The slave, who's face was covered by a veil, lowered her head before speaking, "I am number 1157, honored guest....There are a great many places to go. Training cages, the bridge, the observation deck, though admittedly the view of the world we orbit is not the best, there is the barracks where you could meet the Lord's soldiers...though between just us, I would not do that. The troop commander is quite unpleasant when it comes to visitors." She then made a strange twitch as she began to look around, seeking some what confused before looking at Felana, "It would seem the master calls you now. Follow me."

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After a few hours passing each slave assigned to each guest, one by one, began to experience twitches of their necks and eyes. For a moment they would look around as if they had heard something whispering to them. After they stopped twitching, they would approach each guest with a bow before each speaking the same words, "It would seem the time has come and the master calls you now. Please, follow me." Each slave would leave little room for talking, for as soon as each guest was ready, the slave would begin leading them out of their rooms and down the halls at a pace one would consider fast. Giving the pace, the journey would not seem to long as they were soon lead to an elevator with doors already open. Each slave would motion for the guest to enter, not daring to enter with them, before the doors quickly closed and the elevator quickly shot upwards.

After roughly twenty seconds, the elevator would stop abruptly and it's doors would give way to the another a large, domed room. All around Servitors, with far more mutations than is the norm, carried supplies back and forth as if they were preparing for something. At the center of the room stood three figures, two of which were already known as Vilanica and Asmodeus. The third was a large Astarte who's armor was black on his legs, arms, and helm, while the rest was a blood red color. On his back has a large, black chainaxe that had many symbols inscribed on it. This Astarte was leaning on the table, looking over a holographic image of The Hole and did not seem to be happy about something. Asmodeus, seeing each guests exit the elevator, would call them over to the table with that same smile on his face as before.

Once all had finally reached the table, Asmodeus, with outstretched arms, would speak, "Welcome back, honored guests. I am sorry to interrupted whatever pleasures you were enjoying, but it would seem we have ran into a slight problem, and most therefore more our timeline forward." The Astarte, who seemed to grow more and more frustrated with every word he spoke, spoke out in a harsh and deep tone, "Enough of this beating around, Asmodeus. My men can handle this without any-" Asmodeus voice seemed to change from the flamboyant and light tone it normally was, to a much more deep and angered one, "You will address me as Lord! Do not forget who it is you serve, Norok! I will not be interrupted again by your shovanistic and hot-headed comments in front of my guests! Is that understood? Is it?" He glared at him as Norok seemed to back down and speak, "Forgive me, my Lord." Asmodeus ran a hand through his hair to fix it as he shook his head, "Forgive me for that. Now, where were we?...Ah, yes! Things have been pushed forward due to some very unforgiving guest making their way to this station. I assume some of you maybe familiar with the Inquisition, yes? Well an old -friend- of mine, who has always been quite annoying, has followed me here. Originally, I had planned for this to go much more professionally, but due to this new variable, we must be a little more forward." Asmodeus paced around a moment before speaking once more, "You know one thing I hate more than being interrupted, is being taken advantage of. When I invite someone in as a guest and feed them, cloth them, and give them that which they desire...Only to have them steal from me! Such blatant lack of manors can not be tolerated!" Asmodeus took a few deep breaths before fixing his clothes and continuing, "This council each of you have served under, stole something from me and I want it back. Now, they have denied taking it, but I know that that damned pysker Apheidas hides it from me. And what it is is a child pysker of vast importance to me. She was like the daughter I never had, but they now hide her here somewhere in the upper levels behind this guard force of theirs, but I will have her returned to me...and each of you will help me do it." Asmodeus then turned to the holographic image of the station, "Now, I do not wish to kill everyone within the station, as it would be such a needless waste of precious life, but I will if need be. I want a distraction to draw the bulk of the guards away, that there maybe an ease of access to the upper levels where she -is-. You all lived here long enough, what ideas do you have to draw them off? I am all ears."

After the meal was finished and finding little to interrupt her boredom, Latrynix was almost releaved when her slave (which she also suspected of being Asmodeus' spy for finding out what everyone got up to on their free time), started acting up before delivering her into what was likely a briefing room, or at least it would be if not for the Mon'Keigh machines carrying stuff.

Listening to the conversation told her that the Marine was clearly far saner than Asmodeus, and clearly they were being asking to find a child Psyker, before someone who was chasing the Lord got here. It went without saying to the Wych that the result of that person arriving would be very unpleasant.
Already, she was sure that the Marine who evidently was in charge of the armed personal on the Third Circle and that he was very much at his wit's end with Asmondeus. Perhaps an ally to help secure her grip on the actual running of the ship?

Still, there was the more pressing matter such as the task in hand to deal with. So the Commorrite said "Well, if you're in the market for dealing with the security forces... I have a few suggestions, such as the always popular slave revolt, or sabotaging systems aboard the station that require the security to be busy guarding the repair work rather than the upper levels."

Pausing for effect, Thexia then said: "Or, if I was to be more audacious, perhaps Beowolf's talents in the arena could be brought to bear as a challenge directed to the officers of the forces, with the implicit threat that they would be seen as cowards lacking any power if they refused, making public support for a general revolution much more likely if they were shown to be afraid of a single Marine. Or perhaps, we can use Tyresius's talents for biological warfare to carefully direct the noxious gases of the lower level into the security force's own holdings, reducing their forces dramatically with the tools of his god and creating enough havoc to force our own entrance."

Taking another breath, the Dark Eldar said, clearly enjoying putting her thoughts on the situation "And if you want us to actually find the Psyker after the distraction, I have a feeling that Malrak's own sensitivity to the Warp would be a boon as he could surely identify one of his own kind, with Lurielle and Felana serving as the loving faces to convince the child to join us without anyone else from this ship having to put a single foot on that station?"

