The Omega Job

Rouge Trader and Weapons Smuggler, Captain Seth Hausier strode down the gangplank of his ship, onto the bustling main port of Omega III. The whole area was full of people, and Seth was met with a wall of noise. Ship-captains and Port-masters were bartering furiously over the prices of their cargo. Crewman meandered through the crowd, bellowing with laughter at each other's witty japes, or chasing after teasing wenches from the local bars. Through all this, Techpreists with their Servitor retinues moved like wraiths in a sea of fog. They supervised the unloading of goods, personally repairing the huge dock cranes, or quietly talking to each other in Binary.

Seth whistled to himself tunelessly as he watched the life flow past him. He had just renewed his licence in the League over a very hearty meal, which had gave him a very cheery mood. His second-in-command, a burly ex-guardsman called Brawnley, stomped over to him.

"First docking for three months Captain, the men will expect shore leave."

"And they shall have it! But make sure they stay close, I don't trust Inquisitors, however pretty their handwriting is. I want it made clear a speedy exit might be necessary. Have Vulkan keep the engines ready." The Ex-Magos mostly kept to himself, but he was an excellent engineer and deadly with a wrench when he had to be.

Brawnley saluted, and stomped back onto the ship. Seth stood perfectly still for a few moments, then spotted the man he was looking for. A sudden gust of wind flapped his coat open and almost stole his hat, his bionic arm whirred and he reached up to clamp it back down on his head. He strode into the crowd, his natural air of authority clearing a path for him. He eventually arrived in front of a man. He was fairly unremarkable, his clothes were well cleaned but not too fancy, the combat hidden in his boot a standard guard-issue weapon, as was the Las-pistol tucked under his jacket. Seth had been a smuggler far to long to fail to notice concealed weaponry, but it worked on common people well enough. The mans face was rugged, and not a little handsome. A huge black moustache adorned his upper lip, very similar to those worn by the Vostroyan Firstborn. When the man spoke in a thick accent (not unlikt Russian), Seth's suspicions were confirmed.

"Captain Hausier? My employer is very interested in meeting you"

"Cut the crap man, I've no time for it. Now, will you be showing me the way, or will I have to solve a puzzle? You Inquisition people do so like you puzzles"

The man smiled, and stood up off the wall. "No fret there, Captain. If you will follow me".

Thirianna woke from her rest aboard the her small Eldar frigate. The dream had been about the system she now entering. She saw many interesting people, two Space Marines, a Mon'Keigh trader, a member of the Kabalites and to her surprise, multiple Inquisitors. Of course, she knew this was not a simple dream. These would be people she will come across during her time on this mission.

She stretched and walked to the Dining Hall. She had to eat her meal in solitude though, as she was the only living creature on this ship. After, she strode to the bridge, to watch and assess the system.
A large jungle world, teeming with creatures that yearn for the blood of all foolish enough to approach them.
A desert world, covered in shifting sands that reflect the blazing heat of the sun.
A colony world, or "Hiveworld" as the humans call it. This will be filled to the brim with the scum of the universe, and so was the ideal location for a Chaos Incursion.
A factory world, where people work night and day under the watchful gaze of the "Techpriests".
The last was a radioactive wasteland, a planet that had already tasted the power of the warp.

Thirianna decided she would land on the city planet, the one they call "Omega III". She had roughly two hours until landing in the cities port, and so had to find a way to occupy herself in the time remaining. First, she went to the Armory and performed the ritual to put on her armor. She took her Witchblade and Fusion Pistol, equipping them to her belt. She then moved to the hanger, where the Wraithguard constructs were being stored. There were two of them, each hulking figures at roughly eight feet tall, each holding a standard issue Wraithcannon. Thriranna carefully opened a Wraithbone container, and took out two Spirit Stones. She carefully placed each into the center of the constructs and watched as they slowly awoke.

"How...may we serve?" The wraiths said in that breathy tone souls seem to love using.
"You are to accompany and protect me during my mission in a foreign system." Thirianna told them formally, then seemed to relax a little.
"How is you body feeling?" She asked, a little concerned.
"It feels unnatural, but familiar. I have no problem with it." They replied simultaneously. It was the usual reply. She nodded then walked to the bridge, signalling for the wraiths to accompany her.
They were now in orbit above the planet. She found a port to land in, then locked in the coordinates to the auto-pilot. She then strode back to the hanger, waiting for landing.

