Quickly and efficiently, the party sets to work. Zena manages to squeeze herself into a space in the rubble, deftly concealing herself - only the tip of her optical mechadendrite showing. Goran moves through the desolate and deserted buildings, clambering up a ruined stairway until he reaches a crumbling arched-balcony a couple stories up, giving him a good vantage point of the surrounding market area.

  You notice the lights begin the dim, and the streets swiftly empty. Within an hour the streets are black and deathly silent. The only visible light coming from the odd makeshift garbage fires - of which you noticed a number of the dregs lighting upon heading back indoors, a sort of makeshift street lighting system, as well as some dim lighting coming from the Templum to the east. Despite this, visibility is poor. Due to the silence of the city you are able to make out the distinct sound of the air recyclers, their low humming and spurting continuously in the background.

  For the first few hours, your party notices little - though you hear the occasional scuttering noises of movement fairly often, you either cannot detect the source of the noise, or it is simply one of the dregs moving quickly through the street-ways. No one pays any attention to Lucien, other than the odd look one the passing dregs gives him before quickly shuffling away.

  {{Around 10:30PM Local Time}}

  Eventually, Zena detects movement in amongst the marketplace. Two humanoid figures are coming towards Lucien, their movement strange and hunched slightly, almost predatory. The figures have gone unnoticed by the the other two party members and are now almost upon Lucien - a mere 25 metres out and slowly closing. Due to the darkness and general clutter of the market area, Zena cannot make out any distinguishing features of the individuals.
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"Contact inbound - twenty out" I hear Zena whisper through my bead.

I pull out my lho and start walking towards the closest fire, I knew Goran would be tracking me and any extra light would give him a better shot. I close my eyes trying to hear footsteps, never seems darker than Galloix.
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  Lucien begins to move as fast as he can without running towards the nearest light-source, a make shift fire some 15 metres away. As he hurries through the shrouded and decrepit marketplace he closes his eyes to focus on the shuffling sounds coming from his pursuers - the darkness makes his vision useless anyway. As he moves Goran attempts to track him from his high position, though again the blackness makes it difficult as all he can make out is shadowy shapes in the dark. Goran steadies himself, breathes in and prepares to fire - his focus entirely on the moving masses below him, if a shot presents itself, he'll be ready to take it.

  From her concealed position, Zena observes Lucien moving away from her. As he does so, the shadowy figures twist and turn, following his path of movement. Their pace quickens, unnaturally so. A moment later the first of the figures is almost upon him. Zena tries to spit out a warning, but the speed of the assailants catches her off-guard. At the last moment the figure leaps through the air towards Lucien. He barely manages to throw himself to the ground a split second before the creature lunges through the space his body occupied but a moment ago, a sweeping blow from the figure's hand barely missing his head.

  The creature manages to correct itself, and lands deftly in-front of Lucien - though from the speed of the event he doesn't get a good look at the figure. Goran catches a quick glimpse of the creature as it remains in the dim light for a brief moment - a humanoid figure dressed in loose fitting and tattered rags, he can't make out much more detail from this distance - but he doesn't need to. His gaze fixed on the figure, he breathes out. His finger gently squeezing the trigger.
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{{CONDENSED COMBAT POST}}

  The creature's head evaporates into a red hazy mist. Goran looks up from his scope and grins. "Like old times." he mutters to himself. He quickly re-aligns his position and scans the market below, his visibility poor but able to make out the area in the immediate vicinity of Lucien. A moment later another of the robed figures leaps from the black towards his back. Goran fires another quick shot from his perch, catching the assailant mid-air - knocking it off course.

  "Contacts moving in - do I have to shoot all these keks myself?" Goran spits into his micro-bead.

  In response, Zena, the only party member able to see in the dark thanks to to the aid of her optical mechadendrite, opens fire on yet another of the creatures running towards Lucien. Her shot finds it mark, though barely, as the creature's twisted scuttling movement along the ground makes it difficult to hit. The shot clips the creatures leg and causes it to stumble slightly. Though it carries on towards Lucien, paying little mind to Zena in her concealed position.

  Lucien manages to keep his nerve despite the ensuing chaos around him - hell, hes been in worse situations. He throws himself towards the foe that just missed him in a sideways roll, deftly bringing up his chain-sword as he does so. The blade makes a harsh crunching noise as it scores a deep blow across the prone creature's torso - blood gushes over Lucien and the surrounding area. He chances a quick glance up to see if he can locate any more of the assailants.

