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With a shudder, the Imperial warship dropped out of the Warp and into 'real-space'. It had travelled the current of the Immaterium for three weeks, but Emperor knows how long had passed in 'real-time'. The Emperor Class Cruiser and its escort of Sword frigates re-formed their formation and engaged their engines, heading towards the dirty red planet before them.

They had been sent by the High Admiralty to the system to re-establish an Imperial presence, securing the space around the planet whilst the Planetary Government was being assesed, and power was shifted from one department to another. (ooc: More on this later)

'Vaxhayn', the Captain thought to himself. 'Another jack-of -all-trade planets bearly worth defending'. The captains analysis of the planet Vaxhayn was correct; it bore manufactorums and fabricating facilities, as well as numerous Cathedrals and even Hives. Vaxhayn was one of the other million identical planets in the Imperium of Man, yet something was not right....


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"Crew, stand by for docking procedure", crackled the vox-systems on board the Battleship. "Imperial Shuttle -Dawns Blade- approaching. Officers with shore leave and other Estemed passengers, please make your way to docking bay 25.34", continued the vox-servitor.

The Acolytes on board stired from their private quarters. It was a rare honour for a simple passenger to be granted Naval Officer privilage by having their own personal areas, but then again, these were servants of the Inquisition, not some simple Missionary.

Although they had spent the better part of a month on board the ship, the Acolytes adventure had not yet begun.......

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Primary Objectives:Make your way onboard the shuttle 'Dawns Blade'

Secondary Objectives:: Meet up with other Acolytes

Thompson, Jackson and Murdock: Your quarters are situated close together, close to the Naval Officers dining hall and the furthest away from the docking bay. Being situated so close to the Officers area, any lower class 'sailors' you encounter will give you a smart salute and be out of your way.

Calixus, Njörðr and Carus: Your quarters are closest to the Naval 'Sailors' lines. You have the furthest distance to go, but you will have to make your way through the sleeping area of many of the gun crew. As you have remained hidden away from the upper class, the sailors assume you are simple tourists to Vaxhayn and a few will try to sell you their contraban.

Let the adventure begin!
 

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Calixus blinked groggily as he heard the announcement, looking around his room he saw the familiar whitewashed walls. He had felt the jolt that goes with leaving the warp but had kept his eyes shut in the vain hope that he could sleep for a few more hours. Getting up off the miserable bed he had been assigned he gathered his few belongings and slipped his blade, Solus, inside his bag. Moving through the door his head brushed the top of the frame.

Back on his homeworld in the Khayer-Addin Fane the shorter men were always considered the best stock for swordsman, due to their supposed agility. How their warriors fell before him, a smile crossed his face at the memory of their faces when he slew Konrad Flemish, Khayer-Addins' best swordsman and bodyguard to the master craftsman himself taking Solus off his hands. Good times, he thought, good times.

He had heard that there were to be more like him, part of the inquisitors retinue. Briefly he wondered where they were before deciding he would meet them soon at the Dawns Blade.

Aleron hadn't even made it halfway across the ship before some crewman offered him some Obscura.

"Come on man I guarantee that if you take this stuff your parties down on that fraggin' world will be much better. Only 100 thrones for the whole lot."

The crew man looked young and was most likely running this as a way to help accommodate a lifestyle that navy pay wouldn't support.

"100 Thrones? Sounds like a good deal but the last time I use that stuff I ended up screaming about daemons in my arse from the rooftops not a big turn on to the ladies ya know?"

The Man gave him a laugh and told him that if he wanted a "better" experience to come see him. Walking off from the man he was rushed by several other "salesmen" who offered him everything from porno slates to spook. He gently wormed his way out of their sales grip and made his way to the Dawns Blade.
 

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Face woke from his sleep and rolled out of bed. As he was getting dressed he got the announcement to report for the Dawns Blade.
'Where are you going Face, come back to bed,' came a voice from under the sheets.
'Sorry Amy, I have to go, maybe we can meet up sometime,' and with that Face jumped out of his room and closed the door, before slinging his Autogun over his shoulder and walking towards the docking bay.

