ask-abaddon-the-despoiler:
Both of the senior members of the Black Legion appreciated good food. They appreciated bad food as well… any form of nourishment that wasn’t dead people or paste was welcome. Abaddon could hardly remember the last time he had tasted something as simple, and tasty, as gravy. “I am sure it will be worth the wait,” Khayon said, a small smile on his face too.
The sorcerer tilted his head when Jabari mentioned there was a crew member they should meet. “Sounds interesting,” Abaddon nodded. He was always keen to meet people and know what they had seen. That this one could not get through doors was all the more interesting. “I would certainly like that,” he added before getting to his feet. Khayon did the same; they had been sat for a while and moving would be good!
Jabari nodded and gave them both a faint smile. “This way then, please.” He headed out of the strategium, waiting outside for the five to exit as well before starting off down the corridor with them. “It will not take long to reach our destination from here.”
He led the way to a turbolift further down the hallway, the doors opening for them just as they arrived. The lift was clean and worked smoothly, letting out a gentle chime when they reached the desired level. Once out of the lift, Jabari took the lead again, not hurrying but not dawdling either. These hallways were just as clean and well maintained as the others, but occasionally there were signs of previous damage, carefully repaired but not entirely erased. Glimpses down intersecting corridors revealed more of the same - but most of the hallways were almost hauntingly empty of movement or life, with only the occasional lone crew member passing by.
Eventually they reached a set of sturdy bulkhead doors, and Jabari swiftly keyed a code into the security panel beside it. The bulkhead unlocked with a faint hiss and Jabari pushed the door open, then led the way through into what was obviously a hangar bay. The bay, like the rest of the ship, was well maintained and decently lit, with some more signs of carefully-repaired damage across the decking and along one of the walls. A weathered but well-tended Stormbird rested nearby, mostly blocking the view of the rest of the bay.
Jabari moved just past the Stormbird, then paused and gestured the others forward. “Here we are,” he started. “I would like you all to meet my battle-brother, Runihura.”
As he spoke, a large multi-legged metal walker moved into view, its multiple metal footsteps echoing off the deck plating. Its armour plates were painted deep blue and neatly trimmed with gold, and emerald eye lenses shone down to observe the group of astartes - though the battle-cannon turret was kept politely pointing off to one side. “Greetings to you, Ezekyle Abaddon and Iskandar Khayon,” the Defiler intoned, a deep and somewhat metallic voice reverberating slightly from a vox grille. “A pleasure to meet you both.”
