<Dorallius> "I would give this one an 8" He said, then bringing up his flamer, hoping that when it got needed, that their wouldent be stuff much too flamable in the garbage aroundt them, lest he contrubute to the allready rancid amount of pollution. <The creature> The creature was close behind mameroth, its senses alert, as it sniffed the air for any trace that wasent exatly them. Though it also eyed the techmarine, there was something it dident like about him, though that mattered little at the moment, for now they where on the hunt, with was good, better than scurying around the underbelly of the other ship.
<Angelous> "Just a memory from an Imperial Space Station." Angelous replied honest but undetailed, there was no use for Marmaroth to learn about it. He walked over to the terminal, steeling his mind for possible Heretek forces. One could never know, especially when serving Marmaroth, what sort of foe would await one...
Volorox- Volorox went to the ground with a loud thud he roared in anger as he one of his arms was pulled into the hole he quickly used put his other hand into the hole and activated his wrist mounted flamerhile pulling back with his feet. while still holding onto his chain halberd. he roared out. "THERE IS A UNDERGROUND" he roared over the vox for the team as he pulled back with his feet.
The knight looked down instinctively to make sure that blanche was not stuck in something, but that was not the issue it seemed. Honestly he was more worried about whatever Volorox had found, or perhaps whatever had found Volorox. Sigismund peered up into the dirty sky for any potential threats there before trying to get Blanche to move over to the struggling marine as it seemed he needed help getting a hold of his weapon again.
Jean grinned as the Space Marine allowed her to enter first. "Well that 's unexpected..." She mutters as she proceeds inside the Chimera. Good thinking. I imagine this should prove useful. At least even in conversation we can keep our story straight this way without the need for others to hear our thoughts. I agree. So far they all seem loyal. But outward appearances can be faked with relative ease. Let me know if you find anything?
~So far as I can tell, the Captain here is an honest, Emperor-fearing soul. We may have a useful ally on the inside if we play this right.~ "That seems an unusual state of affairs, Captain Rourke - defence forces turned to enforcing civil security. How came that to be? Surely the Arbites would resent the intrusion upon their jurisdiction."
OOC: Last I could follow, they were meeting at the Office. Fenix was with Feron, Rocky, and Six. Edd was with Lysander and Amraphel in the Markets. Lysander and Fenix switched familiars, and Edd is going to eat everything just listed as edible. - Edd Following close behind Amraphel, Edd took in the Markets. It smelled worse than any other place he'd visited previously. Except now he could eat the things that were making said smells. Rooting around his pockets, he found a six thrones, two credit chips, and an Imperial Guard food voucher. He wasn't sure if the voucher worked outside an Imperial mess-hall, but there's no harm in finding out. Walking up to the nearest rat stick vender. "I'll ave one, please." - Rocky Rocky walking into the Bounty Office practically unnoticed. The cloaked Astartes seemed to draw the most attention. That was just fine, it gave him more room to work. 'Lot of old posters here. Newer one's bounties are surprisingly low... Won't make them too appealing for bounty hunters.' Rocky thought. Walking up to Fenix, about to the bounty hunter hip. "Where's the admin? Maybe we can get some info from those other hunters. Feron's got them talking. How do you want to proceed mate?"
<Team Alpha - Lysander's Team> Walking the streets was like watching purity decay, individuals scavenging about in their search for personal gain. They had nothing compared to those of higher society. They had to beg, maim, and kill for the basics in human life. It was disgusting to see people so degraded, and it was even worse knowing that the Imperium let such corruption and neglect go on in such a way. Hearing gunfire echo from the dark, unseen alleys and the screams for mercy defined this hive world. It summed it up in more ways than the Investigator was comfortable with. With a keen eye, Lysander noticed a particular individual of note in the form of a salesmen of maps. He had the look of one seeking to either sucker off-worlders for everything they had, or offer help to those same people. Should they have the coin, that is. Motioning for the Marine with him to keep an eye out on the Ogryn, Lysander casually approached the salesmen's booth while grabbing a hold of a cigar inside his leather coat's inner pocket with on hand while taking a lighter from his pant's pocket. Quickly making to burn the front of the cigar, the lighter was put away and the cigar placed between his lips. With a quick breath, he removed the cigar and a small white cloud blew into the city streets. His attire was that of an aged, yet experienced mercenary. His Arbite armor was replaced with simple black, non-military grade carapace with a tough yet aged leather trench coat hiding his bolt pistol strapped to his belt underneath. Everything that would have been seen as suspicious in his attire was left behind before their deployment. For now, he was whatever he needed to be. "You, salesmen with the maps!" He announced towards the man, pointing to him with his lit cigar. His voice was smooth, matching an individual of age yet one still lively and dry witted. "How much for a map of the city?"
While the investigator was talking to the salesman amraphel kept an eye on the strange joke of evolution that called itself Edd. The ogryns weren't exactly the most clever beings. He remembered that the adeptus mechanicus's magos biologos had classified the ogryns as 'homo sapiens gigantus' , but amraphel had always thought that 'homo sapiens stupendissimus' would fit them much better. They had their uses in head on clashes but this mission would rquire a bit more finesse. Amraphel sighed an turned towards the half-wit:"This is not the time to buy food, ill get you the biggest steak in the segmentum later but for now, restrain yourself." , Amraphel whispered to Edd, annoyed by the abhumans childish nature.
- Edd Edd had in his hands three fried rats on a stick, one in his right and two in his bionic left. One was half eaten, then Amraphel spoke up. "I was hungry, an I got one fer ya an Lysander... But yer right sir, I'll do me duty. Want yer meat on a stick o probably not..." Edd had spent four crowns on the three fried rats on a stick. His voucher had shown him to be a member of IG. The vender had given Edd a discount, but appeared shaken by the heavily armed abhuman. Either fear of Edd or for other reasons? Edd followed Amraphel back to Lysander's side. Fenix's servo-skull stayed above the crowed. Carefully scanning the market for suspicious elements.
