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Isaac lookks to Uriah "Thanks for that meatbag, I'll remember this for you weaklings sleep."

"He was carryin' a bunch o' heavy lookin nonsense scrolls wif some numbas on dem. So we gave 'em an urly naptime and raided some loots off his load to eez 'is burden." He explained, "Then we went supprted the local brewsters wit' his "genrous" donashun." Sol stood up a bit unsteadily saying "We mades it bac in good shape, soz it's all good in da hive."

Zek glances between the two of them, not sure who to fall under.

Uriah looked over to the tech priest, and hung is head down. "Look, I'm sorry about that, that was unnecessary. I'm just stressed about all this, and these two are not helping in the slightest"

Satisfied at the chain of command being established, Zek goes into his story. "We star'ed off leavin' tha' shop we was in. Wen' over to a bar. I realise' then I didn' have no coin. We 'ad this bright idea o' grabbin' some guy, 'n takin' the goods. It work'd, 'n we got some money. Di'nt 'ave much though. Anyway, long story short, we go' pissed, Sol 'ere tried to do a runner wivout payin', 'e got caught, 'n we wen' 'ome."

Chazzick sat, listening to the stories unfold. He then got up from the table with a "If you'll excuse me." he headed to check his weapons and sharpen his knife.

Var is amazed at the capacity for Guardsmen to drink, hang out in bars, and learn next to nothing.

"What else can you remember about the man? Did you see anything on those scrolls? Let me see that letter from the woman..." Var realizes he might be asking too much.

"Could you lead us to where you saw this man? I mean really... this is the worst bit of robbery I've ever seen. No plan, no goal, no idea who the mark is." Var can feel Uriah giving him a disapproving look.

"I'm just worried about his safety... We should check to make sure he's OK."

Var gets up, realizing this story isn't going to make him any money today.

He walks to the lobby of the Hab, looking around for local news sheets, or announcement boards. He looks for someone at the Hab who might be able to tell him about if anyone needs some labor for the day. I little surveilance, or a courier gig. He looks for a front desk, or someone who might be a manager or owner...

"Hello? Does anyone work here? I have a question!"

"If there is reliable work available then I would like some too"
Isaac chimes in stand a little way off.
"Of course my friend here being 1st gets 1st pick"

Seeing the other two had left, Uriah grabs the package he had gotten from the shop keep, opening it up to reveal a flak vest. A worn one, with a blood stain on one side, but it should still protect the squishy cleric's vital organs. He put in over his shirt and chain coat, then put his Ecclesiarchy robes over it. He headed out towards the streets, keeping his head low. He looked for anything that could requir his help for some thrones. He was not above honest labor.

When no-one appears to help him Var looks around for a notice board with job offers and the like on it. He finds one in the corner of the lobby and looks at it. In one corner he finds what he is looking for - a notice containing the words 'Courier Job wanted. High pay, training provided. Apply Market Sector, The Broken Lasgun Freehouse.'

Isaac moves to inspect the job board as well

Var turns to Isaac. "This could be just the thing for us. Move something safely, make a big payoff. I'm game if you are."

"We would have to share the money however. But together we would be safer.
It is your chioce. You need the money more than I do."

"Of course!" says Var. "Even share for even share, split down the middle. Just be sure to bring your guns. We want to be able to offer a secure service."

"Indeed we do. Shall we head off for this venture?"

"We shall."

Var and Isaac head to the transport and head to the Market.

Felix reappears from the crowd with a gullible looking native following him and an obvious slump in his shoulders. "well lets get out of here but first let me deal with my 'friend' first" he turns to the native and says " well sir all the paper work is ready and in my office, i just need you to make a few signatures first. the office is over there in that dark alley." (deception test)

(ooc: sorry for the long absence Dave, things have been pretty hectic here for the last week. )

The native looks up at you, realising he is being conned. His eyes open wide and he flees for his life. You will never find him again.