Face was reading the mornings newslate when he felt someone bump into him.
'Sorry mate, Jackson, you bastard, how are you, I didn't know you were on this ship.' Face patted Jackson on the shoulder and continued onto the Docking Bay, not bothering to check if Jackson would follow, he knew he would.
 

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Jozzak rolled out of bed and landed with a thud as he hit the ships hard floor he stood up just in time to hear the announcement for him to report to the Dawns Blade. He quickly grabed his laspistol and holsted it before runing out the door. He spoted Face an old friend and quickly walked up behind him and gave him a good bump. "Sorry mate, Jackson you bastard i didnt know you where on this ship." Face said as he patted Jozzak on the shoulder and continued walking. "Would you belive me if i said it wasnt me?" Jozzak asked following face.
 

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Alfr attempted to sneak around the regular sailors, he didn't need to deal with them. He was doing pretty good, until he kicked over a crate with metal cups on it. Almost like wave, sailors came towards him trying to sell his things. Alfr pushed his way through, and after what seemed like a life time he was free.

Alfr then started to jog to the shuttle.
 

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Sanderson Carus smiled feeling the ship exiting the Immeterium. His eye twitched as they entered 'real-space' completely. "Thanks be to the Emperor," he said standing. The room was larger than he was accustomed to, but that did not matter. All of his belongings were sitting around the only chair in the room. He was prepared to leave even before the vox came to life. Sanderson's smile remained as he stood by the doorway. He hunched down, adjusted an aged hat over his head, and leaned heavily on his staff, then opened the door.

Most of the journey Sanderson had kept to himself. As he made his way there were the crewmen trying supplement their income. As he entered the docking bay he finally took notice of one salesman.
"You look like someone who has seen many things," the man said, "Have you ever tried some Andrasian Blue?" Sanderson's head twitched to one side as he whispered. "Andrasian Blue," he asked. The man produced a small pack. "10 thrones," the man said. "Can I try one," Sanderson asked as he began to smile again. The salesman pulled one free. Sanderson placed it in his mouth and flicked something in his hand until he got a flame. As he did he giggled to himself. "Humm," he said blowing smoke out, "I like it. But I don't have 10 thrones,*twitch* how about 3." One of the men was staring wide eyed as he saw what this old man had in his hand. "How about 10 old man," the salesman said. His friend was tapping him on the shoulder. "Joe, you might want to give it to him," he said. "Shut it Dave," he said over his shoulder. "3," Sanderson said slightly more forcefully. "10 and i don't clock ya." "Joe..." "WHAT," the man said. His friend pointed. Sanderson was standing there with flames coating his thumb. The salesman was suddenly in shock. "Three," the man finally asked. "Yes," Sanderson said. A moment later they were gone. The psyker could barely contain his laughter as he walked onto the shuttle.
 

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Spook shimmed up one of gantry support struts before swinging his leg over onto the gantry and making his way to the shuttle bay. He had been issued with officers’ quarters for the return trip home but they were too plush for his taste so he had left them in favour of “comfier” accommodation in the form of a hammock in the engineering section. He had chosen here for two reasons, firstly as this was his first trip through the void (in which he was conscious) he had found the experience most disturbing and the rumbling of the engine hid the uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach. And secondly the massive engines, reactors and coolant plants reminded him of home.

He now made his way through the bowels of the ship, through the small gantries and corridors known only to those of the engineering crew who lived in the dark depths of the ship, he had spent the months in the warp wondering through the ship learning the passages and those who inhabited them. But now he had a job to do, so now he silently scrambled through the ship at full tilt passing mere feet from several crewmen without their knowledge.

