+++ Aleksey. Boris. Delta. Ghanima. Request cancelled. Over and out. +++

"I know my way around most ground vehicles. Requirement of Arbitrator training." Zethina said with a hard line of confidence in her ability, it had been one of her better fields of expertise alongside marksmanship and information gathering. Of course, all of this had gotten her crushed beneath the gears of the justice she had sought to uphold but she fought fiercely to not let such doubts invade her tone in the face of one of the Holy Ordo's agents. Her posture, as a result, was no less resolute and committed in the instant as she kept arms crossed over her chest and cast a glance towards the stairs down with an arch of brow.

She was frankly eager to be about the task if only to find some normality within the strange subtleties that she was now forced to exercise. There was no doubt wisdom in it but it felt contrary to everything that her training and upbringing had demanded of her. She was a weapon and a weapon acted openly against those who would disrupt the Emperor's peace.

"One problem with that Sparrow." He said as he walked over to his bag and pulled shells and las packs from it inserting them into the various areas in his webbing "There's five of us counting you." He said with a smile as he shoved the last shotgun shell into a pocket on his side "And you seem like someone that would prefer to not put himself in a situation where he can get shot." He added as he secured the lasgun to his back cradling the shotgun in his arms the breach open and empty "So I will go ahead and take a guess you meant the four of us that are crazy enough to go back to a crash site of a known ambush on inquisitorial forces." He said before chuckling and heading out of the room the pack on his back jingling with each step.

"Right-o Morry my mate. I'll stay here an' hold down the fort. Been here before you came and will be here when you return. If you are nice to me I might even cook you dinner. I am an amazing cook."
Sparrow grinned at the back of Morrison as the man walked out the door.

When the others started talking about requisitions she made her way to the bunk room and started to sort her meagre belongings on the soiled cot, breaking open the revolver chamber and taking out the rounds, placing them out on a gun cloth before disassembling the weapon to beginning to clean the parts before reapplying grease where needed and reassembling the weapon and reloading the lead into it and holstering the weapon and drawing her laspistol and repeating the process with that.

When she was done with the guns she left the room to the loft area overlooking the main floor and tried to work out where a good layout for the medicae business they were going to run as a cover for their investigation.

Jax nodded, handing over the keys. "Glad to hear it." Heading downstairs he climbed into the buggy, waiting for the others.

OK where are you guys going? If someone posts a decisive course of action I doubt the others will vigorously protest.

Zethina nodded as she took the keys and followed suit. Only pausing for an instant to leave behind her duffel bag of non-essential equipment whilst a shotgun and a las-carbine remained with her. Secreted away into a leather sheath in her long jacket whilst the other was slung over her shoulder on it's strap.

OOC: Assuming we're making our way to the scene of the crash.

Yep, crash. Can't really plan until we see how things look there and what we find.

Everyone gets into the buggy and roll out of the complex. The vehicle fits you four - not comfortable is an euphemism. You are huddled uncomfortably close to each other: The harsh sounds of the engine all but block out the ambient noise of the lower hives. The buggy is open and sometimes cargo sixes and cargo twelves get very close to you on the artery lines. You are not alone however: All manner of vehicles roam the roads, some in much worse condition than yours. In one case a similar buggy to yours takes you over and there are not four but eight lower hive gangers huddled on it - the feet of four almost touch the road.
Following Sparrow's written and spoken directions you arrive near the crash site about an hour later. You know it is the right place, rusted signs in disrepair show you to the landing pad.

What's the plan?

Morrison climbed out of the buggy and stretched "Not the worst ride Ive had but not the best." He said as he began to slowly load his shotgun as he spoke "I'd say the best plan would be those of us that specialize in close quarters go in first, so that would be me whoever else feels like they are better in short engagements." He said as he loaded the last shell into gun before slipping another into the open breach slamming it home for impact "Others act as overwatch till we can ensure the area is secure and bring them in."

"We all seem to be close types at the moment, might as well just stick together." Jax replied. "Feel free to take point however."
He tapped his helmet, which reluctantly beeped as his head swept back and forth. "Auspex up, I have..."
To be concluded

Morrigan sat in the back of the buggy keeping one hand on the holster of a gun and the other wrapped around a support column in the rickky thing. When they pulled up she immediately got out of the vehicle and looked around for potential enemies, the way they may come at them and cover for those avenues of attack.

Jaxom activates his auspex and reviews the results.
The streets are relatively empty, only vehicles move on the road and dozens (opposed to throngs) of people are nearby. The entrance of the landing pad is wide open but you do not see what's inside.

Zethina turned the key in the ignition, the engine sputtering to a halt with a frown from the Arbite as she pulled the key, pocked it and slipped out to stand at something like attention near Jaxom. A hand kept near the shotgun in it's holster incase of trouble as she waited for the report of the Auspex. Her own eyes glancing over the people for any hint of their... association with the location.