  Just as he does so another crashes into him from behind, Goran's shot just narrowingly missing as it lunges from the darkness of the marketplace. Connecting hard and knocking him to the ground, the creature punches him in the back. As the hit collides he feels a sharp stinging sensation, as if stabbed with a number of needles. His blood feels like it's boiling and he falls to the floor. The one he sliced with his blade claws at him, attempting to inject him with the strange needle device Lucien can see grafted into its fists - however he manages to desperately keep it at bay as the two grapple on the floor.

  Zena scrambles out of her concealed position and lets loose a shot at the creature behind Lucien even as it rights itself to take another swing. Her shot connects with its shoulder, offsetting it somewhat - a moment later another searing round from Goran's las-lock sears the creatures skull, the right half of its head smolders and melts as it falls to the ground. However the foe still grappling with Lucien manages to find an opening - his reactions slowed from the unknown substance spreading through his body. The creature knocks his weapon aside and manages to slam its fist into the side of Lucien's neck - his world goes black.

  Goran hears a shuffling sound from just behind him. Unable to see anything in his immediate vicinity due to the piercing dark, he dived sideways on instinct. It saved him, not a moment later another of the creatures slammed into the side of the balcony where he had just been. Knowing the odds weren't in his favour he did the only thing he could think of. He tossed his las-lock over the side of the balcony and jumped over the side, throwing his grapnel hook into the rubble as he did so. The hook failed to connect to anything solid and fell the two stories to the street below, hard. He gets up and prepares to defend himself. Though he is virtually blind, he feels his trusty las-lock with his foot nearby.

  Zena lets loose shot after shot at the creature near Lucien as it grabs him with one arm and begins to skulk off deeper into the market. Unable to score a hit, she ignites the light on her mechadendrite to illuminate the area. She fires another shot at the creature just before she loses sight of it. The Emperor guides her bullet and it sits the squat creature in the back, felling it. As she turns to survey the scene she notices the creature on the balcony scuttle down and run towards the corpses of the two others near the fire. She quickly alerts Goran over the micro-bead.

  "One contact remaining - think they're pulling out. The boss is secure." She states very matter of factly.

  Goran picks up his sniper and takes a knee, his visibility of the area much better now. He takes aim at the foe who had forced him off the balcony and lets off another shot, scoring a glancing blow as it crashes into the makeshift fire near the corpses. The barrel crashes over, its contents spilling out onto the nearby stalls and the fallen bodies.

  "Kek" He murmurs.

  He takes aim again as the final assailant flees into the market. Following it in his scope as it goes, he waits for his opening and fires. The shot burns a hole clean through the creature's chest, cauterizing the wound as it exits. The creature falls into one of the now empty market stalls, knocking it over with a sharp crash. Zena runs towards the two corpses near the fire, though one is already burning by the time she gets there. She manages to pull the other away from the flames before they can take hold.
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  Goran rushes over to Lucien. He quickly checks his neck for a pulse, then hauls him over his shoulder. "We need to get off the streets fast. There may be more of these bastards, n' either way that fires gonna attract attention." He says as he turns to see Zena, still holding the corpse she'd dragged away from the flames. He could see her surveying the surroundings, panning her optical mechadendrite across the marketplace.

  "To the east, that chapel." She states dryly. "Not much, but its a defensible position we can lay low in while we check out the boss and examine this.... thing."
She re-positions the corpse and begins to drag it towards the templum with Goran falling in behind, as the fires burn in distance behind them. A few minutes of shifting through the darkness and they arrive at the entrance to the templum. The large, wooden door hangs slightly ajar, with faint flickering light coming from within. Goran and Zena lumber through, each carrying a body - and promptly close the door.

  Immediately Goran begins to scan the room even as Zena drops to one knee to examine Lucien. The chapel is small and worn, its better year clearly behind in. Among the walls near the entrance you spot a large number of small carved stones, each with a name engraved upon them. There must be a few hundred, each stacked meticulously onto of the other in an affectionate matter. The rest of the room is largely occupied by pews, with a small alter at the opposite end. Candles adjourn the walls and cast a low-light across the room. Two doors lie in the wall behind the altar, on either side of t He he room. Near the centre of the room is an old bald man dressed in dark-brown robes, his face caked with stubble. He is unarmed. Staring at Goran and Zena, plus the two prone figures with them - his mouth hangs agape. He attempts to regain his composure but calls out in a meek voice.

  "Who are you? What do you want?" He splutters, barely able to hide his fear.

