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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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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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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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"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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"Ah good good, seems to me like you have a nice planet down there."

 

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Aleron took the tablet but did not take it, instead keeping it just in case he needed it later. He noticed the Psyker was talking to an Ecclesiarchy Official. Hopefully they could go through this flight without any executions, the Ecclesiarchy weren't exactly known for their tolerance.

He shook as the shuttle moved towards the planet. Planet fall didn't bother him much it was not knowing what lay ahead. Who knew what was wrong with this damned planet, and with the Mechanium-Ecclesiarchy situation it could get a whole hell of alot worse. Just gangers his ass, he had doubts about the truth of the briefing but now he knew something was up. Whatever came at him he knew would be in for a hell of a fight.

Nothing is ever simple he thought while stroking his blade through he bag.

 

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Aleron was last to leave. Getting up he took his power sowed out of the bag and strapped it around his waist, not wanting to be caught with his pants down. He walked out of the shuttle twitching slightly as the fumes from the world hit his nose. It smelled terrible.

Looking at the note again his gut told him to get back on the transport and save himself a whole lot of trouble. No he thought im going to complete this mission.

He started down the walkway looking for the Bleeding Rose bar. All around him sketchy people watched him go, the presence of his power sword Solus seemed to keep them at bay. Still he kept a hand at the ready, should anyone get jumpy. He saw Face asking a vendor about the bar, and the shady guy was scarring off some con man.

If he couldn't get answers at least they were there. Turning to an alley he found a man no doubt selling something illegal.
"Ay ya know tha' way to a Bleedin' Rose bar?"

 

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Calixus took the map, at least seeming stupid had worked. He caught up with Face and Jozzak, also calling the other man the quiet one.

"I have found something, lets speak in a more secluded area." Not waiting for a response he moved towards a dark alley that seemed to be free of junkies, motioning for them to follow.

 

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Aleron had almost forgot about the other man the one he had heard called spook. He motioned for him to come along as well. Face was waving his gun about, nothing he didn't expect out of him.

"Try not to spook these addicts." He said quietly to face as he waited on the rest of the squad.

 

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Damn it thought aleron where the hell were the other two.

"Screw it," he announced to the two that were there,"We go to the bar or we will be late. Follow me."

Handing the map to Face he nods,"In case you can't keep up" He smiles before taking off.


Aleron deftly cut through the crowd on the way to the bar.He ignored the taunts of several drunks on his way in and looks just in time to see the psyker talking to another new man. He waits for them to finish.

 

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"I am Aleron Calixus, you say that our man has moved to the back? Yea, I saw the room. Well it's been a pleasure and all but it seems I need to get going."

And with that he was off walking through the patrons of the dimly lit bar attracting no attention to himself. Passing by the bar he noticed how strange the bars patrons were. Better than the junkies, he thought.

Finally reaching the door he was a little nervous of what was behind it. Steeling himself he turned the handle and opened it.