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[Prosperan Son]

"That's a bad habit." Nessa said to him with a wry grin. "I am well. I dreamed of my mother last night." She answered , continuing to walk on. "What about you? How'd you sleep?"

[Armoured Priest]

"Just another night." He replied, covering up the fact he had flashback again in his sleep. Atleast he didn't wake up startled this time. "You dreamed of your mother?" He asked her. This was first time he heard of something like this.

[Prosperan Son]

She looked towards, thinking back to the dream" Yes. I'd nearly forgotten what she'd look like, but she appeared smiling...it was pleasant" She described with a smile, the dream having cheered her dour mood as of late.

[Armoured Priest]

He smiled underneath the grenadeir gasmask. At least something was able to cheer her up. "That's gut, maybe it's a good sign too." He said as he walked with her through the corridors.

[Prosperan Son]

"Maybe. But I'm not much of a fan of the ideas of signs. At least from my dreams anyway."She replied, making a turn at the next intersection."What about you? How was your sleep?"

[Armoured Priest]

'Second time she asked that question, she probably already knows.' he thought to himself as they rounded the corner. "It could have been better." he admitted with a shrug, closer to the real thing than his answer from before.

[Prosperan Son]

"I worry for you, Krauss, you know that right?" Nessa asked him, hoping that he did. They were close to the command center by now."I don't think things have been same since the Incident, and I'm not just talking about my arm." She spoke, holding up her unarmored-metallic hand that shone in the light.

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss sighed and stopped before they where in view of the entrance of the command center. "I...had the flashback again." he told her. If she was willing to be upfront, he thought he should tell her. He didn't want her to worry.

[Prosperan Son]

She stopped to look at him, grabbing hold of his shoulder with her hand of flesh to comfort him. She thought if she had used the augmetic, it may make him feel worse." The same sequence? Both parts? "She asked him with worry, wondering if he dreamed of the fight, or the aftershock.

[Armoured Priest]

"All of it." he said. He reached up to her hand and held it with his. "Please don't feel bad about it." he requested of her. This is why he didn't like telling her this sort of thing. "Still got you at least." He said queitly as he held her hand and reached out to hold her augmentic one too.

[Prosperan Son]

Her cold metal fingers entwined with his flesh ones, the surface cold, yet warm. She locked her eyes with him and leaned forward, giving him a peck on the forehead." Don't think back on the past, otherwise you won't have the chance to see what's ahead of you."

[Armoured Priest]

His face redden a little, another thing that made him glad to have a gasmask. "Sometimes that is easier said than done." he admitted to her with a sad smile beneath the gasmask. "But you'er right. Thank you." He added. He gave her a quick hug before looking back to her. "Want to go see what sort of news there is?" he asked her, his mood considerably lighter now.

[Prosperan Son]

"It's been killing me for the last three weeks aboard this cage" She smirked. She always referred to the space vessels they traveled aboard as the cages. She felt confined inside them, unable to prevent the inevitable if something were to go wrong." Let's hope the news has been worth the wait."

[Armoured Priest]

"And then we may finally get off this thing." he said, echoing her thoughts. He shared her senitment about space vessels. Then again he was a krieger, more home in a trench than anything. "Let's go so it might happen sooner than later, Ja?" he suggested, still holding her hand.

[Prosperan Son]

Approaching the Command Deck, the bulk head doors slid open for them to enter. The Command Deck was buzzing with life as Officers, Crewman, and Console-Servitors hard wired into the ship went about their duties. Inquisitor Kyras stood near the command throne, trading words with the Ship Captain, Collin Troia. Neither of them noticed the two entering the room , two involved in their conversation.

[Armoured Priest]

"Looks like he make sure to get everyone he could." Krauss remarked as he looked around the command center. He then sees the Inquisitor talking with the captain as everyone around them moved about to have everything ready. "Should we go talk to him before it starts?" he asked Nessa.

[Prosperan Son]

" I'm not sure. I was pretty sure that he was only suppose to disclose that information with us." She commented, looking towards the servitors that were wired into their consoles.Hmmm.

"Thank you Captain. Yes that's very good news." Kyras thanked with a nod of his head. Looking around, he took note of Krauss and Nessa and walked over to them, a data slate in hand. "With me you two, and keep that private." He motioned towards their hands which were still clasped. He had nothing against their relations, but they had to maintain an appearance. They were Inquisition after all.

[Armoured Priest]

"Yes sir." he responded before reluctantly loosening his hand from Nessa's. He forgets to keep up a official apperance considering they were more used to be on the field than the kind of enviroment they were in now. He followed Nessa and Kyras, letting him talk as they go.

[Prosperan Son]

"So what's the word sir? If I may ask?" Nessa asked, trailing behind the Inquisitor. Her's were the only footsteps heard, fully clad in her power armor. Kyras wore standard carapace armor. He was surprisingly fast.

"Of course, but I'll need a drink first. We're heading down to the mess hall." Kyras replied , his mouth parched."All I can tell you right now, is that we finally found 'him'."

[Armoured Priest]

He was falling behind a little, forcing him into a half jog to keep up with the two. He wondered if they two of them new just how fast they were. Although he got a burst of speed the moment he heard Kyras spoke about 'him'. "Where?" he asked the obvious question for him and nessa.