Arrival

[knowledgeordeath]

Who: Kolivan and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Goldstone and Iskaulit
When: Soon after his shuffle

Broadcast

[For those who have seen Krolia and Ulaz, it may be easier to recognize a Galra. A Galra who is picking a piece of confetti off of his shoulder. He looks less than impressed by the fact that he got to have his "celebration" for his arrival to the Goldstone. He also looks like he barely fits in this room that he's been assigned to... No wait. When he shifts it's clear he's in the armory.]

To the SS Goldstone, I am Kolivan of the Blades of Marmora. It seems I have been assigned as your security officer. At least for what is supposedly meant to be security in this...fleet.

[He maaaaaaaaaay not approve of. AT ALL.]

We will need to improve the regulations for this ship. The security needs improvement.

[As for the rest of you, he'll introduce himself in his own fashion to you as well. Though anyone who is from the Blades of Marmora will here a sort of tapping in the background. A coded message to you saying the following: "If there are other Blades here respond. This is Kolivan. If there are any other Blades here please respond..."]

Since I am currently residing with this fleet, the introduction will apply to you as well for the sake of efficiency. For now...signing out.

[And the video ends.]


Goldstone

[With that message sent, he goes back to figuring out the state of the security on this ship. Thus far he's not impressed with it. It's too easy for someone to get onto this ship uninvited. While things appear peaceful that doesn't mean they will remain so.

Which means that it's easy to spot the towering Galra ducking through the ship to figure out where the holes in the security are so he can look into fixing them. The last thing they need is to be vulnerable for a potential attack.

Please don't mind that he's always frowning. That's just...Kolivan.]


Iskaulit

[When he's not on the Goldstone, he's exploring the Iskaulit. He's heard that there are a lot of abandoned rooms here so he's hoping to find more supplies here. Or information. (Especially information.)

Once again, it's easy to spot him since he towers over heads as he walks along. For now his braid is wrapped around his neck almost making it look like he has a white choker. It keeps it out of the way for the time being, something he feels will be necessary should he come across an area where he'll need to put on his helmet. One can never tell what the air quality will be on a ship with abandoned rooms in it.

Alright and he might also be looking for a place to turn into a room so he can have a place to escape to when he wants to stretch out. The Goldstone is clearly not built for Galra bodies like his own.]

Comments

[samahl]

[Cyril shrugs in a noncommittal sort of way.]

Yes and no. We defeated the enemy that was threatening to tear apart our world, but uncovered another who works is quieter ways.

I publically retired, but work secretly to stop him.

[knowledgeordeath]

I see. Doing so would be a wise strategy since it would allow you to move with greater ease to stop him.

[He nods his approval of the strategy. He's seeing notes of a quality leader in this tiny being. That's something he likes.]

Has progress been made in stopping him?

[samahl]

We were looking for allies to help.

Though, now I am here. Hopefully when I return some of what I've learned here will linger and help.

[knowledgeordeath]

Agreed.

[With that, he nods to the leaves.]

How do you prepare these?

[samahl]

Well, you need some other ingredients and then you can drink them. I have them in my room back on my ship.

Would you like to come with me? Or were you in the middle of something before I stole you away?

[knowledgeordeath]

I wasn't busy. It would be wise of me to learn the layouts of other ships besides my own and the Iskaulit.

[That's a yes. He'll come with him.]

[samahl]

Good. I do so enjoy having beautiful, giant men in my room. Even if the only thing he's pounding are elfroot leaves.

Because they have to be crushed, you see? [He's too pleased with his own joke. This is what you get when you tell him it's ok to flirt with you, Kolivan.]

[knowledgeordeath]

I...see.

[Give him a moment for that joke to catch up with him. Because why would this Dalish like to be pounded by giant men in his room? Does he enjoy being beaten?

Oh. Wait. This is a sex joke isn't it. He gets it now.

....well...]

Which ship is yours?

[samahl]

The Starduck.

Come on. I'll take you there. [And he makes sure he has everything packed before they head back out of the garden.]

By the way, have you seen any familiar faces since you arrived? Sometimes people will be lucky and friends from home will be here... Or unlucky, I suppose. Seeing as you then know someone you care about is in this situation.

[knowledgeordeath]

It would seem there are a fair number from my universe here. I haven't seen them all but I have been informed of who came before I did. However, they are all capable of handling this situation. I would not be allied with them if they weren't.

[Friends, Kolivan. The word you mean is friends.]

[samahl]

Good people then? That's reassuring.

I'm glad you're not alone, though I have no doubt you could handle yourself if you were.

[knowledgeordeath]

For the most part.

[Minus...two of them.]

And yes. I can handle myself if I were here alone.

[samahl]

Though it's always better to have allies who can lend you a hand when you need it.

[knowledgeordeath]

That is a lesson that I learned more recently.

[And it's meant a lot more to him than he cares to admit.]

It helps.

[samahl]

Then maybe you and I will become good allies. We seem to be getting along so far, hm? [It's asked in a little bit of a teasing way, like he knows the answer all too well.]

Can't wait to see how it progresses.

[knowledgeordeath]

You have potential.

[That's a yes, Cyril. He wants to be your ally. Just accept this and run with it.]

[samahl]

[Oh he does, and he seems pleased at it too.]

And this you say without discovering my best talents.

[knowledgeordeath]

Does this go beyond what you would imply your skills to be when it comes to sex?

[He's just checking.]

[samahl]

Well of course, but those ones are fun too.

[knowledgeordeath]

[It's been so long since he last had sex that he's suddenly realizing he doesn't even remember that the fun talents of sex even are.

Strange the things a mind can suddenly recall.]

What are your other talents?

[samahl]

I make things. Mostly traps and bombs. My home doesn't have the technology to give me the base skills to build something impressive here, but I've been learning as much as I can.

It would have helped if they had made me an engineer instead of a pilot, but being able to explore is fun too.

[knowledgeordeath]

And it isn't possible to change an augment. You would be useful in a field you were more familiar with.

[samahl]

Possibly, but I also want to make the most of the role assigned to me. Learning something new isn't terrible, and knowing that my crew relies on me to get us places safely means I can't just abandon them.

We don't have another pilot of the Starduck.

[knowledgeordeath]

This is a role that you prefer then. To be relied on rather than relying on others.

[samahl]

Perhaps. I got used to it back home.

I do know I would rather put the needs of the group above my hobbies.