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As she took notice of just how packed the establishment was, the chitinous woman seemed to chew at nothingness in her mouth in unconcealed nervousness before looking back over at how shy the long eared fellow seemed next to her, which calmed her some. "Flattery a bit, sir. But kind of you. My shell has seen better days, though. The luster has been scuffed off a bit lately." She lets her eyes wander to the Imperials, taking particular interest in their drawn restraint in this environment. It was a sort of regal civility she recognized... the kind worn in the presence of your enemies in diplomatic settings. But they did seem well disciplined, so her curiosity drew her out. "Your composure is impeccable. You must serve a profound cause. It blazes in your eyes nearly as much as it grinds at your teeth. What are these heretics you refer to?"

Before even waiting for her reply, she took the steak offered and placed a pair of silver coins on the counter, setting one of them spinning in place with a subtle hand motion as she grabbed up the steak in her hands, and brought it to her mouth, sinking her fangs into it, but not seeming to chew, as the meat discolored around her bite, and she seemed to just draw her lips around it , drawing as if slurping the steak instead of chewing it.

She thought for a moment before saying, "Care for something to eat and drink over here please, Mathius?" She had been slightly hungry after the adventure she went through and thought for some food and drink to help her take the edge off for the moment.

"Well, one would hope there's no shortage."

Guards instinctively raised their lasguns as the xenos approached only to be dismissed by a single raised hand, the subtle clatter of knife and fork as Aleksandr enjoyed a sumptuous meal complete with a glass of chilled ruby red amasec had come to pause before this interruption. His steel gaze locked upon the being before him, a cold calculating and tactical glance as if peering into her motives and assessing her with a scrutiny and thoroughness only a battle-hardened military man would wield.



" Gentlemen, we have in our presence a particularly rare specimen of Xeno, you bring forth fond memories of the Damocles crusade... in the... Imperial dialect, we refer to your kind as Vespids. Though I have never happened upon a morph of your variety, please excuse the dour mannerisms of my guardsmen, their orders are to shoot first and ask questions later on account of the xenos species in our universe being spectacularly more violent than those found within this reach... please feel free to join us, you have my sanction "

Aleksandr added, lighting his smoking pipe and setting his boots upon the table, continuing to survey the being before him.



" I am Lord General Aleksandr Von Drakenfell, commander of the Emperor's Battlegroup Arpat, I am responsible for strategic initiatives to ensure the pacification of this sector and in establishing imperial control on worlds that have not yet been inhabited. We belong to the Imperium of Man in our universe if you will, I understand this place is sort of a rift where different kin mingle, a curious oddity, one that I not only tolerate but enjoy at times on account of good food and good drink... ahem... some point earlier you inquired what a heretic is... allow me to demonstrate. "

The lord general would slowly brandish a menacing looking weapon, tarnished from countless years of service across a myriad campaigns across countless worlds, the lord general traced the razor sharp teeth, moving them as they sounded a subtle click.



" A heretic is whatever finds itself at the other end of this, and it is one of my favorites, I call it Ryland after an honored paragon of the schola progenium. I hope this knowledge serves you well and I hope this will be the last of your inquiries into heretics, I forgive your curiosity on account of unfamiliarity but typically the matter of heretics does not beg questions, it demands extermination.

Aleksandr put the chainsword away,

" Ours is not a cause really, it is an inexorable march whose first step was cast the moment the Emperor laid eyes upon the skies above Terra. It is born of necessity in a universe where the grim darkness of war is the only reality and the law is to kill or be killed. "

Pausing, her meal gripped tightly between her lips, she watches the unrestrained display of authority and confidence keenly. After considering her position there, she slowly pulls back the slab of meat from her mouth and sets it down on her plate. The area around where her fangs had latched barely resembles meat anymore, blackened and liquefied for the most part, her venom having reduced it to what she'd been drinking down, and she lifts her plate, taking the offer to join, though she's still not sure if it had been meant as a platitude or a sincere offer, with as much threat loomed around it. But that threat enticed her. She seated herself opposite him, the clarity of the danger far preferable to the ambient anxiety the broader expanse of the bar. "So... If I glean what you seem to imply, You know it when you see it... and it's best not to know any more than that. Is that a fair read, Lord General? Vespid... is not a name I've known. Xenos... I also outside my experience. With your blessing, I don't suppose you'd find me ill company if I asked for greater insight into those two words, with heresy being a topic more demanding of action than conversation?" Something about the transparency of the man drew her into this. He was clearly the most likely genuine threat in the room, but his discipline made even his threat calm her anxieties, and her hand ceased its drumming by the time she'd gotten situated across from him.

