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"Eight lifetimes…"

Asta stood up and had a huge grin on his face "hey there! my name's Asta and I don't think we've met before!" he said and put his hand out for him to shake it "I really like this place it's cool! and it has a lot of other awesome people here!" He said loudly with a huge grin on his face

Conrad walked in a suit, and sat down at a table after taking his suit jacket off, he ordered a beer, and whenever someone would bring it he would take a small sip of it

He brought Conrad his beer "Welcome back"

conrad took it drinking that small sip and nodded at the man "thanks"

He accepted the handshake "well thank you, young man"

Asta staria grinned "no problem!" He said happily and went back to eating potatoes

conrad looked at the boy eating the potaoes, before going back to his beer

"You're still really pretty, okay?"

"Eight lifetimes? Is that all?" Kal'tsit raised a brow. "I've lived a hundred centuries now."

Dax simply shrugs. "That's why I can't give an exact number of years. Some of my hosts lived longer than others. I stopped counting the years after 300."

He was sitting down and writing up a map with an overlay. He was looking at possible areas to set up defensive positions.

"Tactical map of this area, I presume, Brother-Captain?"

"Yes, Brother-Lieutenant. We should discuss with Mathius about this bar becoming on operational center where if need be, we can meet with other units. This is perfectly in the center where it would be completely protected. Our ally Drael is also here, so it only makes sensd"

he showed the map to Lieutenant Tolmeron.

"I see." Tolmeron consulted the map.

She got the courage to go back to her station, giving sera a wide berth of course. She started to clean glasses and mugs that did not need cleaning

"I was thinking we station at least one platoon close to here, and have our Blood Angels run alternating shifts with Brother-Captain Messinius and the White Consuls. As this place is an inter-universal nexus of sorts, it would allow us to expand our watch over the cosmos. We also have our tiny fox friend to protect. Azumi is both a dear friend and she can heal our Brothers that share our affliction"

"Why must everything, every place, no matter how peaceful be consumed by the fires and rage of war?"

"Actually, we have a strict 'no fighting' policy here. This is a massive exclusion zone of a strictly-held rule of no fighting. Even the Tyranids come here. Azumi domesticated several. I allow the Astartes to come in here as a rest area to relax and do whatever work they need." He brought the king a complimentary glass of wine made from Del-Hidori grapes.

"If I seem distracted, it's because I am talking to my children"

"My apologies... I am simply weary of the bloodshed after all this time. I have a feeling you understand well. I witnessed the fall of the angels... I had known them for quite a while... I truly wish it hadn't come to what it is now, but I do what I must for the sake of my kingdom. And for the rest of the Mortal Races, to resist the Archangels Tyranny.. " True to his words, the king seems exhausted, as hair he hasn't gotten true and proper rest in a century. He sloshes the drown around lightly, taking a sip. "Thank you, Mathius. "