  Zena's quick examination of Lucien tells her what she had already suspected. He'd be injected with some of toxic agent - though as to which she was able to say. She finds the thin puncture wounds along his back, noticing their precision. The cuts are tiny, barely noticeable. "They will leave little in the way of scars if he survives atleast." - She thinks to herself.

{{Goran notices a slight shuffling of movement behind one of the pews near the man. Lucien still passed out.}}
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  "Sorry Father, but we needed to get out the dark." I gasp - ain't had a close call like that since Galloix got burnt.

  "We cou.." I stop suddenly. There - movement behind one of the pews. I notice Zena's mechadendrite turn to me as I falter, her eyes never leaving the kid. I signal her to hold and draw my Las on the robed man with a speed that can come only from a life time of practice.

  "Stay where you are!" I yell as I take aim at the pew. "You behind the bench, show yourself or Emperor help me I'll unload the kekking clip. I'm not taking any chances after what we've been through."
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  The robed man recoils and brings his hands up to shield himself as you draw your weapon, cowering against the edges of the pew. A moment later another voice cries out.

  "Wait, wait, don't shoot!" A younger man peeks his head over the top of the pew to look at you. "I don't want any trouble! Just a man tryin' ta show his faith." The man explains.

  He raises up to a standing position and you can get a good look at him. The man is young, early twenties you'd guess. He has short-cut brown hair and wears a weary and tired expression upon his face. His clothes, that of the local hab-workers, are covered in dirt and grime. You can see he has a small pistol clipped to his belt, though he makes no attempt to draw it.
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I lower my aim slowly. "Sorry." I mumble. I crouch beside Zena and get my first look at Lucien in the light. "He looks.... fine?" I ask puzzled.

"Multiple punctures in the lower back, approximately one point two milometers in diameter." Zena states in a soft voice, almost as if reading a book. "Won't be able to tell what it is exactly that they injected him with until I can do some proper tests."

Zena raises her head for the first time since entering the temple and takes a look at her surroundings, before directing her attention to the robed man. "Do you have somewhere I can examine him?" She asks, either ignoring the fearful tension in the room or completely oblivious to it.

"Aight lets get 'em further in." I order as I sling my las over my shoulder. "Then you two are gonna tell me anything you know about these abominations." I yell as I kick the corpse beside me.
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  Goran moves quickly down the rows of pews towards the doors in the back. He passes the two men without much notice, though he does throw them the occasional glance to ensure neither try anything stupid. Upon reaching the first door, Goran swings it open and peers round the inside - a small storage closet, filled to the brim with all sorts of foodstuffs and containers greet him. The robed man protests at the invasion of his privacy, but a fierce look from Goran promptly shuts down his complaints. The other door opens up into a small hab-like bedroom/living area - presumably the robed man's living space. The room stinks of cheap alcohol.

  Wasting no time, Goran returns to help Zena carry Lucien into the small room, placing him on the unmade bed. He leaves them both there to retrieve the corpse and place in the room beside Zena. He gives it a once-over, this being the first proper look at the thing he's had. The corpse is that of a human male, though there is a wrongness to its anatomy, its joints twisting in odd places. The figure is covered in ripped and bloody rags, though he can observe  the strange augmetic-like eyes the creature has - giving it the appearance of wearing a heavy set pair of goggles. He also notices the metallic grafts on the creatures forearms and fists, strange needle-like devices poking out over its knuckles. The devices appear to be grafting onto the man's hands, rather than being something it would be able to remove.

  Zena begins to work on Lucien, her mechadendrite aiding her in the sampling of blood and testing for toxins. She glances at Goran when he returns to bring the corpse, using the optical mechadendrite to motion where he could leave it - her hands never stopping their work.

  "How is he?" She hears Goran ask.

  "Stable - for now." She replies. "They injected him with some sort of paralysis poison it seems. Preliminary samples match no known substance I have on record, though I believe its purpose is to subdue, not terminate its victim. I'm going to attempt to inject some adrenaline to counteract the effects, assuming the toxin doesn't react poorly to its introduction during the tests." She explains.

  "Right, 'course." Mutters Goran, understanding little of her words other than it seemed like the kid was going to be alright. "I'm gonna check on our friends, maybe get some answers. Lemme know if there's any change." He goes back into the main room, closing the door behind him. The robed man is sitting on the pew nearest the door, muttering to himself with his eyes closed - though he takes the occasional swig from a flask in his right hand. The other man has retreated to the other end of the room, near the door to the storage supplies. He glances nervously around upon Goran's return.
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"Right." I mutter as my tired body falls into a pew near the two men. I grab my lho sticks and lighter from my webbing. I offer one to each of them.

