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"Frozen water precipitation"

"It's cold, but pwetty."

He sat at the bar and relaxed. He ordered all his Avengers teammates fries and soda. He ordered Jeff a giant caramel pistachio sundae.

"I understand the confusion that the boy has regarding the nature of snow. While frozen water deposits exist at the poles of Mars, accessing them is…[binharic squawk]…difficult."

"Good to see you again, Harkoth."

He brought out fries and sodas for everyone, but he brought out steak tips for Thor and put Jeff's aside

"Acknowledgement of greeting."

A new face came strolling into the tavern as her obvious power armor gave it away. This one wore a black hood with her bangs showing beneath the hood. Her golden eyes examined the occupants as she went to sit down. Her name is Alexandria, a Sister of Battle. Her expression was as cold as Ami's, but possibly colder. "Hello..." came from her mouth as she laid down her bolter on the table. She knew the rules of the tavern and would show no hostilities toward the tavern. All she was here was some little downtime if one would consider it as a Sister.

"Hmm?" Maomao was quick to notice Alexandria. She noticed her power armor and cold expression.

"Another member of the Adepta Sororitas. Increased presence in this sector considered abnormal. Monitor closely."

She looked at Maomao with slight interest as she was being examined by the weird creature. Her cybernetic parts, especially losing her left arm to get cybernetic replacements, she studied the creature from afar.

When she heard the other speak, she stared in his direction. "A Tech Priest...here of all places..." she coldly said as she was interested in him as well. "My name is...Alexandria. Perhaps your name is required for me to know if you are friend or foe," she said as she asked for his name.

"What of you, creature. What is your name?" she asked coldly as she stared back at Maomao. The two were out of the ordinary. In reality, she had less room to speak, her armor showing which order she held from.

"Ordinal designation: Harkoth-937. Magos level Tech-Priest Dominus. Allegiance status: loyal to the Emperor and the Omnissiah. [binharic squawk] Additional verifications of character can be obtained from the following individuals: Ubba Greystorm, Adeptus Astartes, Space Wolves Chapter; Ulrich Greyhowl, Adeptus Astartes, Space Wolves Chapter; Tyberos, Adeptus Astartes Chapter Master, Carcharodons; Ami Greystorm, Adepta Sororitas, Order of the Ebon Chalice. [binharic squawk] Individual specialties: Command of battle-automata, knowledge of battle-automata restoration, command of battle-congregations. Of further note: personal interest in esoteric art of cybertheurgy."

"Nice to meet you...Harkoth," she uttered loud enough for him to hear. Listening to him explain each individual, she noticed the name, Ami. Ami and her held from the same Order. "Interesting information, Tech Priest. I guess I am another one to categorize as well," she said as she lifted her left arm. "This was replaced by your order," she said as she gripped her hand into a fist. She wanted to make it clear that she had fought many campaigns and earned her nickname. "So what brings you here, Tech Priest. I am sure you are thinking the same..." she told Harkoth as she took into consideration the other names. Ubba was Ami's little brother, she knew. And she knew of stories of the other Astartes as well.

"I am aware that this bar has been used as a gathering place by Imperial forces active in this sector on various operations. Logically, your reason for being here should be similar to mine. Marginal statement deviation error 79.5%"

"To examine and to observe...?" she asked casually as she got up to walk towards Harkoth, her mechanical legs moving fluidly. "I took more damage throughout the days being a Sister. But that never stopped me. Plus, the Mechanicus wanted to upgrade me more. To enhance my body for the Emperor," she said as she stopped just in front of Harkoth. "And error 79.5%...?" she asked as she stared at him while trying to figure out what he was getting at. "One more thing...Friend or foe?" she asked nonchalantly to Harkoth.

"Friend. Unless that was not inferred from previous statements, it is being reiterated now."

"Then Harkoth, we are friends..." she said carefully as she stared at him hard. She seemed intimidating, but she was definitely not a foe to the Tech Priest. If it wasn't for them, she would be out of commission, even though some feel she should be fully non-commissioned. "We should perhaps conduct some business between each other," she told Harkoth softly as she looked around the tavern. "Quietly."

"Harkoth is correct, Battle Sister. Welcome to Trixie's. I'm Mathius. The big guy by the door with the little girl reading to him is Drael. Before you ask, he isn't an Astartes, but he is an enemy of the Chaos Heretics. By the way, you will likely meet these large robots and a human with a suit. They aren't Tau, the five of them are Autobots called The Wreckers. Their leader's name is Springer. There's also Roadbuster, Topspin, and Wheeljack. Their human teammate is named Verity."

She was caught off guard by a man speaking to her. "Oh...Nice to meet you, Mathius..." she offered as she turned to stare at him for a moment while she listened to him. She turned to Drael and the little girl. "Heretics...A good heretic is a dead heretic," she said quietly.

"Wreckers? Odd names for robots," she said. "And I wouldn't mind meeting this...Verity. She seems interesting. So as long as she keeps to her manners around my presence," she noted as she was not the type to joke around about minimal things. "What do you do, Mathius?" she asked him loud enough now, her golden eyes staring deep into his. She was obviously more cybernetic than human at this point.

She walked to Mathius as she extended a hand out to him. "My name is Alexandria of the Order of the Ebon Chalice. My title is Sister Superior. I lead a squad of other Sisters..." she said to Mathius to let him know her title within the Imperium.

Suddenly a Pepsi delivery truck crashes through the wall and screeches to a halt. No one appears to be driving until Jeff pops up from underneath the steering wheel. "Mrrrr!"

My name is Maomao, a FloraLamia. Nice to meet you." Maomao said with her usual indifferent expression.