OOC didn't really understand this part? You're asking if you had any previous knowledge about this system? Highly unlikely given the fact I made it up But you are ofc free to go and try to get some info when you go down there. <Descent> Pushing through the atmosphere at two different entrance vectors, just to further mask their true nature, two transports filled with warriors from "Angelfall" descended upon the ashen plains of Onpuku II. Little could be seen from their point of entry, a bleak world like any Hive world in the Imperium, it hiding its secrets close to its corrupted heart. Their destination in sight - a giant building created on old STC standards still in use. The building was named Hive Kanaro. Fenix's shuttle arrived in the Industrial sector G15 and landed on a platform amongst at least few dozen of other crafts, all ferrying different personnel from upper reaches of the Hive into this sector so they could add to the mighty war machine of Emperor's Kingdom and keep the Hive working. Their shuttle had necessary clearances Van Morten acquired earlier, allowing them to stay there for 72 hours. Hopefully in that time, their mission will be complete. Once they disembark, they would find that entrance into the Underhive wasn't that far away, in fact, it was only a kilometer down a wide street, filled with a mass of civilians going about their business. On the other side of the giant building, cargo freighter carrying the remaining members touched down in the middle of a wasteland, the grey ground filled with all kinds of junk and garbage, miles in each direction. At the moment, their position was somewhere south of the Hive itself, exactly 93.2 kilometers away from the nearest wall. Since it was pretty much the same landscape wherever they would look, it was up to Steinar to pick a direction and follow it. An hour later, Commissar Strauss brought the craft in the upper reaches and landed on a landing pad reserved for various traders coming to Onpuku's upper Hive. Both Draconion and Jean would have the chance of going where they wish, as the current time on the planet was somewhere around the noon, most of the residents inside their houses or on their working places, no one really bothering to pay much attention to just another freighter coming on the planet.
- Rocky and Edd, before take off "Now Edd, remember the last two times." "I'm not gonna hit me ead on da exit ramp." "Okay, just remember that." Rocky had his ever faithful las-pistol, a new stub revolver with kraken rounds, a krak, stun, and blind grenade. Flank vest, knives, and a new flask full of liquid courage. 'I hate hive cities.' Edd was just beside himself with good cheer. His carapace armor was clean, and the damage to his rippergun barrel was repaired. Edd wasnt good with timing, so explosives were out of the question. Beyond a new clip of dragonfire rounds, Edd kept to his strengths. Blocking enemy fire and brute blunt force. "Wots them dark colord slugs fer Rocky?" "They're for if you run into something bigger than you with better armor. Then you need to load those into your ripper. It'll take care of it. If that doesn't work, then fight like you always do. Don't worry, I'll watch your back." "Thanks Rocky, yer always lookin' out fer me." - After landing CLUNK! "Ow!" Edd dented the ramp this time. His excitement too much to keep contained. "Damnit Edd! What did we just finish talking about?" "But I saw lots of ships!" "You've see entire Imperial fleets!" "Not with regular folks ships. Not en a hivecity! Wow!" Edd stood out, away from Fenix's ship. An outcrop railing looking out over the lowerhives. An embodiment of industry and metropolitan Imperial culture. Edd grew up in mud stone huts, then lived his entire adult life in the theaters of war. What he saw before him inspire only one thought in the ogryn's mind. "Et smells funny here." "Don't worry Edd, it gets worse."
[OOC: @Colapse Pretty much. What I meant was, is Draconion likely to have read about Onpuku before, given that trait I mentioned. But nevermind - I'll just have him look up Wikitravel 40k. Or just be a tourist ] En route to Onpuku II and Hive Kanaro, Draconion remained silent and still, meditating upon his mission, the information he would have to find and the roles he would have to play in order to fulfill his objectives. As the freighter lit down on the landing pad, Draconion touches his fingers to his forehead in salute to Lord Commissar Strauss and, with a nod and smile to Jean, stands at the head of the ramp, surveying the Uphive port area before taking his time to alight. Rather than march straight to an official to announce his business, he goes instead to the nearest Visitors' Bureau outlet to pinch a map and guidebook from a rotating rack, dropping off some Imperial drachmas for the overawed counterstaff from a purse he got from the ship's bursar for smoothing social interactions (read: bribery) as he finds a quiet corner to quickly get up to speed on the history, geography and social structure of Onpuku II and Hive Kanaro - Cliff Notes-style. Opening the map wide enough for Jean to read alongside him, he likewise holds the guidebook open in the middle to share with her. "I fear we will have to stop at the introduction before we announce ourselves to the Port Authority, but at least we won't seem like complete tourists this way," he murmurs, an amused twinkle in his eye.