He slipped into the hanger bay through a maintenance hatch before making his way to the back of group of Acolytes, smiling and nodding politely when they noticed his presences. When they weren’t looking he frowned, here away from the rumble of the engines it was like he could feel the ship flex beneath him though all logic he was told, told him that it wasn’t. How he longed to get his feet on solid ground.
 

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The interior of the Dawns Blade was no different to that of the battleship; stark, grey and uninteresting. The small seating area was almost filled to capacity with members of the Ecclesiarchy and a few Imperial Officials, as well as a select few Naval Officers.

"Departure in three minutes" droned the vox-servitor. "Please move to your seats". The citizens were talking quietly amongst themselves, and the priests and missionaries buisied them selves with prayers. The officers closed their eyes and prepared for the routine planet fall they had done a thousand times before.

As the Acolytes entered the shuttle, many of the occupents gave them strange looks, inquiring as to their position and purpose. They remained quiet however and waited for the shuttle to leave.







(OOC: This gives the Acolytes the opportunity to find out some background information on Vaxhayn, by talking to the occupants of the shuttle, whom I will play. This also enables Acolytes to talk amongst themselves)
 

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Aleron sat in his seat, a standard seat one of trillions in the Imperium great if you want a sore back. Resting the bag on his legs he thought of his fellow acolytes. Everyone seemed fine, except for the psyker. Psykers always had a habit of screwing up and letting the wrong things out at the wrong time, but then again they were useful.

Then you had the two buddies they seemed fine, great for moral and as suppressive fire.

The scrawny kid in the corner reminded him of the Orthlack warriors quiet and deadly. Aleron was sure of the former.

He finally opted to speak with the two buddies.

"Hey! You guys seem to know each other, and have some relationship. Tell me what do you know about the mission? Oh and i'm Aleron by the way, pleased to meet you."



 

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Face smiled as he say a fellow acolyte approach them.
"Hey! You guys seem to know each other, and have some relationship. Tell me what do you know about the mission? Oh and i'm Aleron by the way, pleased to meet you."
'Nice to meet you Aleron, I'm John Murdock, but you can call me Face, just like everyone else does, and I still don't know that much about the mission' said Face, shaking the acolytes hand.
He then drew one of his cigars and lit it.
'I'm gonna need this one, by the Emperor I hate flying,' Face said, taking a long puff of the cigar.
 

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"Names Jozzak "The Joker" Jackson mate you can call me charlie for all i care, nice to meet ya." said Jozzak Extending his hand out and shaking Alerons Hand.
"As for i mission i have no bloody idea whats going on."
 

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Sanderson “Twitch” Carus

From his seat Sanderson could hear some of the conversation. The two men were friends, that was an easy read. The other man was harder to get a handle on. Warrior he finally decided on. Not a proper guardsman he would guess he didn't hold himself right. There were also two others that stuck out against the other occupants. He smiled. There was worry and fear coming off one in waves. First though he needed to do something.

"Gentlemen," Sanderson said approaching the three men. He shook his head slightly. "I could not help but overhear your conversation. I take it you are guards, or mercenaries of some kind. *head twitches slightly* Good good to know you brave men are here. Hired by some noble I take it," Sanderson reached into a pocket and produced a small cigarette box. "To your health," the psyker says handing one man the box before heading toward an open seat.
Inside is 3 rolled tubes of paper appearing to be cigarettes and a folded piece of paper. The note on the paper reads: We know not our foes or their allies, and information has a way of traveling. Think twice about what you say. Have a smoke I hear these are good.

"Mind if I sit here," Sanderson asked as he took the seat near the nervous man. "First flight," he asked pulling a small metal box out of his pocket, "It'll take the edge off." His hand twitched as he opened the box. Inside there were several cigarettes. "Have one, I insist," the psyker said to Spook.
 

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Aleron took the note and read it. The advice was sound, he nodded to the psyker. Sometimes he wasn't so subtle.