The door opened and a ramp extended to the ground of the bustling city. Thirianna looked over the bustling city, its streets crowded and dirty, filled with criminals who would stab you in the back without a moments hesitation. A few people seemed surprised and gave odd looks to the Eldar ship, but majority of the people didn't care. In the corner of her eye she noticed something. Two individuals, a human trader and an Inquisitor, both from her dream. This was a good sign. She decided she should probably follow them. She stepped down onto the ground off the ramp, it was crowded and there was no space, but she could fix that. Thirianna psychically called the wraiths, who stomped down the ramp and set up positions beside her. The crowd immediately back away in a circle around them. She closed the ramp of the ship then locked it down, so only she could activate the vessel.

She started moving in the direction she last saw the Inquisitor, the crowd parting before her. A young human from the crowd thought he might take a stab at her, literally as well as metaphorically. Others were soon discouraged from doing the same as the human became a mutilated bloody smear on the floor, courtesy of one of the wraiths. She was confident that she could survive in the useless husk of a planet, but with all these people, discovering a Chaos Incursion might not be as easy as she suspected.

He stood with his hands clamped tightly behind his back upon a rockreet and ceramite wall under a dust cover watching as the numerous cultists and warp beasts ran against the Imperial line, every now and then one would get closer than the firing arks of the heavier weapons only to be swiftly dispatched by the thudding and crackling of personal firearms. The surveys of the wastes before them showed dull, just simple wastes, reports given mentioned of the mobilization of 3 scout detachments from the Astartes but to Ollanious that plan was meaningless. He believe strongly that the scourge should be rooted out via holy fire rather than by the ruses of Angels.

A man in a cloak no taller than himself approached covered in cloak with the insignia of the inquisition very prominent
"Hail, how fair you" Ollanious greeted presenting an outstretched hand, the man nodded and placed a cylinder in his palm. He then raised a hand in dismissal and opened the cylinder, words from the lord to travel to Omega 3.

He then summoned a giant of a man over to him, this man was dressed in a different garb to the guardsman passing to and fro before them but his build was still not the fine tuned canvas of an astartes.
"Brigadier" He said to the man "I leave these guardsmen to you, see what you will with them but know only this I desire this quadrant cleansed before my return or I shall have your head" The man nodded curtly and saluted
"Lord"
"Furthermore notify that I will be taking with me the 4th, they are to be kitted up and ready for mobilization in 20" He continued before striding out to the mid section of the wall where the requisitioned a Vox-caster

"Guardsmen of Omega, Soldier on, this system in no stranger to war. In the past you fought for the survival of the imperium upon this world of beauty, and now you fight still for the Emperor, beloved by all, and show the cursed fiends what true devotion is. The Scourge of chaos ends now, ends here, and by your hand you will send them to the pits of the warp from which they came. Men of the Guardsman, this is your finest hour, and on this planet you shall prove yourself to the emperors grace, and when his side calls you shall give your life for him and for Imperium! The Emperor Protects!" He roared and was greeted in turn with the yells of 'The emperor protects and litanies of battle voiced by commissars above the din of basilisk fire but still his well toned and practiced voice carried past the wall of devastation

When he made landfall on the city world he ordered the 4th Eden Icehawks to march in formation clearing a path down the road, then as per the Lords orders he called for officers to belay further orders until the objective spoken by himself changed. He then set about confirming orders and securing himself a small strike team of storm troopetrs no larger than a handful, 2 or 3 men. With their assistance he would discover any suspicion and root out traitors.

Post then he strode out into the city making little attempt at hiding his armour and moving with an obvious air of superiority. The passing crowd scattered before him whilst he made his way swiftly towards the posting headquarters of the local PDF. It was not long after that when he came across an astartes wearing odd apparel
"you there, Astartes" He called out to him "See yourself here, and name me your orders"

(I assume Silvergun was talking to Kayvaan at the end of his post, as he mentioned "Odd apparel". Kayvaan is wearing a trench-coat, so I deem that "Odd" for a Space Marine. If anyone would like this changed, I'll do it without problems.)

