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Silhar:
With a shrug, Inertia plugged herself into the console with a jack straying from her head, muttering something under her breath. For a few seconds she seemed completely absent.
Then, the engines started and the console glowed with a hundred or so colorful diodes.
"Flight control ? Owl One demands a permission to start.", she said, unhanging the microphone from the cockpit's ceiling.
"Checking clearances... Done. Permission granted. May Omnissiah lead your paths.", the radio cracked in response.
Engines roared and the whole vehicle trembled as it slowly went through the gate. Then, a highly unpleasant moment of taking off...
After three minutes, you already were in the deep space. Noise of roaring engines stopped being so intrusive.
"Autopilot is online.", uttered the console. Inertia turned to you.
"What do you wish to know, Arbitrator ?", she asked.
Aramilllion:
Ramirez sat closer to Inertia for the talk to be more comfortable, and asked his questions:
"There are a few matters I need to know. Should we expect a warm welcoming down there, or should we not? What shall be the fastest way to communicate with the Magos Interrogator and send him some reports? Are there any individuals we can thrust on the surface? Are there going to be any troubles with finding a hideout? And what can you tell me about the colony itself?"
Silhar:
"Well, well, well... Warmth of the welcome will probably depend on if you clearly explain who you are - or not. I am afraid that workers down there are pretty much afraid of Inquisitorial agents. No wonder, in my humble opinion... I would be rather prudent on introducing yourself as Magos' servant.", she responded cautiously.
"For purposes of communication you could use the transmitter here on my ship. I know the connection quality may not be the best, yet... Possibly well enough ?
On finding cover and trusted individuals... Well, Mole's Hole is a canteen popular with the workers and its owner, Marcus Lane, seems to be reliable enough. I would try asking there. And trusting anyone in the camp... You know, people go mad at each other recently so I'd be cautious about that.", the pilot finished with a sigh. "You just can not predict how someone'll act in a quarter or two. Stress fucks good with one's mind."
"Anything else ?"
Aramilllion:
Ramirez seemed concerned, he knitted his eyebrows and was silent for a while, meditating on something. After a while he continued:
"It shall be difficult to avoid getting the Xenos killed, without explaining who we are in general. Especially since they have been facing some troubles with Orks. Troublesome indeed." - sighed the Arbitrator - "I was told that you used to work on the surface. In your opinion shall the inhabitants be as eager as usual to shot Xenos on sight? And this Marcus Lane... could he become an informer of a kind apart from granting us a place to stay? Oh, and was there any other investigation maintained before? I'm curious who could support us with some more detailed information about those weird incidents. Apart from that, from your statement I infer that you are going to stay on the planet surface for some time, are you not?"
Gargulec:
Softly and quietly Sulyen entered the cockpit. She seemed oblivious of discussion.
'I apologize to interrupt you, Master' she said slowly, surprisingly, in low gothic that was understandable, even if mangled and oddly accented. 'But please, tell me what services will be required of me?'
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