Uriah, Var and Isaac have left the group to head out to do things on their own. You will be able to find out what they did at the end of the day if you all make it back.

Your days over, exausted you all return to the hab. Looking at the others, you see each of them looks slightly different from how they looked leaving the hab this morning.

Isaac is lying on one of the recliners, a scattering of white packing paper around him and a collection of bloodstains on his robes.

Var is counting up bullets into a magazine, but his condition looks similar to Isaac's - the clothing around his leg covered in blood.

Solomon is absent mindedly scratching obscene phrases into the synth-wood of a table with a short, bloodstained dagger. His clothes are in a worse state than anyone else's, as they are covered in blood. None of it seems to be his own, and he is proudly sporting a long sword at his waist. He is talking to a complete stranger as if they were long lost friends.

Both Zek and Felix are covered in what appears to be fur, and Zek is unknowingly carrying a severed rats tail in his belt. They are counting a small pile of thrones however, so it seems their day was not completely wasted.

Chazzic is standing on a practice mat at the side of the communal room, silently going through unusuall sword routines with a curious curved sword.

Uriah is kneeling at a prayer mat in the corner, silently offering up supplication to the Emperor. He is carrying a large pouch of coins at his waist and his fingers are covered in ink.

You have the rest of the night to discuss your days with each other. (GM note: Keep it in the thread for maximum RP power!)

Finishing his current move, Chazzick re-sheathing his new sword looked to the group "I imagine everyone had an eventful day. Anything interesting to share perhaps?" Chazzick said as he took a seat, cross-legged on his practice mat.

"I managed to stop a few bullets of some uppity ganger. Then I made him explode." Isaac intoned not moving at all.

"That's nothing to be proud of, Issac" Uriah said, not moving from his prayer mat.

"I was just stating the facts" Isaac said still not moving.

"Let's not be too simple about it, Isaac." Var chimes in.

"We took what seemed to be a very simple courier job. While making a delivery in the Omega sector of the hive, we were set apon by a back of thieves, bent on common burglary. I shot one, Isaac shot too of them, and scored a nice pistol. I scored a little sleepy time drugs, which paid for my new clothes."

Var proudly displays his new heavy leater coat, pants, shirt, and shoes. "I look like a read security man now, not such gutter trash as before. And I picked up a little extra ammo, which made for a productive day."

Var seems very pleased with himself. "Now the courier job was a total scam, so if you see a one eyed man named Haartock, hold onto him until I arive." Var draws his knife to make a gesture. "I'm going to collect a 100 thrones from him, one way or another."

Isaac swiftly pulls the Sanguine Revolver from the recesses of his coat and spins the chambers listening to the clicks. He then puts it back in the coat.

"I wenta see me ol' mate 'ere," he says as he points to the guest "aneh turns out dat he was da target of some juve gang raid erleeya. Sohz bein da kind 'earted souls dat oi yam, I dun went an' got the scallywag. You boyz wouldna believe the level o' pateticness dem new "gangas" is. I downed a good bunchuvum wit just me ol' spade! Dumb as a box a rocks they all wuz, an' thur leader passed me a delishus bit o' 'ardware and sum coins fer tha trouble." he said, patting his new mono longsword, "I gots a note off dat soree excuse fer a man too. Oi ain't reddit on account of me still being a bit juicy ther."

Solomon gets up and washes himself off and starts to clean the blood off his armor. All the while starting a conversation with his old time friend. "So Jek me ol' mate, 'ow didcha get mixed up with tha loiks of dem worfless scum anyways?"

"I... I don't... I can't remember my friend, I'm sorry. I've thought about it myself, but I still can't work out why..." his voice trails off as he runs his hand through his iron grey hair, pulling out large tufts of it.

"Dat's ol'right chum, jes getcher self some rest and get you head back ta normal." Sol lights a smoke and pulls out the note reading it.

"Can you read it to us? I'm not the strongest reader of nice notes." Var says.