Kayvaan shoved his way through the crowd, attempting not to be engulfed into it and somewhat failing. A voice called out to him from behind. "You there, Astartes."
"Shit" Kayvaan thought, realising his trench-coat wasn't helping as much as he wanted. He battled through the crowd, towards the side of the street, where it was calm enough to have some breathing room. He spotted the Inquisitor calling out to him, glancing in his direction. "See yourself here, and name me your orders." The inquisitor called out to him, fixating his stare onto Kayvaan. Kayvaan pulled out a Lho-Stick, from the packet he'd bought with some of his leftover Chits, lighting it as he moved towards the Inquisitor. Kayvaan held no love for the Emperor, even less now that he was dealing with another squad massacre. He wanted to shout, curse, hurt, and even kill this Inquisitor, but he knew he didn't stand a chance, nor was he thinking clearly. He was about to open his mouth, when a strange voice filled his head. "Do it. Murder this fuck, put his head on a pike!" He forced the voice out of his mind, not having the slightest idea what came over him. Kayvaan was deeply disturbed by the disgusting voice filling his head, but composed himself. He shook his head, and answered the Inquisitor.

"My orders were to Scout a deathworld in this system, before my entire squad got bloody slaughtered." He took another puff of his Lho-Stick. "My new 'orders', are to wait around and keep an eye out for Chaos until 'further notice'." He spat the words out bitterly, thinking back to his squad members. Before the Inquisitor could open his mouth, another person approached them both. "I have been sent by Inquisitor Concuerda, a very close associate of Lord Inquisitor Orlanuss. Your size and compliment of Guardsmen is making you obvious to onlookers, I would advise you follow me, you shall be briefed when you arrive". The man told them, before quickly turning back around and hurrying through the crowd. Kayvaan followed, wondering what was in store.

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Karly wandered through the crowd, not too pleased with the seemingly bullshit mission she'd been given. She wandered if the Lord Inquisitor just had something against her for whatever reason, sending her on something to waste her time. She amused herself with various stores around the place, window shopping to pass the time. Although Karly usually got the job done as soon as possible, there didn't seem to be a job to do. If the Inquisition wanted her to wipe out a few Heretics, she should of been sent back to the Deathworld. She eventually leaned against a wall of a cafe, inspecting her metal Rosette wrapped around her hand. After a few minutes of waiting around, with still no sign of any new orders coming, she strolled pass the cafe towards a Firearms shop, hoping to pick up some new weaponry. She had acquired some converted some Mordian money to Chits, reading up on Omega, for something like this exact situation. Karly wasn't exactly rich, leaving her with a choice between a few Stub Guns. She bought a Stub Revolver, having nothing better to do with her money, to be used for executions. Although it sounded rather grim to her, she did need it. Her Inferno Pistol wasn't meant for execution, and her Power Sword was rather... brutal. She bought a few clips worth of bullets, loaded it, turned on the safety and exited the store. Luckily, her Father had used a Stub Revolver a backup weapon in the Mordian Iron Guard, teaching Karly how to use one as well as more common military weapons. A man approached her before she could go anywhere, giving her more orders.

"Inquisitor Karly? I am an agent of the Inquisition, I have been tasked with guiding you to a briefing meeting. If you will come this way."

Karly tucked her Revolver into her armour, having a small compartment around the side of her waist that managed to just barely fit the gun. She nodded her head, following the man to her new destination, relieved that she had finally been given something to do aside from just wander about.

Irons strolled through the corridors of the ship, walking quickly and with long strides. Malus was easily able to match the Inquisitor’s speed and with the pairing of a Hereticus Inquisitor and an Adeptus Astartes warrior, the men and women aboard the ship quickly moved out of their way. The door to the bridge was still open, though it would be sealed when their warp jump began. The portal was guarded by two grim faced men with lascarbines held at port arms. They looked at the two approaching men with interest and stood aside when Alactus had to move his incredible armored bulk through the narrow passage. Once on the bridge, a dimly lit and massive room filled with pict-screens of all shapes and sizes for the many systems and monitoring stations that ship’s had to keep tabs on, Malus followed the Inquisitor to the sunken center of the room and stood directly behind the captain’s chair.

