Fellowship of the Dice

The Arbite smiles slightly, shifting the tatoos on her face, her grey eyes alight with adventure. "Then we will endevour to see to it that you'll have no need of that, pig sticker." As sge finishes, she looks slightly past the Psyker, to the new arrival. "Oh, she's nice!", nodding her head in the direction of the Imperial Born.

Xanthia just barely makes it to the lift it seems, though not that far behind Mir apparently.

She breathes a sigh of relief as the Pass is announced and she is allowed access.

Pushing her way through the door, she glances around with her purple eyes, noting several others that she recognizes. The woman that entered is very pretty by most standards. She wears very tight leather clothes to show of her physical... "assets", though some of the look is spoiled by a heavy flak jacket. Her shoulder length blonde hair is dyed black at the very ends. She still wears the sword and pistol combo that was so effective for her in the mines.

She catches the Psyker's comment and a sneer crosses her face. "That's right and you aren't getting any of it!"

The moment Xanthia steps on the lift the doors close behind her and there is a loud *clank* as the magnetic lock seals the doors closed. A blast of pneumatic air gushes out of the bottom of the lift and the whole elevator starts moving downwards. The lights flicker and flash, and the entire contracption starts to rattle and shake. It sounds like the old machine spirit in the elevator is about to give up as the wight of everyone strains its gears and mechanisms. For many long minutes the elevator goes down, clanking and shaking the whole way. The light flicker and dim, return to normal and fizzle at times until the thing beins to slow. Breaks scream and squeel as they strain and the entire thing creaks to a halt. The doors open with a blast of compressed air, the mag lock on it unsealed...