"We were hired by House Chastus, for the safekeeping of rare goods. Damed gangers seem to be stealing everything, I'm Aleron of the Gurkha second these men my compatriots. Nobles you know, can't ever give us too much detail " Calixus whispered in a manner that all could hear.

"Face, Joker I'm sure we will be seeing alot more of each other, enjoy your flight and all."

Quickly he slid through the line of people and sat next to a portly man who seemed to be alone. Seated on the far side of the shuttle he seemed not to hear the conversation. Sliding into the empty seat next to him he rested his bag atop his legs.

"So, you a local? I'm Ace by the way of the 161st Konig. "
 

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Alfr walked into the shuttle, civilians looked up at him and the other acolytes in shock.
"You people act as if you've never seen a gun before." Alfr said with a laugh.

Sitting down, Alfr looked around at the other's. Most of them were smoking, when offered a cigar Alfr refused. He hated smoking, and was going to loathe the flight down in a smoke filled shuttle.

Coughing Alfr asked,
"How can you all stand that shit? Makes me want to puke..."
 

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The local worker looked up at Aleron. He was a short stocky man, with dusty hair. He could see that 'Face' was no ordinary citizen.

"So, you a local? I'm Ace by the way of the 161st Konig. " the man said.
"Yes sir. Favius Nech, I'm from Vaxhayn. I'm just heading back home to make sure my family is safe. Godforbid something should happen to them, this of all times".

Nech looked across the shuttle to see Alfr, another strange man coughing due to cigar smoke. "You're not from around here are you?" the man asked. "Us locals grow up in smoke, refineries, smelteries, manufactorums, theres always smoke. If you dont mind my asking sir, are you lot all together?"
 

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"Yes I know we live in a dangerous world do we not? Lucky for us the Emperor protects. If you don't mind my asking is there something especially dark and devious going on?" Aleron asked the man his best stern voice.
 

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Favius Nech looked at the man with a puzzled look on his face. His brow furrowed and eyebrows raised.
"Dark and devious? Not that I've heard. But rumour has it that there’s been a bit of unrest in the Underhive. Nothing local law can’t take care of from what I’ve heard though. A few fist fights and a knifing here and there, but that’s normal I suppose. Nothing dark and destevious”.

"Thats why I'm headed home; to see my family and make sure they are fine".
 

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Nech stiffled a laugh. "Nice! You have obviously never been to Vaxhayn before. The ground is ashen and barren and the hives are cramped and narrow. The factories contantly spew out smoke and soot and the temperature is always too hot."

The citizen reajusted his position on his chair and lent in to speak quietly, his husked voice bearly audible above the rumble of the engines powering up.

"Just between you and me, the Planetary Government is pretty much useless at the moment. With the Arbites breathing down their necks about the Underhive situation and the big fiasco about the changing from a Mechanicus to Ecclesiarchy held planet, Vaxhayn is in a vulnerable state."

Favius Nech guestured to the other occupants of the shuttle, singling out the Ecclesiarchy officials. "Thats why they are here. You see?"


Nech lent back in his chair and took out a small container, opening it and ingesting a small red tablet. He offered one to 'Face'. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll prepare for the entry. Flying is not my thing."
 

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"Frak," Alfr grunted as he waved his hand in front of his face trying to clear the smoke, "An entire planet filled with air that you can see. Great. Fraking great."

Alfr looked at the Ecclesiarchy officials talking softly amongst them selfs. Alfr shook his head slightly. The Ecclesiarchy had a way of messing everything it seemed. From everything Alfr had heard if you're nose was the 'wrong size' you were considered a mutant by these people and were killed. With fire.

The shuttle began to shake and rumble more, they were entering the atmosphere. Alfr sat there trying not to breathe when the shuttle slammed into what felt like a speed bump, only they were traveling much faster that a ground-car, so the shuttle shook with tremendous force. Alfr, not having his safety belt on, slammed his head on the ceiling. Cursing more, Alfr fastened the belt around him and crossed his arms. This day was not going well.
 
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