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"I think I could earn a bit offering to bless some tech" Isaac mused.

He heads off into the marked with Var in tow.

"Wouldn't dream of leaving the group," Var says to Uriah. "Remember to tell these people the Emperor protects, and that a few thrones will get them a special prayer just from you."

Uriah looked at Val with shock. what he suggested was extremely seedy, and went against everything his stood for. Even if he was low on cash, he would not cheapen his ideals for petty profit. "What do you make me for, a con man? Do you expect me to wave a holy stick around, sanctifying everything in my sight and take the local's thrones for it? Next time hold your tongue should you say something like that to me, or I'll strike you down where you stand"

Var rolls his eyes...

"A thousand pardons, Padre. Just see what these people can tell you about the hive. Maybe we can learn something useful," Var says.

Var continues to keep an eye out for something worth paying for... and anything that might be worth no paying for as well...

Uriah nodded, that he can do. "Right, I'll go around and ask for the local rumors. We'll meet back here in, oh, half an hour, so you two can do whatever it is you want" With that, Uriah walked off from the group, looking for guards, bar attendants, and breaking workers to pick up rumors, starting with small talk then leading into the questions.

"Half and hour... sounds good." says Var. Var looks around for other preachers, or anyone else being loud or obvious. "Maybe you have some collegues here?" he says to Uriah.

Upon approaching the hive cavern nearest to you, you notice that the main speaker is a member of the Cult Mechanicus, and is preaching the message of the machine god to the crowd - some of whom do not seem to want to listen. You see several members of the Ecclesiarchy within the crowd, urging them on to greater levels of heckling. One of them steps forward and shouts "The Machine God inferior, Fool! Only our faith is true! Yours will be ground into the dust by his right hand!" The tension in the air is almost visible, and you can tell a fight is about to erupt. It would be wise to leave before you get caught up in the fighting.

Var moves to stay close to Isaac. "Let's not too close to that business." Var draws his club, but keeps it at his side.

Uriah saw the demonstration, and knew this could only end poorly. Part of him wanted to go in there and stop them from fighting each other, but the truth was he doubted he could actually stop them. He ducked out of the way and continued he previous plans, whispering a prayer than no one would get hurt.

Due to the nature of the animosity in Laskin Hive between the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Ecclesiarcy, and the fact it is constantly boiling over into conflict, the local Arbites, whose Headquarters is above the market quarter, have developed a rapid response system to deal with any approaching conflict quickly.

Gas begins to flood the hive cavern in which the fight is about to take place, and everyone within it begins to slump unconsious. The group of acolytes is near the edges of the cavern, and so move out the way quick enough to avoid the effects of the gas, which due to it's electrostatic properties, is also subdueing the tech priests in the area.

A large group of Arbites passes you, shoving you roughly out of the way. You ought to leave the area now, before the Arbites begin arresting people.

Var urges Isaac to move away. "Let's move," he says. I'll cover your back.

"Stupid blind fools" Isaac sighs "Come, there is nothing we can do here. And no chance to gain any thrones for the meantime, I suggest we go back to the livin quarters for now"

Var is disappointed about not making any money, but he doesn't want to get mixed up with this madness. "Let's just get clear of this gas."

You decide to head off back to your habitation building, and return to the gravshuttle terminal. The trip back is uneventful, and you arrive back well before the end of the day. After a good meal provided by the Hab building, you settle down and discuss the day with the rest of the group.

After a couple of hours of talking and card games, Uriah asks where Zek and Solomon have got to. The group immediately stops talking and everyone looks up.

As if on cue, you hear two people singing from the stairwell, and the door is opened and a pair of very smelly, very dirty guardsmen stumble in, completely drunk and covered in vomit, who immediately collapse unconsious on the porch. You drag them to their beds, realising that they will not be waking up for some time.

The next morning, all but two of you wake up. The two guardsmen are completely hungover and you will not be able to get any sense out of them for most of the morning. After a late breakfast you decide to go in and try and speak to them, and see what they were doing last night.

Isaac sighed. "I should have guessed the these meatbags would have done something like this, especially this one" He taps Zek with his foot "Espicially seeing how he acted in his dream. Ok then, answer me this, what did you do?"

"We got absolu'ly gak faced, if ya' can' already see, boss. An' I'll say fo' the record i' was all 'is idea." Zek points towards Solomon.

"Well ya see this kindly gentaman donated some thrones to Zek and me, so decided to partake in some o' da local brewries finest! An' then I don't much remeber much afffa that.." Sol scratches his head and looks confused.

"Ya' don' rememba' cos I was haulin' your dead weight aroun' haff tha' town!"

"What kindly gentleman?" Isaac intoned, his voice rising "you better not have blown our cover meatbag"

Uriah rubbed his temples. He had a good idea what they were talking about, but he had to make sure "Who is this "gentleman" and why did he give you his money?"

"'E said summin' like a chief secretry to the undershadow hiveseer, or summin' like tha'. It was all long and wordy."

" Well, he gave it to us after we gave him a shovel to the back o da 'ead" Reaching into his pocket for the thrones, Solomon feels the letter he nabbed. Opening it, he quickly scans it, causing his face to flush a deep shade of red. "Dis gentaman had a very loving and 'descriptive' woife at home waitin fer 'um"

". . . . ." Isaac just stares. Words have failed him.

Uriah has gone from rubbing his temples to just having his head in his hands. He was simply struck silent.

Zek breaks the silence "I' was worth it, though."

"Throne protect..." Uriah said "at least tell me you didn't kill the man"

"I couldna' 'gree moor, mate!"

"Tha' was Sol's job, don' look a' me!"

"I should take you both to peices for sevitor parts
I think those would be more reliable than you two. Alright, full story start to finish, Ommisaih help me this better be good"

"I'm with the walking tin can on this one. Talk"