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Aramilllion:
Ramirez turned himself towards the Eldar, he was evidently cheerful that one of his companions decided to speak.
"It depends on your abilities and skills Miss, that is why I asked you both to say something about yourselves. But if you prefer not to, then for now just tell me how should we call you? For calling you 'Eldar' or 'Miss' every time seems to me a bit impractical." - he paused and nodded - "Before I give you orders, I must know what tasks you are suitable for."

Gargulec:
'You can call me whatever you like' she replied. 'My name is Sulyen, and I doubt that interest you. I am survivalist, I know how to survive in the wild, if that what you're asking for.'

Silhar:
Inertia smiled lightly with a mark of sympathy as the Eldar entered the cockpit, and then responded :
"On Thyss' surface we wage a regular war against Orks, which eagerly attack our outposts. Especially... Especially during the last month. Bizzare, this started around when we've discovered those... ruins.
Lane... Well, he's a bartender. We might assume that he is around well-informed about what happens in this place, no ? Ask him if it becomes possible. And information... The only thing coming to my head is to ask workers by themselves, but... Oh, never mind. It is you who is working for Holy Ordos, right ?"
Her pleasant smile had shown her extraordinarily white teeth.
"It seems like I am going to stay there for two, three days if need arises and nobody calls me back. Why ?"

Aramilllion:
"Very well then." - said Ramirez towards the Eldar - "So... Sulyen, are you familiar with any kind of weapons? Can I count on you when we encounter a combat situation?"
Then the Arbitrator answered Inertia's question: "You said we can communicate with the Magos via your ship's transmitter. I wanted to make sure for how long this possibility will be available. And what about the people's tendency to kill Xenos on sight? Hopefully not too intense."

Xander Morhaime:
The Ork in the meantime seemed caught up in his own thoughts, not bothering much with what the little fleshy things were saying. Only occasionally he muttered to himself, "Heh... gon' get some top bitz now... gon' make Gork an' Mork da biggest shoota what an Ork done built..." followed shortly by more mad giggling.

Well, at least the greenskin looked to be in a good enough mood about being sent into a possible warzone.

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