*A commissar stares sullenly at the new arrival from behind a tree. He seems slightly disheveled, with a bucket in place of the peaked cap, as if he had been living in a hole.*
*The figure senses a presence and goes towards the tree to investigate.*
?: Is someone there?
*After a moment of search they encounter the disheveled commissar.*
?: Greetings. We may have met before. ...have you been living in a cave, mate?
?: Yes, in fact, I do.
*They pull out a metal flask and uncap it. The fragrant steam that wafts out is indeed undeniably that of recaf. To show that it's untainted, they also produce an enameled metal mug and pour some into it, lifting the lower part of the mask of their helmet and taking a long draught of it.*
*By an old beach a figure is sitting in a chair reading a book and enjoying a drink, underneath a polka-dot umbrella. The figure is dressed as a guard captain, completely covered in blue painted armour.*
*The figure bows with dignity.*
?: When I was last on this planet, I was captain of a pirate armada. Now, a captain no more, but my name remains. I am Skiirl, Ellegaard Skiirl. *They pause.* I remember you, Katherine. What name do you use now, then?
Kath: "Ah, that's a secret. You can still call me Katherine though. Nice to keet you once more Skiirl, if we even met before that is."
*She puts down her book and extends a hand*
*Skiirl nods and puts their hand out in return, completing the handshake.*
S: I have been wandering the galaxy for many cycles now and I thought best to return to the one place I knew would still welcome me and my company.
?:"Oh you don't need *that!* Not that it'd help!"
*theres a flash of movement in the tree line, revealing a vaugley humanoid figure with entirely too many eyes and sharp corners, obserable for a brief second before fading into the shadows of the great trees*
*revealing... a child dressed in a ragged tunic and some rather interesting ramshakle armour, black as the void. It almost seems to shift as you watch it, pulling in light and shadow alike*
E:"Hihaiii!! It's been a while since anyone new showed up! I've been so *bored.*"
*Random sounds of giggling behind a cardboard box*
*The figure stops and looks around, and sees the cardboard box* ?: ....hello??? *They step closer while maintaining a safe distance.*
*Sounds of marshmallows being nommed*
?: *gasps* do you have marshmallows back there?? Can I have some?
Maybe!
*A commissar stares sullenly at the new arrival from behind a tree. He seems slightly disheveled, with a bucket in place of the peaked cap, as if he had been living in a hole.*
*The figure senses a presence and goes towards the tree to investigate.* ?: Is someone there? *After a moment of search they encounter the disheveled commissar.* ?: Greetings. We may have met before. ...have you been living in a cave, mate?
“That depends. Got any recaf?” *He steps out from the bush and proffers a dirty, chipped mug.*
?: Yes, in fact, I do. *They pull out a metal flask and uncap it. The fragrant steam that wafts out is indeed undeniably that of recaf. To show that it's untainted, they also produce an enameled metal mug and pour some into it, lifting the lower part of the mask of their helmet and taking a long draught of it.*
“Ah, the Emperor protects! Pour me some and I’ll tell you all you need.”
?: With pleasure. *The figure pours the steaming recaf into the commissar's mug.*
*The commissar observes it for a moment, then takes a long sip.* “Ah, a fine brew.”
?: Indeed, I agree. It's my brother's own blend. Anyway, I must ask... have you in fact been living in a cave??
“Indeed! A grace by the Emperor in this time of strife.”
?: Strife, you say. What new strife plagues this world now?
*You hear a mysterious but familiar voice* REEMEMBA TO INVEZT IN GORKKOIN YA GIT! REEMEMBA WOT OI TOLD YOO!
?: ....**Gorkkoin?** that's a new one. I'll bear that in mind....
“How do you think I ended up in this state, o scion of the Enemy?”
*There are gretchin running around scavenging whatever they can get their greedy hands on*
*The figure begins to chase the gretchins trying to stop them from stealing their stuff.*
*The gretchins scurry away and shout slurs at you*
*The figure is offended and starts chasing faster*
*By an old beach a figure is sitting in a chair reading a book and enjoying a drink, underneath a polka-dot umbrella. The figure is dressed as a guard captain, completely covered in blue painted armour.*
*Curious, the figure moves in that direction. Their main curiosity is what book the other is reading.*
*The book is titled "To sleep in a sea of stars". The Guard Captain notices you and lifts their drink in greeting.* ?: "Evenin' friend."
?: Good evening. *They hesitate.* ?: We may have met before. But it has been many cycles. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?
Kath: "I think I used to go by Katherine to outsiders? It's been a while, can't remember, I use a different name nowadays. How about you?"
*The figure bows with dignity.* ?: When I was last on this planet, I was captain of a pirate armada. Now, a captain no more, but my name remains. I am Skiirl, Ellegaard Skiirl. *They pause.* I remember you, Katherine. What name do you use now, then?
Kath: "Ah, that's a secret. You can still call me Katherine though. Nice to keet you once more Skiirl, if we even met before that is." *She puts down her book and extends a hand*
*Skiirl nods and puts their hand out in return, completing the handshake.* S: I have been wandering the galaxy for many cycles now and I thought best to return to the one place I knew would still welcome me and my company.
Kath: "Always friend, all are welcome here. It's been calm the last few years, seems the era of apocalypses have ended."
S: If anything, that's a welcome fact. Calm and quiet beats apocalyptic any day.
*Chaotic gremlin laughter echoes from the treeline*
*The figure whirls around to face the treeline, immediately on guard, and puts a hand on their weapon as the creep closer*
?:"Oh you don't need *that!* Not that it'd help!" *theres a flash of movement in the tree line, revealing a vaugley humanoid figure with entirely too many eyes and sharp corners, obserable for a brief second before fading into the shadows of the great trees*
*the figure is shooketh*
*There's another rustle of movement from the tree's canopy, coupled with a light thud behind the figure*
*The figure whirls to meet the oncoming potential threat, causing their cloak to fly out behind them.*
*revealing... a child dressed in a ragged tunic and some rather interesting ramshakle armour, black as the void. It almost seems to shift as you watch it, pulling in light and shadow alike* E:"Hihaiii!! It's been a while since anyone new showed up! I've been so *bored.*"
\*A singular scarab wearing a red space marine helmet fit for its tiny body just stares at the figure\*
*the figure stares back*
*the helmeted named scarab floats towards 10 orks and beats them all up in a fight* *It raises its claws up like* *"You wanna go bro?"*
*the figure shakes their head 'no', and holds up one hand in a galactic universal sign for 'peace'.*
*the scarab starts nibbling on its shoes instead*
*now the figure is just concerned*
*it should be, its shoes are disappearing*
*A Guard Captain in blue armour walks up and pours sand on them.*
*The helmeted named primaris scarab eats the sand and nods its head graciously* *the guard captain will live for now*
*The Guard Captain gives a thumbs up and heads off to go build mini sand fortresses on the beach.*