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Dyana stands up, walks over to the main group and looks around for any familiar faces. She frowns a bit not being able to recognize much under all the disguises. Dyna had always had a difficult time putting a face to a name. However, she is relieved when someone looks in her general direction and asks her a question.

She steps a bit closer and answers, "I shot a Chaos Marine and saved an Inquisitor's life. I guess he was impressed".

[Wait] Flash [Wait] Flash [Wait] Flash ....

Julius smiled.
"I led the saviour of my planet from xenos and then led the entire planet for a half-month."
He grinned.

 the shrouded lord wrote:
Julius smiled.
"I led the saviour of my planet from xenos and then led the entire planet for a half-month."
He grinned.

Dyana smiles at man. "Well, good for you. I hope you received the proper commendation for your noble acts".

The grin didn't leave his face.
"oh sure yeah, ten years prison, another five 're-education' and then being inducted into an inquisitor's retinue.
Charmed.
Oh, the name"s julius"
He shoved a hand forward.

Cvask woke from his trance and glanced at the empty cabin. Something's wrong, he thought annoyingly.

He got up and leaning on his long staff he hurried after the small squadron he was assigned to. He mistook the tin buckets for his ride. He huffed, a rookie move. It didn't help that the Space Marine was giving him a cold stare of contempt and Xanthis had a lopsided grin planted upon his face.

They made their way down to the lower levels of the facility. It was hard work getting by the slowly increasing bustling crowd. He scanned everywhere he went, glancing intensely at every detail that his master had taught him to look for. Taint, it was everywhere here. Unfortunately, it was everywhere and on everything that had ever been created.

He scrutinised as men buzzed around the mechanical arms and ripped open the containers, running inside and lifting out the contents to be shipped. Others simply just sat on the boxes smoking lho-sticks and sipping stolen amasec. He glanced at the ex-Commissar, who looked agitated beyond compare. The lazy business of the shipping companies was getting to him. Cvask sighed, this was going to be hard.

[Wait] Flash [Wait] Flash [Wait] Flash ...

Dravis stalked at the rear of the group, surrounded by crowds of milling people, he didn't have enough charge in his plasma pistol to provide the emperors mercy to all who needed it here.
He was saving his shots, eyes watching for the telltale signs, genestealer cults were a terrifying prospect.
A glint to his left revealed a snapshot glance at some form of heavy firearm, a heavy stubber or similar.
Dravis tried to discreetly get the attention of the rest of the group

Cvask saw the discreet nod from Dravis, and his gaze fell upon a small crew of soldiers, all bowed in heavily creased navy uniforms with a red patterning of the PDF. Seven of them had the standard wiry stocked auto-guns, switched to semi-automatic. Two of them carried a sawn off Heavy Stubber, specifically designed for the heavy close quarters fighting. The sergeant in the lead held a curved sharpened purple longsword that was bloodied around the end..

Actually, Cvask had never seen a sword that peculiar. It looked like a massive purple claw or fang. He glanced back at the rest of the soldiers. It wasn't red patterning...

He passed Dravis and whispered. "Blood."

His suspicions confirmed by Cvask, Dravis turned and began making his way back through the milling crowds, to get behind the soldiers.
Loosening his power sword and flicking the prep switch on his plasma pistol his mind refocused. Gone were the worries, left only by a cool focus on the potential for trouble.

"now, scum, I'm in a pretty crappy mods today so I suggest you tell me where you got the knife."
Julius scowled at the man he currently held against the wall of a grimy wall.
He'd seen the man with a bright purple blade knife, shaped like a claw, walking through the crowd.
He'd pointed it out to Dyana and they cornered him.
"take the thing, would you?"
He said,looking over his shoulder at the Dyana.
The man tryed to struggle, and julius head-butted him, hard.
That shut the srumbag up.

[Wait] Flash [Wait] Flash [Wait] Flash ...

The man cried out and the soldiers whipped around in alarm. This wasn't going to be good.

Cvask leapt from the bottom crate to the side and steadying himself with his momentum, pushed off and slammed into the sneak attacker that nearly had his aim trained onto the seemingly oblivious Julius. He rolled back and twirled his staff around, slicing the mans throat in an instant. The man gurgled and fell, blood staining the metal floor.

He glanced to the rest of them, but lost sight through the screaming crowd as they rushed to get away from the brawl. He cursed as he glanced at an ugly looking cowled mutant sneaking up behind Dravis who was searching intently for his next victim.

He called out a warning before cursing as an auto round struck the metal floor boards. He growled and feinted left, before using his staff as a re-bound and smashing the attacker with his staff. The man's nose broke and Cvask twirled the staff around and impaled him simply.

