#cerendak

The forgemother watched in confusion, fairly speechless as she watched Neveux quietly pick up the large insect-like monstrosity on the floor with a datapad, idly shooing it towards the center without a hint of fear and an almost sympathetic look on is face before moving to the window to let the thing go free.

Personally Cerendak would have smashed it. Most Tal’Darim would. It was a large arachnid-like abomination that had been hissing at Yorenix, making the infant cry, rushing to hold onto her mother’s leg. She was more than ready to smash it into a pulp but Neveux had interjected with a raise of his hand and moved forward patiently.

Just like that her anger had ebbed away, watching this small Tal’Darim without question pick up the creature and let it go out the window, carefully closing and latching it into place, “I’ll do a sweep of the room for any holes or the like for how it got in. She was just scared by all accounts and won’t be poking in around her again,”“She?” Cerendak managed out, really beside herself again with how Neveux could even tell a gender.

The short Tal’Darim gave a nod, clasping his hands behind his back, straightening himself up as he did when he was about to explain something, “Yes she. She was a female and she was aggressive because she was carrying eggs. The Traveling Warrior Spider doesn’t build webs to house the eggs. She was looking for some nice, dark corner to lay them in and then go about finding food for when the little ones hatched. Very close to that point it seems by how swollen the abdomen was but that will mean there will be less pests around if she nests nearby,” He explained with a shrug.

Cerendak made a slight face, “You let it live, why? It would have been easier and safer to smash it. Those are venous,”“Oh I know they are venomous, but you shouldn’t kill a mother for protecting her young nor kill something because you can. There is something to be said about showing some mercy. The more profound it is, the more it can be remembered, even by an animal,” Neveux gave a shrug, “But that is besides the point. The training reports have come in and look promising. As always, your children are at the top of the pack. However no young ones to speak of yet to fill their places as they grow older,”The forgemother paused before picking up the fussing Yorenix who was glowering at the window, patting the back of her daughters head lightly, giving a nod.Mercy. Such a foreign concept and such a strange thing to see in practice.

A hint of a smile touched her features though as she gave a nod to Neveux.

Perhaps there was a place for mercy in Tal’Darim society and as he had said, the effect was enough to make her pause just at seeing such a small act.

- Don't mention it. Mi'Nerra is enough - she replied with a murrmurr. Neveux still latched on to her, she stayed in her hunched over position. She looked around the room, extending her mind and searching for Xonav's tag with a question.

So close to the High Templar, Neveux could probably feel the soft bleed off of the threads of her consciousness, carefully, but briskly explore the room. It felt like a small bird fluttering around, soundlessly and immediately withdrew as she fixed at a point in the air at the furthest chair. Xonav was probably there. The chords of a brief, inaudible exchange rippled the air, then Mi'Nerra looked back at the unfolding scene.

Madrak looked up blinking at the Forgemother's command. The Zealot's armour under him was already dark, half slipped apart, half loose and the front piece with the crystal in his hands. He looked at the armour piece and casually threw it next to the unconscious Zealot. A swift strike from his baton sent the piece spitting sparks. He tugged at something between the plates of the remaining chest armour with his other hand. Their binding undone, the pieces fell apart, cluttering to the floor. He swiftly pulled out the energy core from under his back and threw it away.

He kept on peeling off the layers of armour, removing any odd piece with quick, practiced hands. He ripped up the padded undershirt with a motion to check there too. It didn't take him long before he flipped over the limp warrior on his bared belly and continue deftly on any remaining parts on his back. He only scoffed at the flashing up holo, and continued with his work, more furious.

"Suitor..."

There was a sickening crack. The Zealot's arm bended in a wierd angle as the engineer sitting on his back ripped of a darkened warpblade battery from it. How did this monster dare to degrade the Forgemother so, assuming things left and right?! How does he even has the audacity to call her names??!! Shuddering from anger, he continued to deactivate the other gauntlet. If the warrior under him stirred to life from the sudden pain, he sent him back to dreamland with a swift strike from his baton.

Mi'Nerra held Neveux closer and only frowned at the projected form. She hummed a calming note with her core, listening to the one-sided exchange. This Infarius... he talked a lot... Suddenly, Madrak screeched at his repeated mention and the insult toward Cerendak. A sparking warpblade battery flew through Infarius' projected head.

The High Templar's freckled face remained motionless when the Bone Collector beckoned her. Her eyes flicked down for a moment considering her possibilities, than looked back up. Xonav brushed an invisible hand against Mi'Nerra's bare upperarm. The woman's head turned away, looking in front of herself as if pondering to go over to the holo.

"He'll keep you hidden" she pushed the thought in the Mindripper's head. She squeezed his good hand before her arms slipped out from under his arms and stood up, only turning when she fully straightened herself. Xonav wordlessly slipped his arm around the Mindripper's shoulder, using the few seconds of cover Mi'Nerra's leisurely movement offered them. He pulled him against himself, under his cape, concealing the smaller Protoss. Skarath was there too, desperately clinging to her cousin.