"You people do know that the Inquisition has this room tapped, right? If anyone gets killed here we'll all have to answer the Inquisition ."
On that note, perception check for surveillance.
Using your
passing knowledge of tech-surveillance, you quickly note the thumb-sized vox-bug clinging to the ceiling in the corner. Given the rarity of such a device, it is likely from your inquisitor. It appears you are being evaluated.
"Well. That was rather unpleasant."
Bernant tucked his pistol away and exhaled slowly, inwardly glad it hadn't come to that. He took up the bottle and another glass, pouring a drink for the poor fellow who'd come rather close to being shot.
"A drink?" He proffered the glass.
>Stow pistol.
>Pour a glass of amasec and offer it to the guy at the door.
The purser looks between the glass and the clearly mentally deranged guardsman, who was now tapping on the walls to check for hidden compartments, and shrugged. He takes the the offered glass and takes a sip.
Allion stood and walked over to the man at the door,
"Heh. Now that's done, is there an armoury and if so, where is it? The supplies I have are... useful, but there are some extra articles I will be needing to properly execute the tasks I will most likely be assigned."
"I'm afraid that that's off limits." says Sebek, clearly nervous, "Even if you were cleared to wander the ship, which you would soon be, if you wanted, as you are the His righteous servants, it requires a code from the quartermaster or a boarding alert."
He downs the rest of the amasec.
"Could you all please follow me to the hanger?"