Capitulus Sextus: Rejoice for you are True

[Trogdor]

"I'll help you get ready," Jericus replies keeping a straight face. He raises an eyebrow ever so slightly to Solaria, a sign that she will certainly get, as may those who have been with the scribe for a long time. No doubt Sand knows the situation, and is a good enough judge of human expression to figure things out as well.

"As for cover stories," he shrugs. "We're supposed to be nobles. Money and influence can explain away a great many oddities. I'm not certain how rich we're supposed to be. But its not inconceivable that a noble might have a psyker healer and a psyker bodyguard. Notable, perhaps. But not out of the realm of possibility."

[TetNak]

Sword seems to like the idea, nodding as Jericus spins his story. "I like that," he admits aloud, looking at the other psyker. He says nothing further, happy to go with the adept's idea for the time being.

[Grimbold]

"And I will be your brother, Jericus. Returned to support you after Adeptus Mechanikus Training." First time to use a cover story that is actually true, he thinks. Truth is the path to Righteousness, Magos Kongen always said.

[Vardaen]

Sand leans back, "I've seen your credit accounts you have good amount of gelt to spend to cover this up. The papers I have prepared for you should do the trick to get you set up as the Strope's cousins from distant planets." The Inquisitor stands up, "I will call on you again in an hours time, once I speak to the Captain of this vessel. Solaria, be here in one hour, not a minute later." He knows what he knows about the pair of Jericus and Soliara and is being generous with his time in the matter.

He turns and leaves, a few servo skulls fly off after him.

[Trogdor]

Jericus lets himself be dragged away by Solaria, the barest hint of a smile on his face. "Damien, Haxtes, make what plans you can while I'm ... indisposed. We'll be back in fifty-nine minutes and forty-five seconds."

[Grimbold]

Haxtes looks as his brother exits with Solaria. He seems calm, emotionless. His training has long eliminated any feelings of jealousy, nervousness, or even feeling happy for his brother. His emotions had all been replaced by calm, cold logic.

He turns to the others: "So, what do we need, clothes? Equipment?" his voice raspy through little use.

[Vardaen]

Rego stands up, "Inquisitor Sand, a moment?"

Sand pauses, and motions at the Cleric, "Walk with me Father, if you wish to speak I have some place to be."

Rego nods and joins the Inquisitor.

That leaves Haxtes, Damien and The Sword now in the chamber. Haxtes brings up gear and supplies, and you can easily find what you need in the quartermaster stores of the ship. You of course have to buy them but that's hardly an issue with the credits you have. Sand has had all your money moved into shielded accounts that, if looked at by snoopers will look on the up and up as cousins of the Stropes.

OOC

I'm NOT RPing the sex with Jericus and Solaria

You can buy anything you like from the RT. Just do so. We don't need to delay long.

Toss in a post for the last hour and we'll get to it.

I'm sure everyone read the Vaca stuff, unfortunately, this means Rego and Solraia both are leaving the game now. Perhaps we'll have room for someone else now.

[ManWithDoor]

Damien just shrugs and goes about his business on the ship. He packs up the last of his belongings, not much given his minimalistic living. After his weapons and armor, he just has a few tools and trinkets from their adventures, little momentoes and the like. He lets Solaria and Jericus have their privacy, and waits for the departure.

OOC

I'm good on equipment.

[Grimbold]

Haxtes has his things packed already, so he logs into the ship's databanks and / or librarium to get all the information he can on the Stropes.

[TetNak]

Sword nods to the Biomancer, then gives the Tech-Priest a long look. He is likely attempting to measure his newly assigned group. He says nothing, though, wandering off until the time to meet up again comes.

OOC

I'm good, unless I can get some grenades?