"Det packs? I'm not assuming we need to pack lunches, Sir Boris. Take that as my first consideration, uh, and if you want to, I can help you pick out a disguise! Based on my experience, of course." That this experience was founded on reading and tapes mostly was left unsaid.

But nevertheless, Astra perked up at the mention of her name by her highly-esteemed employer and was visibly glad to be part of her plan.

Spoiler

Astra is not going to pick up grenades, for obvious reasons.

"The light of righteousness will shine upon those that are presumed villains and their true identity shall be revealed!" Takeshi, full in Silver Shroud manier once more, spoke with his 'hero' voice. Stoic, strong, resilient and intimidating to whomever had something to hide.

The Enforcer-armored man headed off to the Armory, grabbing his shotgun and putting it on his back, concealed by the cloak. Power Maul was put on the front-right portion of his waist. The Suppression Shield would be loaded into the designated 'Heavy Weapons Van', no need to run around with that. For grenades his Enforcer instincts spoke up and he grabbed the Stun and Blind. Special Ammo was not too much of his concern, grabbing simply Armor Piercing (AP) ammunition, in case anything heavy comes along. Like some light vehicle or anyone else walking around with Carapace Armor. He wondered if it would penetrate Power Armor, but he fought no Astartes nor Sororitas, yet.

Locked and loaded he marched off, getting ready for deployment. He had no problem working together, but he was not really attached to anyone of the group just yet. Although the Astartes was more than interesting, and the Blank was just straight out awkward and the Guardsmen seemed loyal... They were just acquaintances. His client was the Inquisitor and so it was the only person he really was attached to, quite literal through the contract.

If anyone could see his mouth they would see a slight frown. But assignment is an assignment. Purges are fine and even fun but he couldn't wait for the hunt. He felt his skills a tracking, and Rad survival would be an asset when the hunt begins. He is a Ranger, abet a close range one. He followed the inquisitor into the armory. He when to the grenades grabbing one blind and one krak grenade. Then he moved onto the magazines grabbing a pair of Hellfire Bolt Shell Magazines. Let others worry about anti armor, he specialized in anti infantry and terror. As he gathered his stuff and moved onto the deployment bay, he was suprised the lack of notice and comment he had. Even among the faithful he was commented upon, it was nice to have others again.
When he went to his room he loaded himself down for a hunt, including his toxin flamer and poisonous weapons. He even took the extra time to feed his poisonous pets that he kept in his room for his weaponry. He was a master toxin artist. He took out an extra couple of vials to pass onto Silver Shroud (@Uriel1339) and Pierce (@Vulpas). Even to the minute to put on his wine red Tech coat that was burnt and singed in places.

"K'tikathat not allowed in feast?" Kroot asks, clearly having missed most of the meeting and catching only fragments of important parts. It wasn't anything new, but mention of feast and food had gotten his hopes up. Falsely obviously, they all are humans. Why would they invite someone like K'tikathat to a feast. Looking at others, seems that the meeting is over. K'tikathat raises, feeling uncertain what he needs to do, what he was ordered to do.

<Briefing>
"Nae you're not Kittykat, but you're gettin' a lot of freedom! Quite the honor for a xeno it is, must mean the Inquisitor doesn't hate you so much as most! " Stepping over to the Kroot Boris attempted to give him a friendly punch of toleration to the shoulder, never mind that he was still holding an entrenching tool and las-pistol in the opposite hand or that his heavy stubber was hanging rather precarious at his side thanks to a shoddily dressed harness he had only half put on. "You're pretty not too bad in my book because of that Kroot. "

<Armory>
Whenever Boris managed to wrestle himself from the duties of maintaining social graces he would dive into the armory like a child dives into a candy shop, much like borderline insane guardsman tended to do with anything be it a pile of Rippers or a firefight against a squadron of traitor armor. Each step bearing a bit of bounce to it he started plucking away at his usual stores of supplies nabbing a Flash here and then tucking a Blind grenade into a deep pocket. A well worn backpack of rounds for his stubber was already loaded for bear with two generously folded stacks of AP rounds, after all if it could punch through a Chimeras arse plate it worked plenty fine on flesh and bone!

"Hmmm hummm...hmmmm....." Absent of mind Boris snatched up another generously laden pack of explosive supplies, another surprisingly neat arrangement with Detcords, Delayed Triggers and a number of Det Packs. "Gonna need to cut these down a bit and redistribute the blasting solution so I can actually fit 'em into me clothes! But first..." Boris marched off leaving his generous stack of weapons and equipment on a tinkering table where they would ideally be left alone.

OOC: Blind and Flash grenades taken, Doubling up on AP rounds.

<Sometime Pre-Deployment> @Casavay
Astra would find Boris hunting her down sometime before the drop, marching through the ship in only a pair of boxers, a white undershirt and several bandages where his face had been cut while hastily shaving away what was formerly a bushy black beard that wouldn't of looked out of place on a mangy Underhive attack dog. Whether it was in the middle of the Mess, standing at the door to her own cabin or exchanging pleasantries with what would no doubt be another bewildered crewmen he would present himself with a pressed and unfolded outfit in each hand.

"Which one would ye suggest miss? " Left hand held his standard dashing red coat with brown fur lining and brass buttons while right was a far more ornate ensemble of a blue jacket with white sash and pants. "I also have a multitude of glasses, quick apply scars and tattoos, facial hair and an eye patch. "

-Armory
Heading to the armory Pierce geared up silently putting on his spy mask and grabbing his Exitus rifle before slinging it on his back. Grabbing a Shield breaker round and a Turbo pentrator for his Exitus weapons he put them in a pouch around his pelt before putting on his Camo cloak, Grabbing a Krak and a blind grenade he was almost readied up before he was given a Vial from the Fire bat, He thanked him and put it in his belt Planning to coat several rounds when he could with the stuff to use against a vital target.