"So..." I say as I light my smoke. "As I'm sure you noticed, me and my associates are in the shit here. I'm a man down, fighting..." I pause and take a deep puff of my lho "I don't even know what we're fighting. But I know it ain't right."

I begin unclasping my gear and laying it beside me "We got a few hours holed up in here. Ill need a vox but throne knows I'm not going out there while its still dark."

I drop  my lho and stub it with my foot. "I refuse to believe no one knows whats going on here, so who wants to start first?"
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  The robed man accepts the offered lho guardedly, allows you to light it and promptly takes a long, deep drag. He exhales slowly and composes himself. He takes another swig from his flask and shudders slightly before explaining:

  "Coscarla isn't safe during the night-cycle, friend." The mans voice is soft, and he manages to mostly hide the obvious discomfort the situation is causing him. "Like most of the hive districts around here, once the work dried up the populace lost faith. Crime and disunity began to spread, as it always does in these circumstances. Now folk talk of people vanishing and beasts in the night - hogwash if you ask me." He takes another gulp on his flask, wipes his mouth and offers it to you before continuing.

  "The local gangs run the streets now, and many have fallen on hard times. Few come even here to worship these days, Evard there one of the few faithful I still see regularly." He gestures to the younger man on the opposite pew. The young man is still sitting there quietly, listening intently to the conversation. The priest continues - "The others? Most likely fled the district in hopes of better prospects - there's still a few of the mining corps running in other districts - or fallen in with the gangers. Though I seldom leave the templum these days, especially not after dark, even I can see the dire times that have fallen on Coscarla. However, you probably know more about the dangers of the night-cycle than me I'd reckon, judging from the state you and your lot seem to be in." He smiles weakly at you as he stubs out the end of his lho against the pew.

{{The flask contains very potent but very cheaply made moonshine style alcohol if Goran accepts the offer. Other man is still on other side of room just sitting quietly.}}

I shake my head at the offer for a drink and nod at my long las resting on the floor, "I may need my aim steady fore the nights out." I say as I turn my gaze over to Evard. Boy cant be much older the Lucien.

"Whats your story son? You lose track of time in prayer, or come here for the Emperors protection maybe?" I chuckle. "Throne knows he likes to test us."
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  Evard turns to look at you, studying you intently. "I come here during the night cycles to stay safe, its not safe out there in the dark, trust me I know. I stay here with Father Fayban during the night hours, have done for the past couple weeks."

  He walks towards the end of the opposite pew, nearer you and Fayban as he talks. Upon reaching the end of the pew he promptly sits down, accepting the offer of the flask from Fayban and taking a deep gulp.
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"You know ey? Guessing you've lost someone to those monsters." I sigh. I call Zena on  my micro bead tapping the ear piece lightly as I hear static. "I'm gonna try get some rest, wake me if there's any progress with the kid yeah?".

After a brief pause I hear her voice crackle in my ear: "Noted."

Not much of a talker even by my standards. I lie down across a pew, place my lho sticks on the floor. "Help yourselves, I'm assuming were safe in here for the night cycle farther?"
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  "Quite safe. Few come in the daytime, never-mind the night." Prattles Fayban between swigs of his flask.

  "Its not safe." Snorts Evard dryly. "People are going missing every day. What about Lars? Or Saul? They wouldn't have joined the gangers, and neither of 'em'd just abandon their families here even if they had found better prospects up-hive." Evard shakes his head, takes a lho stick from Goran's pack and moves back over the other end of the pew, slouching and smoking.
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I open one eye at the mention of Saul. "And there's our winner. The man who started it all, least for us" I Lean up slightly. "Suppose I should tell you we found Sauls body, I'll spare you the details but it weren't pretty. Is there anything that links these disappearances, victims have anything in common that you can think of?"

{{i swear i said last time i was basically just waiting for lucien to get up an and zena to do her autopsy tings}

  "So he's dead then?" Evard sighs, takes the flask from Fayban and drinks deep. "He was my friend Saul, a good man an' the best drinking partner you could ask for round these parts. He vanished same as the rest, out at night. We were drinking at the Union 'til late, like usual. Left in the early hours of the morn, just before the lights started up. I went home, he said he was going to grab some grub from the almshouse. Last I heard of him. Must've been snatched in the darkness like the others." He takes another deep swig and hangs his head, hunched forwards over the pew.


