After Day 1 on Planet Time-Travel-Warp-Fuckery

You know the drill.

The bathroom was almost filled with a dense mist, Angel kicked her legs up on the end of the bath as she leaned back, what was it two? three months on the Void's Bitch? in a dank dark cell with no basic living materials, she had so much grime on her she could scrape it off and use it as hull plating, this was the first time to clean up and by the gods she was gonna enjoy it, she found anything that could be used for relaxation, bubble solution, salts, hells even scented candles she found in storage that was thrown in the “Unnecessary” storage container Carlos pointed to her. She sighed in bliss as she soaked for a good long time while Kiva, predictably, was maintaining her weapons and armour, the door was left slightly ajar though so that they could talk. “You could join me! i’d be happy to wash your back!” Angel smirked as she stretched and then rubbed the back of her neck. “No thank you” Kiva replied “I can wait my turn to bath, a little longer isn’t going to bother me. Besides I think you would much rather share that bath with Silas than me.” Kiva had stripped down into nothing more than her undergarments while she meticulously cleaned her Hecuter pistol paying less attention to her armour, and the Bolt pistol she had picked up. While both were important she felt them both lacking, and something better would have to be found to replace them both. Back in the bathroom Angel began rubbing her legs down with a scrunchy “Silas? hes okay, besides you know i’m not fussy” she chuckles “Would you believe me when I say I offered him a night a few years back but whimped out? I get the feeling his spine would dissolve if he was in here with me anyway! ha!” she moves to washing her tail, giving a small yelp as she undoes a few knots with a comb “Have to say though, small sector, I wasn’t expecting to see him again, but enough about me did you see anything interesting Kiva?” she leaned herself on the edge of the bath towards the door with eyes half closed. Kiva thought for a moment as she cleared the chamber of her Hecuter, “Well I have to admit Aksai isn’t half bad, strong, man of few words, I could get behind that.” She paused for a second loading a new set of bullets into the gun. “Though considering our current circumstances I very much doubt I would have to chance to see if anyone could come of it, I mean how much longer do you really expect them to have us around? We aren't the best examples of what life has to offer.” After the last few words left her mouth she immediately knew Angel might take offence to that, knowing she prided herself on how she looked. “I’m looking fine thank you very much!” Angel kicks her leg straight up so she can look up and down it to see if anything else needed meticulous cleaning “Don’t worry, me and Silas made a plan, it was for the Void’s Bitch but i’ve already sorted the details, soon as we get a warp capable ship we jump back to the Black Run, then spruce out that Sparrowhawk we nabbed then keep running, you navigating, Silas flying and me getting us the sweet deals, thats all we need to do” She thought to herself for a second before finally standing up and stepping out the bath, she blatantly walks into the bedroom still wet and naked as she dries her hair with the towel she took. “All yours, oh and one last thing, if the Imps aren’t to happy about use making a break for it we may need to step on a few toes, you good with that? maybe it won’t be so bad, maybe we can trade that Thud Monkey corpse for them to get off our Cutter” Kiva finished with her gun spinning the barrel before knocking it back into place, and she took a moment to look at Angel in all her glory, and she can see why men, and even women would fall for her charms. “Silas is going to come with us? I mean I know he butted heads with the others, but I didn’t think it was that bad.” She got up stripping down the rest of the way while walking past Angel into the bathroom, “I don’t mind getting my hands dirty if that’s what you mean, but let’s try not to kill anyone if we can. I wouldn’t want another group after us wanting blood.” She ignored the bath it’s water inviting yet black with months of grime, and instead stepping into the shower letting the warm water trail over her washing away the filth covering her. “Well unless one of us learns how to fly, Silas has to come with us… unless…” Angel thought to herself as she started pulling up the Synskin suit she acquired. “Gah frack it!”. “Whats wrong?” Kiva said out of the bathroom, “My suits a few sizes too small, I think they were made for you and not me!” “Angel it’s a form fitting suit they weren't meant for hips that big.” “Well thats just rude and inconsiderate! typical Imp getups...” Angel said as she tried to squeeze her way into the rest of it “Anyway Yeah i’d prefer to have Silas come with us, sure we can try to play along if you really want to but do you really think they’ll just let us walk?” she finishes with a final tug on the suit and starts buckling her gear and cloak up. Kiva carried on washing herself, the months of grime washing away revealing her clean skin underneath. “I have no problems with Silas coming along he seems the trustworthy type if not a little flighty. Just don’t go leaving me behind I would like to think of you as at the very least a friend at this point, and I’d rather stick with wherever you end up going.” Angel poked her head into the bathroom much to Kiva’s surprise as she hears a giggle “Oh don’t worry, I don’t intend to leave your cute behind for anything, I can’t just have guys all the time...” “Please don’t joke” Kiva said with a worried look, “See ya later, I got to ask Silas something, oh and you missed a spot!” Angel smirked giggling to herself as she left the quarters. “You have have no idea what privacy is do you? Ah what do I care you’ve seen enough.” She carried on washing herself wondering what she could be asking Silas.