The blackshield was the first to leave the transport. With Coded-Compliant efficiency he hopped down to the dusty grey earth below and held his bolter with his two hands clearing the Landing zone. Just the impact of the titan made gave the landing zone a smokescreen, but nothing the Astartes auto senses count filter out. After careful examination, the Blackshield voxed in; "Land sight secured. Ground stable enough for 83% combat efficiency. Caution, several different sharp metallic minerals are protruding from the earth below."
<Team Gamma - Steinar Greywold!> "Time to hunt! I hope you are all ready! And try to keep up once I found a trail, I ain't slow down for anyone!" He laughed his heart out as he rose from his seat, a Chainsword on right waist, one on his back, a bolt pistol on his left waist and three grenades attached along with a Melta in between the two weapons. None would be save from this Blood Claw.... Once he found out which direction to walk. Steinar walked out with no helmet on, as usual. He stretched and jumped a bit once outside and then stuck his nose high in the air and started sniffing....
Jean comes closer so she can properly examine both objects. She glanced from one to the other, trying to take in anything that may prove useful. "Well that doesn't sound too difficult." She grinned. "Besides... I wouldn't think tourists get in with the nobles too often so perhaps it's our best bet."
Amraphel walked out of the ship and took a look at his surroundings. He stood on the landing pad and saw the huge hive spire infront of him. Amraphel thought that hive cities were abominations. Giant cities full of poverty on one end and excess at the other would only breed scum, noble scum and underhive scum alike. While waiting for the rest of the team to leave the ship he kept scanning his sourroundings watching for any signs of trouble, because to amraphel hice cities and trouble were part of the same package. Just to be sure he kept one hand at a pistol holster. He turned back to the ship and said with a loud voice:"Could we move along?"
<Feron> Cloaked in his last minute requisition Feron made for a figure more akin to a monk grown several sizes larger than the normal man. Head bowed the Salamander stepped out after Rocky and Edd, beneath his cloak a hand rested upon bolt pistol and combat knife. Hood drawn over devilish features his neck tipped, head bowed to obscure dull ember eyes behind shadowed cloth. Having foregone his helmet for times being it rested mag-locked opposite of Skull-Splitter lest a conspicuous outline make him that much more an oddity. "Orders? " Was all he offered toward their twin-command in Fenix and Lysander, studying their approach toward the Underhive, curious as to any prying eyes that were watching their landing.
<Team Gamma (Steinar, Volorox, Icelos, Dorallius, Sigismund)> Lots of garbage of all kinds hit Space Wolf's nostrils. The place around Hive's often served as one big garbage dumps for citizens that lived in the city, occasionally even being used for dropping toxic waste, which Steinar felt stinging his sense miles away. To the south of his position he could see an endless grey plains for as long as his eyes could reach. North (where Hive itself could be seen in the far distance by his enhanced sight) the way looked somewhat clear and easier to navigate through all that junk. East - it looked as if the piles of garbage were increasing in size, mimicking mountains (actually, small hills really), the way for them leading through makeshift ravines. Finally Western direction was quite similar to eastern, although there was somewhat less junk in that direction. <Team Beta (Jean, Draconion)> On the map the Librarian acquired, both teammates could see a following map: <Team Alpha (Lysander, Fenix, Rocky & Edd, Amraphel, Feron, Six)> The day was busy as usual, not many prying eyes were looking at the newcomers, in fact it looked like nobody really cared about them yet. A street filled with all sorts of vehicles was to their left and right, leading towards the entrance into the Underhive further north, around a kilometer in the distance. Also, buildings around were all used for different types of industry, from creating little nails to making plates for Valkyrie transports. An army of workers went about their business, busy about trying to reach their daily norms to spend time looking at newcomers. (OOC feel free to push it forward, since there aren't many people of your team present).
<TEAM GAMMAAAAA (ray)> Steinar spat on the floor from the stench. "I ain't want a steak from here, my fellow Horse Knight!" He commented, picking up on the prior conversation. "Look, whomever is hiding here, knows how to hide well, the stench forbids me to track any living being here! ME! A SPACE WOLF!" He kicked some trash angrily around. "I say we split up into two groups. East and West. Nobody could possibly hide in the plains. Split as you like, but my instinct tells me East, so I go there!" Steinar simply announced and marched on to the East, not waiting for anyone to organize.