  In the other room, confident that Lucien is stable and beyond her immediate help, Zena gets to work on the corpse the band recovered from the market. She cuts through all the ragged clothing and strips the creature bare. The creature appear to be a man, though the body has clearly been subjected to a number of hap-hazard surgeries. Its flesh is covered in scars and is roughly stitched together in places. A number of cybernetic implants are also grafted onto the man, though it is clear little attention was paid to the comfort of the creature during their implementation - the grafts are rough and crudely fitted to the creature. The implants include a rough face mask that covers the entire visage of the man, dark red lens' covering the eyes, as well as the previously noticed needle gauntlets grafted into the mans fore-arms and hands. Four thin needles jut out over the man fists. The mans skin is bleach white, with a purplish tinge to it. As Zena examines the corpse she hears a guttural coughing sound from behind her.


  Lucien wakes with a start, gasping for breath. He finds it hard to move, and struggles to breathe - he begins shaking and coughing violently before managing to shift his head over the side of the bed, vomiting all over the floor.

I wipe my mouth on the back of my sleeve and try to steady my vision, memories of monsters in shadows flash through my still groggy mind. Once a little more composed I notice Zena staring at me, a blank expression on her face.

"G...Goran" I manage to shout, "Sitrep. Now, and something to drink"

I spend the next twenty minutes or so getting up to speed. "Ok. We need a Vox." I say as I stub my lho on the underside of my boot. "See if we can arrange a pickup for our subject. Probably the enforcer station will be our best bet."
I stop and look at the old man. "Locan. Warden Locan is meant to spend his nights here. Where is he?"

  "Locan? He sleeps off his drunken stupors here some nights its true. Haven't seen him here for a few days though, sleeps at the station most nights I hear." Fayban mutters. He stares at the three of you, still sitting on his pew. He hasn't moved much since Lucien woke. "Who are you people, sir? You've stolen my room and taken over my chapel. Your man's been watchful of Evard and I since arriving, but has been amicable enough and hasn't threatened us in any way. You don't strike me as a ganger, not like the ones round 'ere atleast. Yet I am utterly perplexed as to who you are and what you are doing here. You're guests in my home, I'd appreciate some answers as to what exactly is going on."

  He takes another deep swig from his flask and fixes you with a long hard stare. Evard watches intently from the adjacent pew.

"My name is Lucien Carus, that name used to mean something." letting out a heavy sigh as I remember how close we came. "But thats irrelevant now. Now. I like you serve the Emperor, though are methods different. For you own safety and sanity I cant say much more."

I stand up and stroll into the other room. I return after a minute dragging the mutant corpse along behind me by one leg.

I struggle slightly, haven't fully recovered I realize - though I try my best to hide the fact.

I release my grip about 10 feet from Fayban. "This is why we're here" I walk closer and kneel beside him. "Right now I need to speak to Warden Locan. I think he knows more about this but is afraid to speak out. You know him, maybe he'll come out if you ask him to."
I motion to body behind me. "And... I don't suppose youd, have a casket we can put that in for discrete  transport."

"I don't suppose either of you can I.D this man?" Zena chimes in. "Any distinguishing features? aside form all the back alley augments obviously". Her tone is slightly sharper than usual. I imagine its uncomfortable for her to see custom tech.


{{long time no post. feel like errything is self explanatory, someway to move body, and if priests gonna will help me get ahold of Warden
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  Both men come forward to examine the corpse, interested though clearly repulsed by the creature. They both look it up and down a few times before Evard speaks.

  "So... this is whats been snatching people?" he asks weakly, almost to himself.

  Fayban turns to you, an angry look on his face.

  "I can't tell you much about this... thing." he spits. "Other than it is an abomination. Those tech-grafts are unlike anything even the narco-gangs use. Look at it, a perversion of the human form. It's clearly heresy." He takes a deep swig of his flask, then drops it to the floor. He appears visibly shaken. "We should burn it, cleanse its filth with the sacred flames of the Emperor." he makes the sign of the aquila, though he struggles to keep his hands steady. Finally he looks back up at you. "I agree with you Lucien, Locan must be told of this - especially if there are more of these things. I have some storage boxes in the storeroom, its not a casket but there should be one large enough to suit your needs."

  "You must tell the enforcers, with proof like this they'll have to act. For too long they've ignored the disappearances, maybe now they'll believe us." Evard interrupts.
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  I hear Goran move behind me - he doesn't need to be told what to do. "Fayban, like I said; I need to talk to Locan. I'd appreciate it if you'd accompany me to the enforcer station. Goran you'll stay here and hold the fort." He grunts his acknowledgement and he heaves the corpse into the crate.