See Flying Lessons, as this takes place immediately after it. <a href="https://app.roll20.net/forum/post/2011864/flying-l" rel="nofollow">https://app.roll20.net/forum/post/2011864/flying-l</a>... Silas and Angel lay on the deck of the cutter just aft of the cockpit. belts, boots, and various other articles were scattered about. If he had to pick right now, Silas would say that this moment was the pinnacle of his entire existence. "That was fun. but I must say, you have some pretty unexpected ideas." said Angel, smirking up from his side. "What you mean that thing with the zero-gravity? you've never wanted to try that?" Silas was about to slip into holy shit I did something wrong mode. "I said 'unexpected', not 'bad'." she laughed. They drifted like that for a while, the hum of the cutter's reactor a comforting blanket. "Come with me." said Angel "Pardon?" "Me and Kiva are going to leave. We want to go back to the Run. Away from these Imps and the Inquisition and the wars. Please. I want you to come with us." She said, snuggling to Silas, looking into his eyes. She was the epitome of her namesake. Silas smirked back at her. "And if I refuse the lady's request?" Angel's hips did something very unladylike that made refusal a very, very ridiculous notion. "I don't think you will." she said. "No. No, I definitely will not." said Silas. He held her chin, looking into her eyes. "I would walk into the jaws of hell with you. Screw the Imps. After we find a way off this rock, we drop them off somewhere and start Running again. I'll get in touch with Barkus, he can hook us up with a ship. I don't think the others will care, and if they do, they won't be able to stop us." Back to the Black. Gods how I never expected I'd be doing this again. And with Short-Stack no less. "I'm glad. I liked you and the old man. You never cared where you were going, just that you were going there. I'd like to live like that." "Just you wait. I got a hidout on the Dead Fjordes we can hit up. You ever been there?" "Oh, I have, but I would definitely like to retu--" Angel stopped, went stiff. her ears twitched. "What's wrong?" Said Silas, sitting up and reaching for his gear. "We aren't alone. Someone else is on the ship."

"What does it mean to be a warrior?" Aksai quietly asked the silent corpse of the old Astarte, staying silent for a moment, as if expecting a reply. After stowing his excess gear in the quarters the colonists had provided, the barbarian had made a beeline to the cutter they had arrived on. None had tried to stop him, although Carlos had tagged along curiously with his incessant questions and perfect hair, only to turn back when it became apparent that Aksai was intent on going outside. The wind outside had picked up, chilling the warrior to the bone even through the new form-fitting armor and cloak he had been provided by the colonists, as if they had been but a trifle to produce. Carrying his old armor and the two books of the shaman, he closed the airlock behind him and stepped into the small cargobay, illuminated by the dim shipboard lights. He stood at the precipice of the cargobay, hesitating. The body of a great demi-god of the All-Father was before him, a very embodiment of the Golden Lion himself. To see the Astartes dead, crushed by some unknown force, had been sobering to the barbarian teetering on the edge of the abyss. To know that even the greatest can fall. To see it with one's own eyes. With a shudder, Aksai walked in to the cargobay, letting the door close behind him. He reverently laid his old armor next to the berth where the great corpse had been anchored in, and stripped his new armor to place next to it. There was a chill in the cargobay, but the half-naked barbarian barely felt it as he laid the two holy books in front of him; One almost gleaming, well-kept and reverently protected, the other falling apart at the seams, the writing on the cover barely legible. "Always at the precipice." he muttered in guttural Annazirian, gazing at the old corpse. "To fight and to die, that is what we are for, aren't we?" He placed his hands on the two books "Faith. Words and teachings, bound in covers and written in ink. They fade." He opened both books on the same page, staring at the text in both. The decayed and the gleaming, side-by-side. "What do we have, other than faith, o' warrior of old?" He muttered, his eyes unfocusing, staring inward. He nodded, and pulled out a roughly-bound together notepad with no title, and opened it on an empty page. It took him a good ten minutes to copy a short verse from the newer holy book to the notepad. He then laid the notepad beneath the two books, appraising his handiwork. "Words can be rewritten. They can endure. We cannot, o' god-warrior." he stated, then resumed staring at an empty page in the notepad. He sat stock-still, looking at the page for a long time. If someone were near to hear, they would sometimes hear him hum in a low tone. Finally, the warrior arrived upon some decision and wrote on the page in a careful hand: 'It is a warrior's destiny to die. Through words one can live again.' The ship was moving. Not now, so close. Barely conscious, deep in thought, the barbarian strapped himself in to the flight-harness in the cargobay. And thought.