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6/6/2016 12:32:16 PM
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The warlock sped off.
Ling looked at the Eldar Far-Seer, his Power Armor certainly menacing to say the least.
"Why are you upon this ship, [b]Xeno.[/b]?"
He said with a look of distaste.
"Perhaps you should know that this should not involve you."
Though in one hand he gripped the Shuriken Pistol and the other a Bolter Rifle, with a Bolter Pistol Holstered.
The Grey Knight walked in at this time too, clearly he was serious.
"By the Emperor, A Xeno!" the Grey Knight exclaimed.
"While it is not within my..Jurisdiction to jail you as long as you prove you are no Daemon threat, I'm sure another Inquisitor would enjoy you back on Terra."
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"Now now, Inquisitor, I believe neither of us are in a position to make demands." While she did not wear bulky power armour, her runic markings, the runes that floated around her body and her wraithbone armour were a fearsome sight. Lighting from her seer powers arced through her dual-edged staff. "I know for a fact that you are not on this ship willingly either. And I also know that you have no means of returning to Terra yet."
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"Fine, you have my attention. But be warned..If you attempt anything I will not hesitate. Now then..what is you want?" Though he was a member of the Inquisiton he was fairly reasonable. His Weapons of course did not even budge from their original position. The Grey Knight was rather confused from all this.
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"I request nothing from you, Inquisitor. Only that you leave me and my companion alone. I think even you can understand that." She looks at the Gray Knight. "Although I doubt comprehension from you."
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"Fine, but I request two things from you. First, You do not interact with any Imperium upon this ship unless they are Militant and above. Second, If you see any Daemon incursions around the Quarters...Do tell. I believe these terms are acceptable?"
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"I see no reason to oppose those terms. I agree." She held her hand out. "I believe it is custom in your species to, 'shake on it', is it not?"
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"I'd rather not, I could possibly crush your hand." Which was infact, the truth. The Fibro-nerves within the armor would indeed crush any hand if they 'Shook on it' "I appreciate the gesture, and also here." He handed Macha the Shuriken Pistol.
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She took it in her open hand. "Ciarn will be pleased to find this. Thank you."