"Zena I need you to get a message to Sand, I'll try talk us into the enforcer station, if that doesn't work we'll have to improvise."

  I look over at Evard, "All that leaves is you, I'll be honest friend, your a bit of a problem, I can't make you, but I'd appreciate it if you stayed here with Goran. Id rather word not spread about last nights little incident."

{{{{Travel to enforcer station, Lucien, Zena, Fayban }}}}}}}

  Just before reaching the station I pull Fayban next to me. "Time to shine Father. I shouldn't have shown you that thing truth be told, but I needed you to understand what level of heresy is happening here. I need you to get me into that station to speak to Locan." I look over to emphasize  my point. "Every one knows you two spend time together so the guards are more likely to trust you. If hes not in find out where he is - tell them his family died or some kek if you have to."

  I can tell the mans nervous, he can barely contain his shaking. I gently place my hand on his shoulder. "Remember Father, men united in the purpose of the Emperor are blessed in his sight and shall live forever in his memory."
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  Fayban makes the sign of the aquila upon hearing the prayer, and you notice him steel himself for what hes about to do. Before he sets off, Zena hide her microbead on his clothing. with the talk-link stuck on send. The two of you watch from the debris near the rail-station, watching intently as Fayban shambles off towards the guards. The two guards stop Fayban just outside the station with a rough shout: "Halt citizen! What business do you bring to the enforcer station?"

  You can see Fayban clear enough from your hiding spot, his head bowed low as he answers: "No business good sirs, merely an inquiry. I am Father Fayban, of the Chapel of His Holy Divinity. Warden Locan hasn't been by my chapel all week and I'm beginning to worry sirs, surely you know how he gets when he hasn't had time to strengthen his conviction to the faith." His voice cracks over the static of the micro-bead.

  You hear a slight chuckle at this from one of the guards. "Aye, that we do." The man mutters. Even from this distance, you can see the guard weighing up a decision in his head. A few moments later you hear his voice crackle once more over the micro-bead: "Aye Father, Lorcan's over at the Union, least he was last night. I'd check there if I was you. Best see to him Father. Sort him out before he causes anymore problems."

"Emperor's blessing upon you sirs." You hear Fayban exclaim. "I shall do so at once, good day."

  You see Fayban hurry off towards the square, you wait a short while then set off in to the pre-appointed meeting place. Upon meeting back up with Fayban in the markets you notice he is sweating profusely. <i>"Ah, Master Lucien! That was quite an ordeal, my heart is pounding." He steadies himself before continuing: "Locan is over at the Tantalus Workers Union, the local bar. He's most likely sleeping off the nights drinking there as he so often does. I must say though, there was something very off about those guards, the way they watched me - like a predator watches prey - most unnerving.
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"Thank you Fayban, you've handled yourself well and done more than your duty to the Emperor. You can go back to the safety of your chapel, I promise me and my team will be out of your hair shorty. I flash a playful wink to Zena. "Fancy a drink, mamzel?"



  Zena doesn't say much on the walk over to the union, shes probably remembering what happened last time we were here. Normally I'd make up some lie about how everythings gonna be alright, but truthfully I don't expect us to make it off this planet alive. Not all of us anyway.

"Ready?" I ask just outside the door. She nods slightly, I light a lho and shove the doors open. "Guess who's still alive!" I announce as I walk to the bar. I can almost feel Zena cringe behind me. "Wheres Warden Locan? And don't try play me after the shit I've been through last night. Your gonna tell me what I wanna know. Now"
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  The bar is dimly lit and rather quiet at this early hour. Lucien's bold entrance causes a sudden rush of movement amongst the patrons - many of which appear to have been sleeping. The bar briefly erupts in shouts - and a couple of loud shots ring out from the corner of the room, followed by a deafening crack. A patron in the far corner had stirred and promptly pulled his pistol, firing wildly into the bar. Less than a second after his weapon raised a large burly man at the end of the bar brings up a scrappy-looking rifle and fires a shot clean through the mans head. The remaining patrons quickly settle down, seemingly un-phased. Many go to back back to sleep once apparent the action is over. The man behind the bar looks at you and sighs.

  "Not for long you keep entering places like that. Hes over there." He points to a figure lying prone across one of the benches. "You can take him, rather you than them enforcers come pick him up. He stares you dead in eye and holds your gaze. "You enter this place like that again and I'll shoot you me'self, no need for Yerik's handiwork. Take 'im and go. He spits at you. You notice the large man, Yerik, re-chamber and inspect his rifle.
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