Misha smiled proudly at Sana. She kneeled down to Zippo.

"Hello, my new friend. I am Misha. Welcome to Acheron." she almost snorted out. "Are you ok?"

"Back so soon, my love? I know...I miss you, too. But you have important work to do. We will have time for ourselves soon enough - I promise. Wake up now. The others need you back." Her beautiful face made radiant by her warm smile. It made his heart ache to look at her; it made his heart break to be kept from her; but it made his heart quake knowing that she was his, and he was hers, for eternity.

The warforged warlock's smooth metal faceplate, cold and dead only a moment ago, suddenly glows with golden light where his eyes would be. Sitting up with a mechanical agility, he looks at the wondrous figure kneeling beside him and says, "Hello, Misha. I am called Zippo. Like the old world mechanical producer of flames. I am not where I wish to be, but the one I wish to be with has bid me report to you and follow your orders. Ut prosim." He stands slowly and scans the room, nodding as if in greetings to Surus. "Hello again, Anaximander. It is good to see you here."

"Very nice to meet you, Zippo, I am glad you are..fully functional again!" she said, trying to keep a straight face. "I wonder, however, who eet was who ees making you report to me, ah?"

"Noble Lady, if I have understood your missives correctly, the plan is to assault the Executor as soon as we are rested. Might I make a... tactical suggestion? I assume that our initial path of ingress has been secured. If we can hold a beachhead on the enemy's vessel, I can design place a teleportation circle that will allow for...significant reinforcement. While I do not doubt that your forces have other things to do, surely the vaunted Legions of Acheron might better show their mettle in direct combat with the enemy, rather than sustaining bombardment *(rumble of incoming blasts of astral fire)* until nothing is left of your defenses? While your forces hold a useful fallback position, our team might push forward and eliminate the enemy commanders. Am I mistaken in any details about the situation?"

Raktimos monchs down on some leg of fantasy ham, and listens in on the conversation. He eventually sits beside Carrhae.
He stares at the miniature sandwiches she is eating for a moment, "Those do not look like they will provide the sustenance you will need. Here, Leg of Ham provides far more." He offers up a bloody leg of some poor acheronian creature.

Surus: "That is correct, Surus, in the morning, we shall begin our assault. Our initial insertion point has been planned and accounted for. Yes - we were planning for our TechPriests to open a short range portal to a calculated spot on the Executor so that we could infiltrate undetected. We do not have enough forces to assault the Executor as one - the Legions of Hell and the Praxians have whittled our numbers to dangerously low levels. We will be the strike team to go in and cripple Praxia's lieutenants. I believe our intentions align."

Mordok elbows everyone in his way, so he can get to the lunch line first.  Filling half a dozen trays with a mountain of food, he smiles and whispers to Raktimos "This looks like a good appetizer...I wonder what they've got for my main course.....and desert!?!"

After two more rounds of a half dozen trays piled high with food, Mordok (not one for words, or intelligent conversation of any sort), makes his way to his assigned bunk.  Arms and legs draped over all ends of the tiny bunk, he falls fast asleep in 15 seconds flat.

Soon, a roaring snore can be heard from his bunk, possibly drowning out any conversation being attempted nearby.

Surus nods. "Indeed. Though, with your permission, I would like to establish a teleportation circle here, in case we should be cut off from our planned extraction point. Is there a suitable place where I might create such a device?"

"What creature did that leg come from? Just curious."

"I'm afraid not." Misha admitted. "When we are ready to depart tomorrow morning, I weel designate a place for you to place your portal. Most likely, the war machine hanger will be the best spot. It is a large storage place and near the infirmary."

After a bit:

Misha sat with Kali, Carrhae, and Sana - and whoever else was nearby - watching Mordok eat even more than she ever could. She cupped an Acheronian beverage that was red and frothy, and smelled like an ale of some sort. "So. Entertain Misha weeth stories of glory and honor. Eet has been a while seence we all have been together saving the universe." she joked.

"I can't say that I've been up to too much hero work since the last time we were all together. I was mainly living in luxury on an island paradise, sleeping with beautiful women, staying in shape. It wasn't until recently that I got a letter from your friend Jill and got back into the Paladin business."

"Ah, yes, the island of wowwee - a very beautiful place. Misha ees jealous!" she admitted. "Eet sounds like a wonderful place to relax and perhaps..do something else." she daydreamed. Then, she thought of Jill. "How ees Jeel and Corrin lately? I do mees them terribly."

Sana swallows the several sandwiches in her mouth. "Oh, I remember Jill and Corrin, from the Hive. Yeah, how are they?"

“I do not know what creature this is who offered up its leg for my meal, but it is delicious.”

listening to the conversation Raktimos chimes in, “ With this kind of suspense, I too want to know how this...Jeeel? Is.”

"Jill is an old friend of Misha's. She said that she and Corrin have been doing well although they still miss you."

"How I do mees them." Misha smiled sadly. "Two extremely brave women, they are. Fighting alongside them has been glorious. My heart aches for them constantly. Seeing old friends once every ten or so years was not exactly what I expected when I journeyed to other worlds. I must admeet, eet ees probably the hardest theeng I hef hed to deal weeth."

Raktimos peels a large chunk of meat from the leg he is gnawing on, chewing he says, “show, what dosh thee Lord Commandersh dutiesh..” swallows, “ahem, what do your duties as lord commander entail?”

"If you mean my duties as Legion Commander, I weel tell you." Misha says. "The Lord Commander is our god, praise Him. Legion Commanders lead squads of Primes and other soldiers into war. We are een charge of small contingents, in addition to more admeeneestrative duties like planning and deescussing tactics with the other Legion Commanders. We serve as both leaders of men, and help shape the military future of our peeple. This has been my destiny seence the day I was created." She then looked at what Raktimos was eating. "Where deed you get that?"

Raktimos looks down at the leg and back up at Misha, visibly nervous, "You...don't know? I assumed it was some kind of edible creature." He gets lost in thought for a moment before returning to his original thought, "Ah, so LEGION commanders are your version of centurions, you command smaller contingencies of troops and lead armies more directly, under the advisement of old man Bane himself. I think I understand your place, young one. And a very dangerous one it is. You say it was your destiny from birth..." INSIGHT 10 "you are....created, not birthed, yes?"

Kali naturally sat herself beside Misha after picking up a lot of those mini Acheronian sandwiches along with a good ale. She is quiet as she eats, listening to the conversation happening between Misha and friends, old and new, simply enjoying the down time they had for now. The hybrid knew all too well that this might as well have been the last of these kinds of moments. While she didn't know exactly what they may face, it definitely wasn't going to be easy and who knew if any of them would make it out alive after all of this. If anything, she hoped that their sacrifices would make some kind of difference in the war, no matter how little it may have been.

Eventually, she rests her chin in her hand and watches Misha speak to Raktimos with a little smile on her face.