For a time, Khaz just stood there rather dumbfounded; The look in his eye easily showed that his silence wasn't actually out of stupidity and more to do with the fact that he hadn't thought ahead and had absolutely no idea as to what to actually say now that he had gotten this far. In many ways, he found himself standing in front of a bunch of (in theory anyway) friendly aliens that he understood very little about or how to converse with them. 

Thankfully, one of the humans managed to give him an opening. "[color=f26522]My name is Khaz. What is yours?[/color]" He asked as he rolled his shoulder a little, the metal jaw trophy on display to showcase that he had blooded his sword and raised his standing in the Emperor's gaze for when the time came. 

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Much like their camp planet side, those from Helhiem were rather quiet and kept to themselves once they were assigned a section on the strange 'sky ship' that would take them to the next battlefield. For the time being at least, it was a time of rest and recovery before the next fight; There were already plans for training and mock battles in order to keep their bodies and minds sharp if the journey was long, but that wouldn't be for a while... at least, not until they adapted to their currently location a bit better. Something about being in the sky ship was... distressingly weird and trying to spar in that state of mind was a good way for someone to end up badly hurt. 

If anyone had cared to check, they might have been surprised by the fact that Khaz and a couple of the younger members of the warband were playing what appeared to be some kind of board game, the board painted simply on cloth with several wooden pieces. With a roll of a die, Khaz watched as it landed on a three... and sighed as he moved the 'Cup' token that was his piece forwards three paces so that it could slide back 12 due to lust getting the better of him, much to the amusement of his peers. "[color=f26522]What can I say? I can't take my eyes off of Suas's rump.[/color]" He said in a show of good natured teasing, causing the rather cute white doe who had the Bow token to look down at the ground bashfully and causing laughter from everyone else. 

Before the game could continue through, shouts rang out for another one of those meetings that the humans seemed rather fond of having. With a small amount of grumbling, the tokens were collected and the board was rolled up for storage; They didn't want to lose anything after all and they could always start again later. 

It took a little while, but by luck (and the fact he was bigger and stronger then a lot of the humans around him, allowing him to push and shove to great effect) Khaz managed to earn himself a place in the throng of guardsmen to see their new 'Leader'. He didn't know exactly who the Armageddon 808th were, but the fact that this 'Armageddon' had managed to produce at triple digits when it came to the number of warbands it had offered so far suggested that it must have been a rather large, crowded place. 

After a short speech, questions were asked for. Khaz cleared his throat before yelling out to be heard over the crowd "[color=f26522]When are we getting to where we're going and what's the best way to kill what we're fighting when we get there?[/color]" They were really the only two questions that mattered at the end of the day.    

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