Mikazuki just raised an eyebrow, as you do. Seeing as how one man would blatantly ignore the no weapons rule, so too would he—as he reached through his sling and set his handgun on the table he was sitting at, disconnected from Barbatos—and even with his left arm unmoving, he didn't seem to care as he disassembled that gun, and worked on cleaning it.

He brought her some chicken marsala with white wine. "Here you go, Sister Mimi"

As the man before her spoke in terms she found almost sterile in their caution, her respect for him rose. Even as he reclined, she couldn't help but admire how his body never truly relaxed. Simply held itself like iron in the shapes of a casual man. Extending her hand out, she took the offered confection from the tin, plucking it out with the tips of her claws before holding it up to scrutinize it. Unsure of how it would react to her venom, she took it into her mouth in its entirety, so that if it proved particularly vulnerable to her corrosive bite, it wouldn't make an obscene mess. As she let her venom do its work, it gave her time to listen to his words more closely. By the time his careful explanation finished, the confection was a puddle in her mouth and she swallowed it at once, finding little, if anything of flavor for her pallet to it, but as it had broken down, the smell had been quite a treat, and she let out a slow breath after swallowing, to appreciate what remained of its vapors.
"So heresy... is dis-union, moreso than disloyalty, though I take it in your Imperium, well enough understood that it would almost necessitate disloyalty to be succumbed to? Is this Imperial unity what propogates such men as yourself? You're rather distinct. I can't say I've encountered many... no... I've certainly not encountered any who bear themselves as you do. Your... accompaniment seems to have similar traits, though might be more familiar to my own experiences. They have more the focus of warriors. You strike me more as a hunter. Speaking as one, of course... I at least see a relatable nimbleness of mind that a hunter must posess. Though for whatever reason, you seem more advanced in that path than I would claim myself to be."

"Without us Astartes, the Imperium would fall in a week. Without the Militarium that the Lord General is in, the Imperium would fall in a day." He said before swilling some more Fenrisian Ale.

He flew and he scooped up Tensai and he hugged her.

Looking up at the physically imposing form of the Astartes and the casual way he put such importance on the general made her eyes narrow slightly as they returned to the man, still sitting back with his boots propped up as if his security was absolute. She quietly took the second of the slabs of steak she'd been served, and began to work on it, keeping her mouth preoccupied so she might listen, realizing how much more depth these Imperials held just underneath their confident demeanors and refined uniforms, if she didn't close the door with a poorly placed word. They were both predators outside of their hunting grounds. Neither targetting eachother. But no sane predators sees gleaming eyes in the dark and willfully turns its back to them.

"Ubba.......remember the rule: no fighting"

"Do I need to get Barbatos into action?"

Diverting my gaze to the man that served me my steak earlier, I raised an eyebrow briefly and then returned my gaze up to the Astartes casually sipping his Ale. Parting my lips from around the steak I'd been slowly disolving, I muttered. "Didn't seem inclined to fight. The insight to the General's significance was... greatly appreciated. So your name is.. Ubba? You are human as well, yes? I suppose humans come in far more... variety... than I first understood. Your physical presence is... impressive, Sir."

While all are having a great chat, a teenage girl pushed in and sat at a stool, anxiously checking her phone from time to time. Some people there were familiar with her, but this was probably only the second time they've seen her being this nervous.

"Oh hi."

" The Astartes are our bastion in the great void, our offensives and crusades, our greatest victories have invariably been won by these paragons of the Emperor's might. They are the hammer which deals the final blow, we Imperial officers sometimes have the privilege of facilitating their operations and calling upon them when situations grow dire, I've watched planets wrestled back from the brink. Their chapters are an organization unto themselves with an independent chain of command. Brother Greystorm's presence here is a boon to the sector, his actions in the Defence of Hive Olegarius and the Pacification of Arpat Primaris as a whole were pivotal. "

Settling back in her seat, she surveilled the room anew, making sure she hadn't missed any subtleties from her surroundings as the Imperials had captivated her interests. Turning to the General Aleksandr after a long time considering it, she said softly, "Kind of you to have offered me a delight from your kind, in the form of that tinned treat. However... It doesn't sit right with me to take such a gesture without some form of reciprocity. I'm sure you'd noticed I bring little beyond myself here. The coin that secured my own meal I earned on the way in. I can then only hope my intrusion was not a nuisance. My curiosity was sincere. If I can repay by fulfilling unspoken curiosity, name it. I've certainly had my curiosity sated by your open answers."