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[mesor]

Unload the shotgun and sling it across my back
"If I find out you have lied to me again things will get ugly, I dislike being lied to."
Walk past him and begin exploring.

[micelus]

"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.

[Caellath]

Lemanov sighed, sitting back again. "Hopefully our hot-headed friend won't find himself much more trouble."

He reclined on the chair, staring at the door.
"I may come from a world of recent industrialization, but from the imperial education I was given, I suppose guardsmen aren't known for shoving their weapons up other people's noses."

[Gamerlord]

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."

[Yoink]

"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.

[NobodyPro]

"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?"

[Dsarker]

Roth gets up, still engrossed in her book, and follows behind the others.

[mesor]

Follow the man, hum tunelessly and stroke my lasgun.

[NobodyPro]

The Acolytes file out of the crew bay behind the purser and soon find themselves in Forward Hold 2/DZ015, a high-vaulted room that contains the lighter¹ the group will be going down in. The access hatch is already open and the crew has almost finished loading the cargo and supplies.

A deck officer takes a data-slate from Sebek, who bows to you and says "Honoured guests, you must depart."

Once the purser is gone, the grimy, hard-faced deck officer says "Any of you ever been on a drop before?"

Mira nods.

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[mesor]

Hop into the shuttle and take a seat then fall asleep.
"Yup a few times, should be interesting to see how the rest deal with this."

[Dsarker]

Roth timidly nods, "A couple of times, on the Emperor's Toenail," she whispers.

[micelus]

Lyssian nods silently.

[Yoink]

Mister Hurk was less than knowledgable on the subject.
"A what? A drop? Good Emperor, you're not going to drop us down there and hope we land safely are y-"
He noticed the craft within the bay. "...Oh. That sort of drop. Er, not personally, but you know."

He shrugged and eyed the landing craft uncertainly.

>Eye landing craft uncertainly!

>Express ignorance!

[Gamerlord]

"Once or twice. They don't really invest much towards making assassins comfortable.

Climb into shuttle and begin inspecting gear. E.g. check sharpness of knife, readiness of guns.

[Caellath]

Lemanov eyed the shuttle, as if trying to throughly examine it visually. "Once, a drill back in my homeworld. The lords of the Order did not want their rookie knights making fools of themselves during space-related operations."

The turned towards his other companions, motioning towards the craft politely. "Shall we?"

Into the shuttle we go.