Turning to Cvasks shout, Dravis was surprised as a deformed creature fell past him. With a smooth turn he slid his power sword from it's scabbard and sliced a gash through the mutants body, before firing up the swords power field and dragging it clear.
The thrum resulted in space opening around him as panicked 'citizens' ran for cover. Dravis stepped towards Cvask, drawing his plasma pistol before turning at a noise. The creature he'd thought dead was rising, the gash in it's side spilling out a gored mess.
Something really wasn't right here.
Hefting his power sword and advancing back on the creature Dravis knew the others would have to fend for themselves a moment longer

So much for a silent investigation.

Xanthis sighed before joining the hysteric crowd running away. Best not to get involved yet. Best not to be identified yet. Best not to stand out like all of them had. The Inquisition's main weapon was surprise, well, fear and surprise. No... more like fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency... and a fanatical devotion to the God Emperor...

Xanthis shook his head. Where had these thoughts come from? It was as if someone was inputting these thoughts letter by letter into his head. It troubled him.

Fear and Surprise. As long as some of the Inquisitor's retinue remained unknown, they could keep these elements on their side of the battle against whatever nemesis awaited them within...

So much for a silent investigation.

 the shrouded lord wrote:
"now, scum, I'm in a pretty crappy mods today so I suggest you tell me where you got the knife."
Julius scowled at the man he currently held against the wall of a grimy wall.
He'd seen the man with a bright purple blade knife, shaped like a claw, walking through the crowd.
He'd pointed it out to Dyana and they cornered him.
"take the thing, would you?"
He said,looking over his shoulder at the Dyana.
The man tryed to struggle, and julius head-butted him, hard.
That shut the srumbag up.

She frowns a bit but reaches down for it anyway. Dyana grabs a hold of the knife by it's grip, takes it off of the man's person and looks at it closely. "Interesting blade you have here, sir. I bet you paid quite a bit for it", she says.

the man spoke "i swer, i duno nutin' 'bout anythin' i took that knife from;-" his voice trild off
"SAY IT!"
julius shook the man and then kneed him.
"ok1 ok! i killed a ganger, this real stupid kid, mumblin' on about dark gods an' stufff. i killed 'im an' ook 'is knife for meself! honest,sire an miss!"
Julius le the man drop, and knocked him out with a quick hit to the side of his hed.
he looked at dyana.
"what do you reckon? we mingle back into the crowds and listen around for any talk of 'dark gods'?"

"No time, we have to move!" Cvask yelled after hearing Julius. He glanced back and beheld more gangers throwing themselves into cover as they took a hasty aim at the Inquisitors.
Very bad idea.

Cvask leapt at the last second and felt the auto-rounds rip up the floor hungrily at his feet. He bounded onto a crate, using the momentum to leap onto the side of the metal container. With a few guided steps, he swung around and up onto the container.

"We have to go!"

Dravis had advanced upon the mutant, immediately thrusting forward again with his now glowing power sword, the energised blade cut cleanly through the things bicep and out the other side.
Before Dravis could pull the blade around the creature spun towards him, seemingly ignoring the pain, and whipped it's other arm around his neck and pulled his face to it's mouth.
Rearing back from the foetid breath of the creature Dravis struggled to raise his plasma pistol, it's whine indicating it's readiness to fire, but at this close a range it had as much chance of killing him as the mutant.
The mutant was far stronger than Dravis, and it's breath almost overpowering in it's foul stench, Dravis could feel his lungs burning against the filth it was recieving. He felt his mind foggying, unable to focus on the creature, yet feeling his head dragged closer to it's jaws.

Cvask appeared out of the top of the container and his staff's blade slid right into the heart of the mutant that trapped Dravis. The mutant thrashed as Cvask flung the snapping animal away from his new comrade, giving Dravis enough room to breathe. He then leapt and smashed the knees out of the mutant and brought the staff down into the mutants head.

He leapt back into cover and waved over Dravis who looked a bit dazed. He was scanning for more threats, but could see none that was evident.

[Wait] Flash [Wait] Flash [Wait] Flash ...

Squad Omega seems to be struggling with the pod. Pathetic. My old squad would've been able to lift it quite easily. I am sat down on a metal bench watching them gasp and wheeze, in the centre of a commerce plaza, no less. I make a mental remark about the size of the damn station. We could've just bombed this place. Or gassed it. Anything better than just waiting.
The squad seems to have given up. The Eversor's pod now lies in the corner of the bustling station centre. The troopers, now having lost sight of me, are chatting about nondescript activities to attempt to fit in with the countless traders. Some troopers just slump against the wall, 'discreetly' looking for signs of xenos influence. Suddenly, one of them stiffens. A lead? I struggle to trace his gaze in the thick crowd. He fumbles into his longcoat for a firearm. One flash. One tiny flash of his pistol, and the game is up. A group of people stride past him for a second, and he is gone. Vanished.
I need to grab their attention. Cause a diversion. My dark eyes rests on the Eversor's cryo case.