Morrison was tense, like he always was before possible combat, not because he was afraid of his own death or injury but because of the work that combat usually called from him even after the gunfire and lasbolts had stopped "If we are going I say we do it soon, as our motley crew isn't all that inconspicuous." He said with a slight chuckle.

"Auspex up, I have many signals, but nothing that looks like an ambush. Guess we advance. Stay together, check for debris or witnesses, if anybody in there has untreated wounds, try to sell them Medicae. Lets go."

[Zethina, Morrison, Morrigan, Jaxom]

Formation, tactics, and movement please. The entrance is wide open and around 20m from your current position and littered with items (ie. intact and burnt out vehicles, trash containers, etc.) you can use for cover should you want to approach that way. There are people on the streets but none seem hostile at the moment.


[Txaran]

The man in black fled across the not at all empty iron desert of Gunmetal City or GMC to those familiar with the place, and the Txaran followed.
You have been on this case for days now inserted via drop shuttle. You were recently initiated by the esteemed inquisitor Sigismund Otto Maria Josef Gottfried Henrich Erik Leopold Ferdinand von Nassau-Jungfreud. Or so you think he is esteemed, you have no way to know. All you have is a cognomen you can use in emergency to reveal your connection to the Holy Inquisition and a data slate detailing the "Bullets" stack of GMC. The hive stack is near a major artery line. All you have on your target is that he is "a man in black" and a long standing enemy of Leopold.
You have memorized a vox number you can call from a public vox station every 12 hours to get a piece of information from a creepy servitor you started to call the Voice. You started to think the Inquisitor is joking with you because the Voice was guiding you to a to get 'evidence' from a public toilet in a nighclub, a vox station, a trashbin and the cleaning storage of a Scolam Progenium recently. In these places the most interesting things you've found are: A piece of leather from a clothing, a bullet shell from a handgun, an lho stick (used) and a can of food for a canine. Last time you were told you should go to an empty landing pad and reassess the situation.
Although you are used to some inconveniences, the last couple of days were unomfortable to the least: You were forced by the Voice to sleep in cheap coffin hotels and you were give tow voucher codes for a private cab hire should you need it.
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Diamond formation. Morrison has point, Jax left, Morrigan right, Zeth rear. We are moving openly, if obviously wary.

Txaran's eyes narrowed as he saw the form flee.  Not for the first time did he wish that he'd been provided with magnoculars to connect to the dataslate and record things like a Pict-capture.  He hadn't been told he could exterminate the man in black so he didn't try and draw his weapon as that would just draw even more attention...not that in this part of the hive a small fight would garner much attention.  Vast numbers of hivers and gangers died daily without any qualms of those in charge.  Sadly he still wasn't used to the terrain here so he didn't stop to watch for long at all as he took off after him knowing he was moving pretty slow.

Morrigan move with the others, covering the right flank, staying slightly further away so her aura didn't distract from the others, keeping her pistol low but in hand she keeps an eye around the area hoping the doesn't have to use the gun.

"You want an actual gun?" Morrison asked over his shoulder to Morrigan motioning to the Lasgun still strapped to his back "Wouldn't doubt your pistol has stopping power but range never hurts." He said smiling as he clearly noted the irony of his statement as he held the shotgun in his hands moving at the point with a practice step that made it clear this wasn't the first time the medic had acted as point man. As he stepped his hand moved from the trigger and stock of the gun his hand on the choke keeping it pressed into his shoulder as he reached to his thigh and unclasped the holder for his axe "Just in case loud isn't the preferred method."

[Zethina, Morrison, Morrigan, Jaxom]

The group warily moved accross the street to the entrance of the landing pad. The upward draft in the landing pad has hidden it so far but now they smelled the smoke of burned prometheum. They could see a crashed, partly burnt out VTOL on the landing pad and around a dozen of hivers busy dismantling it to two cargo8's. Some had stubs, especially the three with stub autos that were overseeing the work. At the edge of the landing pad the group could see three bodies on the ground partly covered by a yellow plastic sheet.

[Txaran]

You lounge near your coffin hotel. Your latest information was to go to a disused landing pad and reassess the situation. You are around 20 minute walk or a five minute taxi ride from it. What do you do?

"Salvagers. Or scavengers. Hmm... hold here please, cover me." Jax walked forward, directly to the nearest worker. "Hey there. Who is in charge here?" he asked politely.

What is the range from the cover-line to the work-party please.

Txaran pulled himself from the coffin...anytime he wasn't actively gathering information at the Voice's orders or scouting the area to know where he could go to ground when in trouble he was resting in the coffin to conserve energy and his sanity.  Pulling his pack, utility blade and lasgun wrapped up in a simple grox-hide soft-shell case he looked around to see if the usual suspects were around.  Faces, names, ident numbers, gang names...whatever someone called themselves or others did he added to his knowledge base an reports.  After a few moments he belted on the blade and slung everything else he owned over his shoulder before heading out to the disused landing pad.