[Snowy]

Face waved away the tablet.
'I may hate flying but I've got it figured out,' Face said, before feeling the Cigar starting to take effect.
He strapped himself in and then made sure all his guns and ammo were in place, then he tried to tuck his long lengthy frame into the smallest most comfortable shape he could before letting the specially made cigar knock him out.

 

[G0arr]

Sanderson “Twitch” Carus

Sanderson turned to another individual nearby. The man appeared to be in nice robes and held a small talisman in one hand. Twitch could tell he was some part of the Ecclesiarchy. “Smoke,” he asked offering the small metal box. “I say you appear to be rather far from home, *twitch* and here of all places. Mymymy must be important. Yesyes must be, must be.” Twitch smiled. “Why are you here? To see the shrines? I hear there are many.”

 

[Fire starter Pyro]

Spook strapped himself into the seat furthest to the back by the loading ramp, so he could be the first one off this "metal death trap". He seemed to go unnoticed by most of the other passengers. Something that wasn’t too bad, as since the shuttle took off his stomach felt like it was five paces behind him which was a most unsettling feeling to say the least. One of the other passengers had waved away a sickness tablet in favour of a cigar, Spook hand shoot up gesturing for the attendant to give him the tablet.

Once he took it he felt like his stomach had caught up with him until they hit the atmosphere and the shaking of the shuttle seemed to dislodge his stomach again and it felt like it swayed ten feet in whatever direction the shuttle lurched. He locked his jaw tight holding back the compliments of the officers’ mess.

 

[Amoeba Bait]

Sanderson Carus turned to Pius Marcellus, a Missionary and said "“I say you appear to be rather far from home, *twitch* and here of all places. Mymymy must be important. Yesyes must be, must be. Why are you here? To see the shrines? I hear there are many.”. He offered Marcellus a lho stick, which the Ecclesiarchy Official politlely refused.

"I, dear servant of the Emperor, have been posted to this blessed planet to better enforce the Word of The Emperor. There are many whom have strayed from His Light and dabbled in the darkness. There are those ignorant of their position within His most Sacred Imperium, and it is my role to bring them unto the path of righteousness".

"I see that you are no ordinary citizen, nor naval staff." The old man guestured to the book attached to Sandersons belt. "You appear to be a servant of the Emperor but you are not one of the Ecclersiarchy. To what body do you belong?" enquired Marcellus.

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Elsewhere, the vox-servitor blared its tinny message over the speakers. "We are now approaching the atmosphere of Vaxhayn. Please take your seats. We shall arrive at our destination shortly.

 

[blackhole]

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.

 

[G0arr]

Sanderson “Twitch” Carus

"Yesyes, you are a man of duty. I like you am a man of duty, and integrity. An interested party upon the planet's surface has asked for me *twitch*. Of this I have been sworn to secrecy. But you have said that there are those here who are dabbling with darkness *shivers slightly* or those who are ignorant of their position. That does not bode well my friend, not well nono," Sanderson moved closer to the man.
He twitched slightly as he whispered, "If you could help guide me friend. I do not wish to be drawn from the light. *shiver* Of what evils shall I be wary?"
Sanderson looked at the man with genuine concern. "I beg you, please tell."

 

[Amoeba Bait]

Pius Marcellus withdrew from the shivering, stuttering man, confused as to his strange habits. "Of what evils shall I be wary?" Sanderson asked.
The Missionary thought long and hard as to the level of information he should disclose to the complete stranger.
Sanderson looked at the man with genuine concern. "I beg you, please tell."

Missionary Marcellus was swayed by the honest concern in the mans voice, and was compelled to reveal a small amount of otherwise classified information.

"I have heared that a number of the Mechanicus officials around Vax-Hive, which is the capital, have been straying from the Imperial Creed. If it were a few commoners or even people of a lower position within the heirarchy of the Cult Mecanicus, then it would be their own internal problem. The heads of many manufactorums and their staff however have displayed strange behaviour recently; behaviour that conflicting with their rank and indeed their place within the Imperium".

