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Silhar:
"Perhaps the society is not much tolerant. I do not know about the Eldar - perhaps, if dressed thickly enough, people won't catch the diffirence. But Orks... I'm afraid some trigger-happy eager guards might get in your way much too hard.", the pilot scratched the back of her head, fiddling with her foxy hair for a while. "Special care might be demanded."

The lights flicker on the console as you leave "The Madman" behind, drifting through the dark, cold void. Blue-green Globe of Thyss is getting closer and closer... And so does the feeling of uneasiness somewhere deep, in the soul's bed.
With a silent hum, ship systems give out an announcement :
"Fifteen minutes to contact."
Then they fall silent again.

Aramilllion:
Ramirez nodded towards Inertia - "That is just what I was thinking about." Then he asked the Eldar:
"Have you got anything to prevent yourself from being recognized as an Eldar?"
Finally, the Arbitrator sat opposite to the Ork and said loudly, with confidence:
"Ork, I hope you can hear and understand me. If you haven't heard it yet, I AM your leader now. So you must not attack unless I give you such order. You must behave calmly and not attract too much attention, otherwise you shall get yourself killed! Understood?"

Xander Morhaime:
The ork seemed to at last take notice - though it could simply be the raised voice drawing its attention. It grinned a big grin, filled with yellow, irregular, and very large teeth.

"Humie wiv big skullz over 'im say you boss?" the greenskinned brute snorted, reaching out an empty hand and giving the Arbites a testing poke in the shoulder. "Softie. See if you not get 'ead ripped off. Maybe care den," it said after a few moments, its rather tiny green ears giving a twitch at the mention of trigger-happy guards. "Humies wanna fight, we gives them a right good thumpin'!" it snorted again, idly patting the shoota by his side.

Aramilllion:
The Arbitrator looked and was pretty surprised. He did not count on such successful communication with the Ork, in fact he was so astonished that he did not react to the 'testing poke'. He thought for a moment and answered:
"Well then. For now it will just fit me if you won't do anything stupid. Like charging someone unprovoked. Or going for a little bashin' because you feel bored. I don't need a triggerhappy martyr in my team. Therefore I hope you shall listen to my orders so I wouldn't have to use... ultimate arguments. Those fatal ones." - ended Ramirez with a firm facial expression, however he didn't seem eager to blow up his companions.

Gargulec:
Seeing the Ork close on her, Sulyen took a step back, getting closer to Ramirez. Apparently, she was still afraid of this beast.

'As long... as long as I have hood on, I doubt that your people will notice what I am' she muttered to the arbitator.

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