She had been with them for years after all, and had always been a bit of a transient creature. Leaving on scouting missions in search of precious things to sell was kind of her forte. Onzadyn didn't have much to call her own above the carrier they inhabited, but she always had a place in their hearts, after all. Fighting together and living together kind of did that to people.

She took one last look around her shared room, making sure that all of her things were aboard her ship. A knock at door pulled her away from her thoughts and was met with one very teary girl in the doorway.

"You dont have to go, Onzadyn.." her voice was soft and trailed off, her eyes looking anywhere but the Protoss' face. Sadie, such a sweet girl. She was always sad to see a friend leave, but that was the nature of this business.

Onzadyn sighed, padding up to her and runnning her clawed hands gingerly through the smaller girl's hair. Afraid to say that everything's packed up, lovely. Ive been planning this voyage for a while, you know that. And besides, its not like I wont be coming back. It'll just be a while till you see me again.

Sadie repressed another huff of indignation, but leaned into the other woman's hand regardless. Onzadyn pulled away once more with as much of a smile as she could muster, hoisting the small bag she had over her shoulder.

Passing Sadie through the threshold, Onzadyn took one last look at the now tearful girl, nodding her head goodbye and ducking out into the launch bay.

"It is past the time which you should go to bed."

"It's 3pm, Immy."

"Yes. You have been watching that recording since you awoke. You will sleep poorly tonight."

Hannya glared at the datapad, as if she could transport herself to the moment Spearpoint was glassed by willpower alone. "The Umojans were doing the same thing we are. I might even have lost a bid to them for whatever the Tal'darim glassed them over."

"There is an important difference between you and the Umojans." The golden-eyed protoss seemed abhorrently calm even as the mothership on-screen turned the planet to so much ash and magma.

"Flattery gets you nowhere, peacock." Hannya snorted, waving the datapad at him. "They had more manpower. More money. Governmental backing. I have one planet, volunteers, and criminals. My only leg up over them is that I have you and they don't. Didn't."

"You are competent. You listen to my advice. You do not grasp beyond your ability to hold. You genuinely comprehend the magnitude of what you do. Had the Umojans held a fraction of your ability, they would not be dead. And that is why I do not fear the Death Fleet."

Hannya chewed her lip. "Don't think you should trust me that much."

Tremanix will sing, but her voice is the worst on the list. She couldn’t carry a tune in a padlocked bucket.

Delarix can sing, but she’s pretty average. The fact that she sings when she’s happy is prettier than her voice.

Eris is a little better, but his grasp of language can be... tenuous. It’s adorable, but it gets more comedic than cute.

Immardar and Tekar have better voices, but you’re not getting a song out of them. Immardar will at least give you the intentionally-bad karaoke version, Tekar will not.

A jet of ice cold water shot toward the intruder at high velocity.

"Begone,  creature of glitter!" Xonav demanded in a mock zealot tone.

Kiss the leggy, it’s his best feature!

Immardar has been heavily influenced by certain of his terran friends, due to their understanding of what he’s gone through. To a lesser degree, his protoss friends influence him too, especially his male friends. Sometimes he is known to imitate behaviors, but he’s not trying to be mean about it. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and all.

OH BOY