Soon the hour has passed, and the ship is rumbling down into the atmosphere, shaking and groaning underneath the strain. It's rather disconcerting as the sounds of the metal warping and bending echo throughout the ship without actually breaking.
There's loud mechanical clicks, the ship lurches, and is coupled onto the dock.
Stern hadn't seen any of his companions in the past hour and he was tired of waiting. So going to each cabin, he proceeded to bang hard on each door three or five times before almost yelling, "Come on, you heard the vox. We've got work to do." He turned towards the main hatch and said "doesn't sound like the ship'll be sitting here too long, don't think the pilot'd be too happy if you had to ask him to turn around."
His piece said, Stern then marched to the main hatch and stepped off the ship onto the planet's soil. He glanced around the landing area while waiting for the rest of the group to disembark.
Cain is roused from his slumber by the heavy knocking and groggily raises from the bed. "I'll be out shortly." Swinging over to the edge of the bed Cain let's out a long yawn and then proceeds to dress for the mission. He readies his sword and pistol at his left and right side respectively, and places his mercy knife in a sheath next to his pistol. He gives it a soft pat, "May the day never come when I must use you.'
Cain emerges from his cabin ready for duty. Solemnly making his way to the hatch all that can be heard is the echoes of his metal staff against the hard metal floor of the ship. Approaching the main hatch he nods his head toward Stern and surveys to dock.
As Stern pounded on the door, Poast completed scrubbing the inside of his mask and tossed the alcohol-soaked cloth into a brass auto-cistern against the wall.
The knocking stopped and he adjusted his worn robes, still slightly damp and smelling of the cleaning solution. After a final check of the items neatly arranged on his cot, Poast gathered them and secured the various weapons and tools about his person.
One last deep breath and he strode from the cell and toward the docking bay.
You step out into the dingy day of Scintilla, and the stink of Hive Sibellus fills your nostrils. It's about mid-morning, and the hive is living up to its name: the docking terminals are crawling with people of the middle class and going down the social strata. It smells like machine oil and human armpits.
Stern lights a lho stick and waits for the rest of the group to disembark. When everyone has left the ship he strides quickly across the landing pad towards the nearest dock worker.
He asks, "Where's airship dock terminal 6?" the lho stick twitching in his lips he waits for an answer.
No idea if this is needed or applicable but Inquiry: 58 (failed)
Giving you a suspicious eye (a suspicious mind is a healthy mind) the dock worker sets down his box, claps his hands to get some dirt off, and points toward a large terminal. "Thet's sex over thar," he says before picking his box back up and moseying along on his way.
"Follow and you will see." Stern then walks quickly into the terminal. Looking around, he sees banks of storage lockers and stalks up and down the rows until he finds locker 9356.
He turns to Cain, "Contained herein is information of our next mission and resources to accomplish it." He then keys the passcode and opens the locker.
The locker's rusted door slides open, and inside is a small container. Stern opens it, and it is filled with various papers.
When you examine the papers, you find they're Scintillan work visas for planetary immigrants. Apparently, your cover jobs for the investigation are as housekeeping staff for the noble family Zabraxas. It also contains fifty throne gelt and behind the box in the locker are six peasant-ish outfits.
Cain grabs the outfits and hands them out to the group. "We seem to be one man short. It appears Krell was given a different assignment. Odd that they would supply us with six outfits." He puts the sixth one back in the locker and grabs himself a set of papers. He continues to look for anything that would give more information on what exactly it is they are here to investigate.
Turning to Stern he asks, "Do we have a specific target or are we supposed to uncover one on our own?"
A tall, well built man approaches the party after they open the locker. He is dressed in black guard fatigues with Mk IV guard flak armor. He has a laspistol holstered on his waist. Around his neck is a silver chain with an aquila.
"Hello friends" the man says in an accent that belies that he is not from around here.
"I have been sent here to assist you in this endeavor from our mutual employer."
At the last two words, the man pulls a small insignia out of his pocket. It is an inquisitorial rosette.
"So whats in the box?" the stranger asks as he extends his hand in a friendly manner.
Cain stares supicously at the newcomer, hand inching toward his laspistol should he need it. As the man flashes his inquisitorial rossette Cain relaxes for a moment but then a chill runs down the back of his neck.
"This man seems to know his way around weapons. He's likely from the Guard. Could Esther's words have rang true to the Inquisitrix? Perhaps this man was sent to take care of any.... unforseen events that could transpire like the last time." Cain rubs his fingers over his psy-focus. I must be careful from here on out.
Reaching into the locker he picks pu the sixth outfit and hands it to the newcomer. "May I inquire as to your name?"
"Certainly, the name's Kaffrin Kul. Maybe we should go somewhere more... private before we discuss anymore. Something tells me such a wide open area *Kul gestures at the wide open spaceport terminal* has many eyes and ears."
*Kul takes the offered clothes*
"What is this all about?" Kul inquires as he tries to get the group somewhere more private.
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There's loud mechanical clicks, the ship lurches, and is coupled onto the dock.
A male voice crackles over the voxcomm.
"Welcome to Scintilla. Get yer asses off m'ship."
His piece said, Stern then marched to the main hatch and stepped off the ship onto the planet's soil. He glanced around the landing area while waiting for the rest of the group to disembark.
Cain emerges from his cabin ready for duty. Solemnly making his way to the hatch all that can be heard is the echoes of his metal staff against the hard metal floor of the ship. Approaching the main hatch he nods his head toward Stern and surveys to dock.
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The knocking stopped and he adjusted his worn robes, still slightly damp and smelling of the cleaning solution. After a final check of the items neatly arranged on his cot, Poast gathered them and secured the various weapons and tools about his person.
One last deep breath and he strode from the cell and toward the docking bay.
What do you do, intrepid acolytes?
He asks, "Where's airship dock terminal 6?" the lho stick twitching in his lips he waits for an answer.
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He turns to Cain, "Contained herein is information of our next mission and resources to accomplish it." He then keys the passcode and opens the locker.
When you examine the papers, you find they're Scintillan work visas for planetary immigrants. Apparently, your cover jobs for the investigation are as housekeeping staff for the noble family Zabraxas. It also contains fifty throne gelt and behind the box in the locker are six peasant-ish outfits.
Turning to Stern he asks, "Do we have a specific target or are we supposed to uncover one on our own?"
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"Hello friends" the man says in an accent that belies that he is not from around here.
"I have been sent here to assist you in this endeavor from our mutual employer."
At the last two words, the man pulls a small insignia out of his pocket. It is an inquisitorial rosette.
"So whats in the box?" the stranger asks as he extends his hand in a friendly manner.
"This man seems to know his way around weapons. He's likely from the Guard. Could Esther's words have rang true to the Inquisitrix? Perhaps this man was sent to take care of any.... unforseen events that could transpire like the last time." Cain rubs his fingers over his psy-focus. I must be careful from here on out.
Reaching into the locker he picks pu the sixth outfit and hands it to the newcomer. "May I inquire as to your name?"
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*Kul takes the offered clothes*
"What is this all about?" Kul inquires as he tries to get the group somewhere more private.
He grabs an outfit and the box of papers and begins looking about for a private area where the group can talk.
With a start, he notices Kul talking to the rest of the group, hand dropping to the blunt, holstered stubber at his side.
Still clutching the clothes, he nods toward Kul.
"Em... 'allo. Poast."