Having finished, Latrynix then gave a small curtesy, almost as if she was mocking everyone else for not being quite so bright as herself in the planning department. Just to cap it off, she then said "And I have some more ideas as to ways we can make our opening into the upper levels, should none of the ideas that I had mentioned be considered acceptable, Lord Asmondeus."

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Tyresius nodded, this dark eldar was very clever. almost reading his mind on his suggestion....he would have to tread carefully with this one. "I could....create a basic airborne plague and infect the atmospheric controls of the station. However, my technical expertise is....limited. As such, I will need a techpriest from the dark mechanicum to assist me. Otherwise i cannot guarantee full control of the air flow of the atmosphere."

Felana was lead away with Slave 1157 from her original plan noticing her twitch oddly and looking around Felana wondered what happened to her for a moment she felt a bout bad for her not even having a name but she aligtly wondered now If she had some type of communication implanted in her.

As she entered the elevator with everyone and was taken to a large domed room the elevator door's opening with several more mutant like servitors moving about halling off crates.

As she saw the other Astarte standing in the back at holo table get in a small argument with asmodeus she had to wonder to herself were the Astarte came from and possibly how high or low was he in command under Asmodeus command a structure.

Looking now to the mission at hand as Felana looked at the image of The Hole and the task at hand Felana had to wonder what there target looked like.

As Latrynix let out several ideas for a plan most of them quite fine she thought for a moment. "Do you have a Pict of the girl we can see to make sure we take the right kid back? Felana asked not wanting to go all the way there only to pickup the wrong person, Felana put her head back thinking on other inbgs in the mission such as possibly when the inqustion was going to show up.

Felana had heard of them several times before and had always heard the best to avoid them fact they were after Asmodeus made her wonder how safe she would be spotted without her armor.

"If we are going with a Airborne illness, Might I suggests we all bring sealed suits with air supplies?" Felana suggested if they go with Tyresius unleashing a plague.

"I am up for Latrynix plan so far, Lurielle are you good with kids? Might be better for you to meet the kid first then me" Felana to Lurielle.

Malrak who had been listening quietly in his seat spoke up. "I must say I do enjoy the idea of seeing that station being torn asunder by the slaves that keep it running. But perhaps we could allow the strongest and most note worthy of the slaves onto the ship? I assume my lord Asmodeus would not mind a few extra competent servants aboard his vessel. But as to the girl I would also like to know a bit more information about her for instance her age and specialization if any and her name would be useful as well." Malrak said putting his clawed blue hands together on the table. This whole scenario intrigued him but also brought back rather unpleasant memories from his youth when he was taken by the blackships at the age of five. The daemons in his head also began to converse with themselves as they heard everything he heard and it seemed the idea of a vulnerable psykic child was intriguing to them.

Tyresius nodded, "Nothing so cumbersome, this disease will only be contractible through inhalation. That is why I can create such a thing with so little time. A basic gas mask will be adequate enough protection. However, keep in mind that the same will be true of any guards who are wearing them or were fast enough to put on such protection once I infect the atmosphere."

"I like the arena, a good initial incident, witch will draw some attention, properbly making it easier to get other sabtoage plans going. Though i will say, a slave revolt properbly isent as easy as some might think, its not just saying a couple of words and suddenly you have a rapid army, and i am sure a place like the hole has plenty of snitches sowed into the slave ranks, and slaves are weak fighters, so i would say bombs at key places to create some chaos, while perhaps targeting the slave drivers to get more chaos in the slave ranks, a revolt is a high aim for a short mission." Beowulf said, adding his two cents to the planning. the idea of attempting to use some budding biological warfare, was not something he really cared to comment on just yet.

"I agree with Latryinx your lordship. Her plan is well thought from beginning to end, and she respected each of our talents, skills and relationships we already made here. So for the Greater Good of succeeding in our mission, in your name Lord Asmodeus, I vouch for the execution of this one in all of it's facettes." Lurielle announced after listening to everyone, making a slight bow and then stand next to her Commorrite roommate to show her support.

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"As much as I would love to send a champion of Fernis straight in and have a glorious showing of battle, Beowulf, tactically, due to numbers, it does not seem practical at this time. And if you are wondering why I do not send Norok in, it is because we shall need everyone we have at one hundred perfect if the Inquisition shows up. So he and his troops shall be in reserve should things go south," Asmodeus said as he looked over the holo image.

He then looked over to Latryinx, Lurielle, and Tyresius, "It would seem your foul plan would be the most tactically sound given the current situation. Now I assume, son of Nurgle, you can make this virus of yours in a timely manor? I think you are one of the few here who understands the gravity of what would happen if the Inquisition finds us."

Asmodeus then looked to Malark and Felana, "A child to me, at my age, is different to a child to you. She is seventeen, so all this talk of having to lure here into following you is pointless, as is the child's wish. Whether she wants to or not, she will be returned to me. That child has quite the mouth and speaks with a forked tongue far to much." Asmodeus then have Make an a very familiar, iritated look, "Her name to you is child, and what she is good at and why are not important to you. Do not think I will not be watching, child of Tzeentch. If you some much as influence a single hair on her head to change colors, the Inquisition will find pieces of you floating in the nothingness of the void. I hope that makes the point clear, yes?"

After he finished with Malrak, he looked back to Latrynix with a smile, "Since you are the founder of the plan, you shall be taking charge to ensure everything is done accordingly. As Tyresius looks like the type, I am sure there are mutants that could be swaided to help you redirect some of the ventilation with the station. After the guards are taken care of, how you wish to get to the upper levels is up to you. You Dark Eldar are always resourceful, so I have no doubt you will ensure the job is done."

With a look around at everyone within the room, he asked, "Are there any final questions before we begin our little party?"