The man reclined in his chair, and buckled his safety belt. "I can tell you no more I am afraid dear friend, for I know little more then what I have already revealed." He made the sign of the Aquilla and nodded towards Sanderson. "Good luck with your summons stranger. The Emperor Protects".

 

[G0arr]

Sanderson “Twitch” Carus

"I thank you from the bottom of my heart," Sanderson replied. He too made the sign of the Aquilla.
"Good luck with your summons stranger. The Emperor Protects" "I wish you luck as well missionary," he twitched slightly as he took his seat, "May you always carry forth the torch of the Emperor, and destroy all shadows in your path." He bowed his head slightly, and buckled himself in.

As the shuttle began to rock Sanderson twitched and looked at the man next to him. "No worries friend," he said calmly. There was a sudden shiver that went down his spine."Think of it as sailing on the ocean," Sanderson said nodding slightly. Somewhere in his mind he wanted to add, right before you are swallowed by a wave.

 

[Amoeba Bait]

The shuttle entered the Vaxhayn atmosphere, shuddering and jolting as if caught in a whirlwind. Dawns Blade was caught in a violent turbulence, throwing anything not bolted to the floor wildly around the interior. A few of the Imperial passengers brought up their most recent meal to the distain of the other occupants.

The shuttle, thankfuly, then entered clear skies; the flight became smooth and level. Through the veiwing ports the passengers could see Vaxhive, the planetary capital. The hive glistened in the sun like a Jzal-Beetles carapace. It rose kilometers into the sky, skewering the clouds above. Dotted around the hive were inumerable foundries and mancfactorums, with grey smoke billowing from the chimmney stacks.

When Dawns Blade touched down on the landing pad, the vox-servitor spoke. "Welcome to Vaxhive. You may now leave the shuttle."
Before the passengers could leave, the captain of the shuttle walked around the interior, avoiding the puddles of vomit, to approach the acolytes. He simply gave each of them a small scrap of parchment. He said nothing and then returned to the cockpit. On each piece of parchment were the words, "It is in your best interests to head to the bar: The Bleeding Rose. It was initialled G.D....

Surrounding the landing pad were a number of stalls and stands, each boasting a myriad of wares, some legal other not so.... The ground was a dark red, almost maroon and smog hung thick in the air. There was a babble of sound, vendors enticing potential customers, the powering down of the landing craft and the buzzing of insects.

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Primary Objectives: Find the location of The Bleeding Rose Bar

Secondary Objectives: None at this time.

 

[G0arr]

Sanderson “Twitch” Carus

Sanderson stepped off the shuttle. The locals were already trying to catch everyone's attention. Several of the officers were already walking to the the stalls. Sanderson had other plans. "Not so bad was it," he asked Spook as they began to walk. He twitched slightly and looked for a mark. Finaly he saw one.
"Good day," he began. His aim was a man moving between the stalls. "You appear to be a man who knows things. *twitch* Might I ask you a favor?" Sanderson smiled as he approached, "Been aboard ship some time, and was wondering where a man might find some information." He twitched slightly as he waited for the reply.

 

[Snowy]

Face woke with a start and breathed out a breath of relief, he was glad he had used a powerful Cigar, otherwise he would've gone crazy in the turbulence.
Face steped off the shuttle and looked around, the place was filled with stores and had a very bad look around it.
Face made sure his Autogun was ready to fire on a moments notice and walked off in the direction of the most civillised vendor, hoping t find the way to the Bleeding Rose Bar.

 

[Brother Jozzak]

As Jozzak walked off the shuttle he checked his laspistol and noticed he forgot to grab his chainsword.
"Shit that was a good chainsword" he said as he started to walk in a random direction hoping to find a chainsword vendor or the Bleeding rose bar. As he walked he spotted a man that looked like he did something important Jozzak started to slowly walk up to the man hopeing that he would know somthing about this city.
"Hey mate you wouldent know where the Bleeding Rose bar is would ya?" he said to the man

 

[Fire starter Pyro]

Spook waited in his seat, he had held in his lunch and after several other passengers to disembark, collecting himself before finally stabbing the harness release with his thumb, snatching his gear and bolting for the hatch. The smoky air caught him in the throat and in the gut causing him to wrench violently he ran around to the side of the hull and began vomiting on the one of the landing struts.

