Alaistair and Kaillan
From the luxuriously appointed bridge of his vessel Alaistair Godwin Lafayette, self-proclaimed Prince of The Dark Desire, a Tyrant-class cruiser could easily tell that Beraesh had gotten himself into more trouble than he could handle. Even on such a minor incursion he had failed piteously it seemed. The two cruisers had become hopelessly intertwined as they had impacted it seemed and in a system this closer to the edge of Imperium space reinforcements were a very real possibility and would likely be more than his lone vessel could handle. At the same time of course he could not abandon whatever treasures could be found on either vessel and he doubted that the Imperium would get vessels here in a very timely manner. Running his hand along the arm of his chair upholstered in a deep red satin-like clothe he thought over it for a moment. There was almost no chance others would get here soon so he ran no real risk in at least investigating and at worst he could replenish his ships stores, they were running dreadfully low on slaves afterall.
Languidly standing he reseated his robe about himself as he walked down from the command platform into the immense bridge central command area, a hologram of the two vessels displayed from projectors in the floor indicated crippling damage to both vessels and explained why the Imperium vessel did not fire upon them as they approached. Walking away from it towards his own quarters a short distance down the passageway he began to casually issue out orders the command crew which eagerly awaited his words, "Continue our approach and begin procedures to commence boarding. Tell the everyone what they take is theirs unless they find something of particular note. A great reward to any who bring me something new or interesting," Alaistair always knew how to motivate his soldiers, "have my armor prepared for I go aboard as well, Beraesh and I need to exchange words yet. Send word to the Eldar she is to join me in going aboard I doubt I will need an honor guard so all others may loot as they please." With that he left the bridge, the men standing guard at the exit immediately snapped to sharp salutes in their pristine silver and black uniforms. Their lack of color causing them to stand out aboard the vibrantly lit and colorful hallways.
Walking at a leisurely pace to his own quarters a straight path down several decks and nearer to the bow and temple to his beloved goddess Slaanesh he came upon them soon enough and opened them with but a touch of his hand enjoying the cool metal on his warm skin. There stood no guards at this door for none aboard would ever challange him, their prince and no enemy could ever hope to approach so close. Within the first door were his weapons and armor laid out for him upon their silk sheets kneeling beside each one was a beautiful woman, servants and courtesans of his trained to his exact specifications. Removing his robe in a single fluid motion he let it pool upon the floor and stood naked before the armor and allowed the women to slowly put each piece of armor in place and bind it upon him. As the chestplate was secured about him he felt the reactor come online and sent a shiver of ecstasy through him as it did each time. As the arm pieces and then gauntlets were attached he sighed slightly, the greatest flaw with such armor was way it made it impossible for him to experience the world outside his armor. Bringing his gauntleted hands up to his face he did take a moment to enjoy the sight of the intricate work placed into the armor the gold and silver inlay and filigree were nearly perfect, nearly, sadly he had yet to find a being capable of making the armor he wore truly perfect, but that would not stop him from trying.
At last the helmet was brought to him, innately worked and bearing gleaming horns he smiled as he donned it and heard it lock into place. It was another unfortunate necessity of fighting in such tight quarters as a warship but having his senses dulled and diluted by a machine was superior to dieing at least and so he undertook such suffering if only for a short period. His armor now complete he took the power sword proffered by one of his maidens and sheathed it at his side. Next he took the black and silver belt from another and locked it about his waist feeling the weight of the plasma pistols in their holsters now. His preparations now complete he turned from the six women and walked fluidly from the room heading towards the nearest boarding point. No doubt the Dark Eldar woman would be their before him given how her speed far outstripped his own, and for that she greatly intrigued him.