<Team Alpha> As Feron moved down the huge street, he could see that despite everything, there were lots of people fluctuating between this part of the Hive and the Underhive itself, given the fact there was actually no guards (or any kind of armed men) present on the entrance from this side. Perhaps it was different on the other side, but he couldn't know that for sure from this position. The buildings that he passed were pretty much all the same, small hab blocks left and right, and two big factories on his way to the entrance. In front of one he saw a big trucks supplying it with raw iron so perhaps this was some sort of metallurgy complex, which he later found out it's true due to his heritage allowed him to smell familiar scent of burned coal and metal getting melted. The second factory was smaller than the first, all he could see is that it looked like they were building furniture or something connected to the wood, as piles of timber were stacked in its courtyard. Vantage points were scarce, perhaps he might find a way to climb on one of the civilian buildings but that wouldn't really offer him much of an advantage. Also, he could try and reach the top of the furnaces in that factory, but that wouldn't really help with keeping his armor intact. <Team Gamma> While Volorox, Blackshield and Knight were left behind to figure out their next destination, the path to West (OOC Steinar & Dorallius went East) being pretty straightforward road through the junk but also easily accessible for both Horse and Marines, Steinar and Dorallius got their hands somewhat busy. As the Space Wolf charged around the corner, he stumbled upon yet another pile of garbage, however this time, something moved on the far end of it, but it was hidden from their sight, all the crap preventing them to take a real good look. If they wanted to really find out what was moving, they had to take a closer look and get their feet dirty. <Angelfall> For this occasion, the Flesh Tearer was armored in his Tactical Dreadnought armor, wielding a giant sword (OOC 4.5 meters long, thank you Urian), easily looking as if it could cut a Predator in two. Pretty much everything was ready and everyone was here, although the moment the Techmarine arrived, Marmaroth turned his skull visage on him, while placing his hand in front of the wolflike creature. "Steady..." he ordered as he pointed Angelous to get in the Thunderhawk instantly, "Techmarine, try to keep your witty comments to the minimum and no sudden moves, not until he gets used to you."
"At any rate, here's the Governor's palace," says Draconion, placing an armoured finger on the relevant part of the map, "Let us announce ourselves directly at his doorstep, shall we? Guilliman always said to seize the advantage of initiative and surprise whenever possible." As they walk, Draconion allows his ingrained warrior-class dignity to assert itself to the fullest, holding himself that bit straighter and placing his feet with that much more care, appearing to almost float in full warplate. Despite that, he appears quite relaxed and at ease with himself, sweeping confident, languidly curious eyes about the place as though he were the landlord visiting for an inspection. Turning his gaze to Jean for a moment, he nods politely at her armour markings. "Begging your pardon, Sister Jean, but your campaign and merit badges are highly idiosyncratic and unclear to me. Might I enquire as to which theatres you have marched in?"
<Steinar 'uh-uh' Greywold!> "GET OUT OR I BURN EVERYTHING TO GROUND!!!" Steinar demanded, not running anymore but approaching the pile now with a casual walk. Chainsword still revving.... <Angelous> "And I thought the Space Wolf was a monster." Angelous commented with a shrug, sitting down to a far corner away from the beast and somewhat close to the Venerable Dreadnought. The Blood Raven yet stared intensively at the creature and let his bionic eye scan the creature from inside and out.
<Feron> Into the Underhive it was then wading through crowds as he had been the Salamander took a moment to establish a presence near a wall waiting for his comrades to catch up not wanting to have them all get outpaced and separated in the crowd until they intended for such to happen. Not many looks were his to claim thankfully, a strange hooded giant amidst normal hivers not so conspicuous after all in a society of low lives, freaks and mutants. Once it was time to pass through the threshold into their AO Feron resumed his visual search for anything that might perk interest, every other sense leaning into the effort as well as he tried to pick out hushed conversations or shift through various scents for certain common ritual items he had encountered in his time as an Astartes.
