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[highmax28]

((Oh dear god...)

[Xantalos]

((Well, if diplomacy goes poorly we'll have no choice but to break out the drugs, so you have to expect twitching.))

[mastahcheese]

((Well, if diplomacy goes poorly we'll have no choice but to break out the drugs, so you have to expect twitching.))

((Of course, drugs always comes after failed diplomacy! Twitching if fun! {actually it's really not}))

[Sirus]

((If diplomacy fails you'd likely get shot, assuming you guys are seriously dedicated to getting yourselves killed/being a PC killer so early in the game. How did we get into this situation, again?))

[Xantalos]

((Xanaros not knowing who the God Emperor is.))

[mastahcheese]

((How did we get into this situation, again?))

((By playing a game called "Dark Heresy"))

[Helgoland]

((PTW, heard this was hilarious))

[Aseaheru]

No idea what this is, but I saw the quote.
And I think I do know what this is... 
Ah well. PTW anyways.

[HFS]

((...Quote? What quote?

Update later today, people))

[HFS]

Alright. Looks like Xanaros, Cromwell, and Eisen are heading to the nearest manufactorum, the tech-priest is dragging the unconscious Flavion to the hab, and the other guardsman is heading back to murder his teammate. Noted.

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Bar

Sigh and mumble to self
Well... Looks like I might have to deal with him myself...
Return to rest of the group, loading my laspistol. Load shotgun when no witnesses are around
Theres only one way to deal with this...

You leave the bar, noting your tech-priest ally dragging Flavion away. As you head back to the hab, you flick the power switch on your laspistol and load your shotgun. You enter, fully intending on dealing with the psyker Xanaros.

...Hm. Looks like he's no longer here, along with one of the guardsmen and the other psyker. Not good.

"Hrmm. I expected a bit more from him. Anyway, thank you Ferrus, you were very helpful."

Tip Ferrus ten Throne Gelt, and drag our drunken comrade back to the hab block.

You tip Ferrus, and he thanks you. [S:1d100:8] You effortlessly sling Flavion over your shoulder and follow the other guardsman back to the hab, setting him down on one of the chairs in the common room. You notice that Xanaros, Eisen, and Cromwell are no longer here, and the Arbitrator there is muttering quietly to herself.

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Xanaros, Eisen, and Cromwell

The closest manufactorum to the hab is about a minute away, in the opposite direction of the plaza. Arriving, you see a pair of guards at the entrance. [Per:1d100:23] They appear to be armed with las carbines, and they appear to be wearing flak armour. The manufactorum is fairly small, for a manufactorum - probably only used for manufacturing small parts for shipping to other manufactorums for final assembly. It's still a large building, however, extending into the roof. There are windows, but they look rather durable. The doors appear to be locked.

[highmax28]

Damnit! Where could they have gone!? I wish I looked at that data slate before I left!
Bug tech priest to tell me where they might have gone since he pocketed and memorized the data slate

[Xantalos]

You gun guy. Eisen, I think. You know more here than I do? Do these places have managers?

[mastahcheese]

"hmm... I've never been good at talking to people, and I'd rather not start a fight if we don't have too.
How do we get past these guys? Knowing a manager won't help if we can't get to them in the first place."

[Burnt Pies]

"Any of you see where the Heretic went? I should've stopped him earlier, but I was still dazed from that damn journey."

[Xantalos]

We ask to speak to the manager. Don't we have search warrants or something signed by the Inquisitor?