Before doing this he would go to the inquisitor. "Where would you like me to deploy when reaching the planet. Among the hive or to stay in atmosphere with a Valkyrie and be deployed when called and needed for action?" Pierce asked as he looked to his inquisitor.

<Before Deployment>

The Reman was quite busy with picking out an outfit when the Vostroyan had approached her, fire-headed girl carrying a small disk of many colours and standing in front of a chest quite literally spilling over with various textiles and leathers and other materials intended for wear. That she hadn't expected company was apparent in the fact that she'd changed into a simple drab shirt and pants, quite unusual when compared to her usual wear.

"Oh", she simply replied, looking at the man in her door with genuine surprise. "I thought I'd see you later. Well, let me put this away."

And she did, simply throwing her little palette on top of her collection of clothes, soon grinning her usual blinding grin again. "This is so exciting! A banquet!" Astra didn't cease talking as she walked around him, touching both uniforms carefully, smelling it (well, as much as she could smell through her nauseating aura of perfume) and, eventually, standing in front of the seasoned soldier, quickly looking back and forth between the two uniforms. "Seeing both of them clean, they both work! But that depends what you want to be!" With much gesticulation, the blank elaborated. "I'm thinking of this: If you want to be a dashing, heroic, knightly soldier, the man who saves the princess and who gets rewarded medals by the highest of Adepts of Terra, the sabre-wielding protagonist of the story, heart faithful to the Emperor and with an arm to match! Well, if you want that, then you should go for your red. But if you want to look princely, yes, commanderly! No, maybe even like a true battlefield general, like a tactician, fighter, and gentleman, then I would give you this advice: wear the azure, it suits you well, Boris, Sir Boris!"

She cocked her head, thinking further. "Tattoos would only be a detriment, but, oh Sir Boris! A duelling scar would be utterly amazing, the mark of a truly heroic man!"

Sedric nodded and thought for a moment on how hed hide his weapons and cracks his neck and looks at the kroot "like he said you dont seem so bad after all ya havnt tried killing anybody yet so if all goes as planned ill ta something to munch on" sedric smirks assuming hed want bones or something sedric is not well versed in the knowledge of kroots thwn sedric gets up and luts on his hat and tips it to everyone "i shall see you all later im going to ready up"

Sedric goesto the armory and carries his flak armour uniform and puts a las pistol under his uniform on his chest and grabs one stun grenades and one krak grenade for if it get bad to worse and grabs a couple hotshot packs for the las pistol and his binoculars and stuffs them into his several pouches on his hip and sighs as he thinks of not eating the food to be extra careful and as hes finished getting his gear he grabs his medkit and slingsit on his back and heads to the hanger for deployment waiting for the others and his uniform is mostly green with red linning and medal pennants and golden buttons and his hat is white with the astra militarium symbol above the brim of the visor and waited paitently for he lost track of where everyone else went

K'tikathat feels bump on his arm and looks at Boris pushing his fist against his muscular arm. Armed and loud, did he wanted to fight? But atmosphere in the room seems contrary. K'tikathat stares silently at Boris for moment, before walking out of the room.

"K'tikathat can walk around city? Inquisitor wants K'tikathat to work for someone else?" He asks as the duo marches towards the Armory, a Kroot and crazed Guardsman, quite sight on somewhere else than radical Inquisitional Cruiser.

While Boris dashes from weapon rack to weapon rack like hyperactive kid, K'tikathat studies ammo cases. Picking single rounds from boxes and chewing the tips apart, K'tikathat mutters to himself.

"Solid core, adding to kinetic energy to punch through heavier armor. Splintering tip, expanding inside target after initial penetration to maximize injury to tissue." Spitting metal shards from his beak, K'tikathat picks magazine of AP and AI rifle rounds. Then he moves to the rifle rack, inspecting the Imperiums weapon design. Turning it over and around, trying it weight, bending it over his knee, K'tikathat eventually settles with the rifle and lastly pciks up standard ammunition for it as well.

K'tikathat is ready to exit the Armory, but stops at his tracks on the doorway. Looking at side he spots grenades on their opened container, each roundish object lined neatly on the black foam. Stepping in front of them, K'tikathat picks one up, smells it, turns it around. Seeing others to pick them up and adding them to their equipment, K'tikathat slips two frag grenades on his harness by their handles.

<Briefing>

"Alright Inquisitor, it shall be done as you ask," Ogedei replied, quite satisfied with the task he received. He would be alone out there, on the hunt, doing what he did best. "I might go out of effective vox range but have no fear, if I ran into some big trouble I will get back to the landing zone."

<Armory>

The Khan entered the armory and the first thing he went to was his most prized possession he had on this ship - the assault bike he called Malaya, meaning who knows what in his Chogorian dialect. Maybe involuntary, but most of the time since joining the Ordo Hereticus Ogedei kept to himself and affairs of other mortals were little to no concern to him. Of course, things would probably change eventually and he welcomed it, however the was a staunch believer that the best way to know another soul was to share the same battlefield and so far, that didn't happen.

On the other hand, Malaya was ready and in pristine condition due to his own as well as ship's adepts ministering. Twin-linked bolters were clean and the ammo feeds loaded up. Satisfied, Ogedei picked up 1 kraken and 1 hellfire mag for his pistol while taking 1 krak and 1 frag grenade to keep his options open. Since he carried full gear pretty much everywhere he went, the last thing he mounted on his armor was his jump pack with enough fuel for both it and his bike to last him for a longer period of time.

Once done with everything, he eagerly awaited for the signal for deployment.