As he was finishing up one of the other passengers exited the craft muttered something to himself before heading to some important looking deadbeat "Hey mate you wouldn’t know where the Bleeding Rose bar is would ya?" he said to the man” the man gave him a sly look. It was a look Spook knew all too well, it was a look of a con man sizing up his next victim. Spook collected himself and walked forward and put his arm around the man’s shoulders “Rough flight eh friend? Come let me buy you a drink” as he did this he made a sure his knife hilt was visible and shot the man a evil smile. He got the hint and left.

 

[Anfo]

Alfr walked out of the shuttle. Not only did it smell like smoke in there, but also the meals of a few passengers.

The planet wasn't all that better. The man on the shuttle was correct, you could see the air you breath. Pulling his collar over his mouth, Alfr looked around. The market was buzzing with people, buying selling and trading everything. Alfr studied the vendors, none sold masks, or anything else to help him cover his mouth and nose.

"Lets find this Emperor dammed bar so we can get off this fraking planet, okay?" Alfr said impatiently to the others.

 

[blackhole]

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?"

 

[Amoeba Bait]

The man in the alley looked up from his concoction of chemicals and other such toxic materials, exhaling a noxious purple cloud of smoke. He tried to stand up but slipped and landed on his backside.

A strange looking man walked over to him, however, in his intoxicated state, the man resembled more of a talking Grox. The man broke out into a goofy grin, snigering.

"Ay ya know tha' way to a Bleedin' Rose bar?" the grox-man said. The man cakled like a child. "'Ere ya go." he said, slurring his words terribly. He reached into his grimy jacket and produced a small area map. He handed it to the grox-man, and then patted him on the head. "Your a good boy arent you?" he said as if refering to a household pet.

The man laughed again and then fell to the floor, giggling to himself before passing out.

 

[G0arr]

Sanderson “Twitch” Carus

Sanderson cursed under his breath as he walked away. The local had given him nothing. He looked around for a moment. The layout looked much like many of the other worlds he had visited. He still missed the feeling of his home in the stars. Spaceships had been his home. As he stood there it was hard to envision where he needed to go.

Sanderson’s eye twitched again. “Alright,” he whispered as he began to follow the flow of humanity. He followed several men carrying items. He could guess they were heading to the marketing district. This was his aim for two reasons. First there was always good information from people talking. Second most places with some merit were located where they were easy to find.

As he walked along Sanderson guessed he was on the right track. There were several other bars here. As the men took a very hard left turn Sanderson glanced around. There it was, The Bleeding Rose. He smiled as he turned toward the marketing district. He might not have long before they were expected, but there was always time to gather some information. Near his destination Twitch stopped against a wall and straitened himself up. As his back popped he smiled. “Time to go to work,” he whispered with a twitch. He aimed for a crowded weapons shop to listen for any spicy bits of information. Some time ago a wise old man had once told him, “If you wish to learn about problems of violence go to the source. Failing that find where the concerned people gather to defend themselves”

Twitch entered The Bleeding Rose late. As he scanned the bar looking for his fellow acolites. As he moved toward where several were located he was still milling over the information he had gathered. Most of it was useless, just idle chatter between people but somewhere in it was always somthing useful.

 

[blackhole]

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.

 

[Snowy]

Face racked his Autogun as he walked into the alleyway after Calixus, as he did so, he saw several people hurry out of the alley way. He laughed, they were so weak willed, he could've mowed them down, but that would get him in trouble, and he didn't feel like wasting ammunition.

'What have you found,' said Face, lighting a Cigar.

 

[Anfo]

Alfr walked behind Face, Jozzak and Calixus into the ally way. As face grabbed his auto gun, Alfr place his hand on the barrel and pushed down.

"Put that away. You don't need to show off how badass you are to these people. You have to remember; there is always someone who is badder than you." Alfr said sternly, "And stop smoking those damn sticks."