<Dorallius> OOC: forgot i was using a flamer not bolter Doralius cought up to the spacewolf, "what did you see brother? might it not be simple vermin?" <Creature> The creature stood back, but growled at the techmarine, it did not like him, he reminded it of something from the past, and it did not like it one bit. What the techmarine saw with his eye scanning the creature, was something clearly unnatural, from the metal like quality some of its limbs and eye seemed to have. And to sheer size of it.
<Team Beta (Jean & Draconion)> Despite the fact a presence of an enhanced male or a guy on forbidden steroids was a common sight in lower reaches of the Hive, it was not so in this royal place. Draconion was rewarded with great number of both frightened and surprised looks from the populace, which also rewarded them with being caught up by two Chimera's as they moved through the hab block C. A number of soldiers came out and pointed their lasguns at the newcomers, while a man with a little bit different uniform rose a finger in warning, perhaps a comical move compared to what exactly he was facing. "Pardon me, mister and lady, but I don't recognize you as residents of this area! Matter of fact, I don't think you are locals at all! So, please, tell me who...what you are or I will order my men to take you into custody!" <Team Gamma> Steinar's shouting and a casual disregard for stealth approach gave fruit as the moving suddenly stopped and a head leered above one pile of dirt. The creature was some sort of a canine, now that Marines got a better look, it looked as if it was half-starved, it's skin being blistered and spots of fur "placed" randomly on its body. It angled its head on one side, peering into the newcomers suspiciously. <Angelfall....Void> Giving a slight shrug, Marmaroth also made way into the Thunderhawk and took position in the center of it, separating the Dreadnought and the creature from the rest of the gunship. "Bird flies in the morning wind," their pilot announced and activated the engines, "Skylance" soon went out of the hangar and into the void towards the mining station. "Van Morten said he found nothing last time he was here and while I trust his judgement, he is no psyker nor has seen the full truth. That's why we are coming and in force. We shall take nothing for granted and if there is no taint to be found, we shall know it ourselves. However, if Inquisitor's suspicions are true, our top priority should be getting the station under our control and finding any intel. Is that understood?"
<Steinar 'awww a Puppy!' Greywold> Steinar let his guard down, putting the chainsword away but keeping the Bolt Pistol, holding it low though and approaching the creature slowly. "I ought you be a foe, not a poor animal that has to suffer at the lifestyle of million others." He went down with his body, but still was bigger than many humans, approaching the creature slowly with his free hand stretched out to it.
Amraphel moved up until a he stood a few meters behind feron. Hivers went past him left and right but luckily didn't take any notice of him. He saw many different kinds of people: tired serfs, filthy beggars, pleasure woman wearung excessive make up and here and there a poorly armed gang member; they were all part of this strange microcosmos. There was even more activity all arround him: Cargo was being unloaded, carts full of metal were drawn by strange steeds. One thing that appaled amraphel was the stench. How could a man live in such a filthy environent? Amraphel thought that the hive society, with its strict class differences and burocratical stagnation could be seen as a miniature version of the imperiums society as a whole. Amraphel heard a loud yelling and turned arround, but it turned out that it only were two beggars killing each other over a loaf of bread. "I am right behind you", Amraphel said to feron.
Jean was in the process of answering Draconion but then she stopped. "Seems we have a bigger problem first." She replied with a grin. She then addressed those before them. "You would be correct. We are not locals. Rather, we are representatives of Marshal Ludovic. Surely you've heard?"
"The Sister has the truth of it," says Draconion in grave, courtly tones, stepping forwards to favour the officials with a solemn nod, "I am Codicier Draconion He'tar, Salamanders Chapter, and this is Sister Jean of the Order of the Argent Shroud. We are here as representatives plenipotentiary of the joint Imperial battle group under overall command of Marshal Ludovic of the Black Templars, bound for the Cadian Gate. The Marshal wishes us to perform an audit of Onpuku system's resupply capacity in anticipation of the fleet's arrival. You will take us to the Governor at once." As he speaks, he injects into his voice an inflection he grew up hearing his grandfather use to command the household troops of his lord - the tone of a man born to command and expecting instant obedience, without so much as the shadow of the possibility of being disobeyed. Just to hedge his bets further, he modulates his breath in a low-level version of his battle roar, infusing it with telepathic power to exude an aura demanding awe and reverence rather than outright terror.