Darkness.
Fog.
Uncertainty.
Release.
Dravis.
I am Hantal Dravis.
I am clear.
Lost in the dark.
Light.
The emperors light.
Yes, the emperors light, I am Hantal Dravis of the emperors commissariat,


Dravis shook off the fog that was clouding his mind, snapping back to the present he was shocked to see the mutant twitching gently a few feet away, his faith in the emperor clearly enough to have saved him,
No, Cvask was standing over him, his weapon slick with the same gore Dravis had released. Clearly this man had something to offer, certainly more than the space marine, who so far had contributed little to the team.

Raising his plasma pistol Dravis scanned the freshly cleared space "your helps appreciated Mr Cvask, though I think our cover may be blown."
Pulling his commissar cap from it's place beneath his cape Dravis straightened it upon his head, no point hiding anymore

"You don't say." Cvask waved him on. So far the Space Marine was nowhere to be found. Weren't they to know no fear?

"Come on, we have to lose ourselves in the crowd before more of the traitors turn up." He nodded and started running towards the edge of the crowd, parting them with a threatening wave of his staff.

"There should be a bar near here. We should hide there at least until they calm down. But the hunt is on, they have our scent."

"Smart plan, get our heads down and have a drink at the same time, if they serve anything better than slop of course,"
Dravis allowed Cvask to lead the way before looking one last time at the body of the mutant, only to see a puddle of ogre and a clearly missing body.

Clearly all was not as it seemed here

Cvask with Dravis following behind flipped their hoods up and pushed their way through the bustling crowd.

After a while of constant pushing and looking, they found what they were looking for. Within the tight winding alleys where the scum and the villainous of the world tried to find work, they found a run down shop. Implanted like a corrupted seed within the corrupted bosom of the under streets of the terminal, it was a twisted metal building that's only illumination was the constantly flickering dank sign that read 'Si Vis Morere'. He could tell it meant something he didn't like, but it was the first bar they had come along.

They pushed the broken door open.

I push through the shambling crowds to reach the Eversor's cryo-case. No one suspects a thing. I understand that if this goes wrong, I could be the next coat of paint this Eversor receives. Reaching the case, I punch in the activation code. A hiss of freezing air hisses out. But I am already gone, continuing to walk straight towards the Storm Trooper's captors. Lifting my wrist to my mouth, I give a brief warning to the other troopers nearby.
"Prepare for hell."
I cut the vox channel before they can reply. And all hell breaks loose.

As one, the comm-beads of the Inquisitorial acolytes bursted into life, the noise of gunfire blasting through them, before a moment of silence, until the Inquisitor spoke.

[i]"I do not know who did what yet, but you have caused quite a stir - the cult on board is panicking. They are exposed. The cultists are too widespread, rooted too deep in the station. Thus, I have ordered Phase 2 to come in action. As I speak, the Eversor is being released. Arliana, inform the ship that nothing is to leave the station without my permission, and that any ship doing so is to be treated as hostile."

Phase 2 was, by all means, the Operation's backup plan. Once ordered, all acolytes and henchmen were to shed off their disguises and to clearly reveal their Inquisitorial insignia - anyone without was to be killed, the entirety of the station to be purged of all heresy, with minimal damage to the station itself. Another gunshot could be heard on the vox-link, before it changed into static and became silent.

Arliana smiled.

'Of course, lord.'

Humming a silent tune to herself, she began rapidly pressing buttons on the two dataslates.

Everything was going exactly according to plan. Now it was the field team's turn.

Cvask gulped down his third beer, wiping the foam from his lips. He was already imbedded within the bar and he had the trust of the inebriated men who laughed bawdily as they drunk. He could tell Dravis did not like this one bit, but he kept silent.

And then his comm lit up. Phase 2 was in action. Damn.

Cvask grumbled. He almost had them.

"Well it has been fun. But Phase 2 is in commencement." He grumbled slightly before downing his beer. He got up and rolled his shoulders.

"What do you mean Phase 2 Rogue?" Slurred one of the drunk men. This was going to get messy fast.

"Listen up boys and girls of the bar!" Cvask always got loud and rowdy when he got tipsy, and this was no different.

"I am the Inquisition; run." he smiled as everyone stared at him. To go to the darkest bar in the darkest alley in the darkest part of the station, and say you're the Inquisition...

He flipped backwards and his staff came swinging out, slicing the neck of the nearest drunk with ease. He spun around again and ducked under a clumsy blow before smashing the teeth in of a woman with his pole. He spun around and stabbed the big woman straight in the thigh and the other end of the pole found itself buried in her neck. She toppled as he retrieved his staff and spun it around in a circle, giving him and Dravis some room to maneuver.

"You ready to fight?" Cvask asked, unlatching and drawing his bolt pistol.