“Captain Barstow, we are ready to see a show, warp jumps are one of the premier shows in town and we have the good fortune of having the best seats in the house. How is the ship?”

The aging captain looked up at the Inquisitor and smiled, his lined face seemingly filled with light from such a smile, like a child with a gift. It was obvious that the captain enjoyed his job.

“The old girl is running as smoothly as ever, our jump will commence in just a moment, stand behind me and to the right, I’ll project the lights on the main screen. It’s a long way, but I’m confident our Navigator can get us there in one piece.”

Irons nodded his masked head and stood where the captain had suggested. He glanced over at the Sergeant and watched the man’s head look from the captain’s console to the main pict-screen that dominated the fore portion of the bridge. An ancient looking man with a slight stoop entered the bridge. The man stood to his full height and walked to the center of the bridge where a raised dais rose several inches from the deck. The Navigator in his thick hooded robes threw his hood back and untied a sapphire cloth from around his forehead. The third eye there, his “Warp-Eye” was covered when he did not steer the vessel through the warp for it was said that even a glance from it could kill a man. The Navigator’s white hair was shorn close to his head and arranged in a pattern of stripes across the crown of his skull.

As everyone took their places Irons saw the source of the voice they had heard through the speaker earlier, a young woman sitting at the vox console to his left. Her voice sounded much clearer and less distorted in person.

“30 seconds to warp jump, 30 seconds to warp jump, everyone who is not secure in their grav couches must do so now, technicians will be around to you all to ensure proper securing procedures were followed.”

The woman’s voice continued the countdown at every ten second interval until the countdown reached zero. Then, on cue, the screen in the center of the bridge lit up in a deep cerise swirl opened in front of the ship as the warp drives tore a hole in reality and created a passage for the vessel into the immaterium. The arms of the swirl extended out in every direction, causing the world in front of them to appear as if it were spinning. The colors changed and the pink light became a deep violet and then turned once again into an almost cerulean blue. As the lights played across the screen in concentric swirls, and the Navigator’s third eye blazed open, gazing upon a realm no other human could see and keep their sanity. The light of the Astronomican, centered on Holy Terra, still reached this far into the depths of space. The Navigator latched ahold of this beacon and used it as a reference to steer their ship. The fate of the travel rested solely in his hands. As The Navigator guided them through the Immaterium, all present hoped that nothing would go wrong. Even with the Navigator, there was always a degree of uncertainty when traveling the currents of the Empyrean. Luckily for the crew of the freighter, Omega there was a warp bacon in real space that The Navigator could also see. Omega may have been a backwater off the grid system that had fallen out of favor, but it still rated one of these beacons due to the size and diversity of the system. As they grew nearer to the beacon, The Navigator turned the ship and lined up with it. These beacons were used for populated systems with heavy traffic to ensure that vessels exiting the warp and returning to real space did not appear inside planetary bodies or system gravity wells.

Irons and Alactus left the bridge after having seen what they had come there for, and returned to the Inquisitor’s room to prepare their gear for departure from the ship. They would arrive in the system at the local warp beacon and then Alactus and Irons would take an inquisitorial shuttle from the freighter and travel to the docks of Omega III while the larger ship traveled to the planet of Omega I to offload cargo and supplies for the people there. As they left the bridge and returned to Irons’ quarters, The Inquisitor sent for specialized equipment that he had acquired over the years to help in the removal of Astartes Power Armor. For this mission, Alactus would stand out enough as it was, he could not wear his regular war gear and hope to blend in at all. During the warp jump, Irons and a few other crew members helped remove the Massive marine’s plates and secure it within the Inquisitor’s shuttle. The Astartes was now clad in loose fitting robes and breeches tailored to his immense size.

When they exited to real space, the Inquisitor and his Astartes companion were already secured within the confines of the shuttle, as soon as they were given safe clearance to depart; they did so, making great speed towards Omega III. After several hours of travel, escorts sent up from the planetary government approached and inquired the identity of the persons aboard the vessel. Irons sent a pict-capture of his I sigil necklace and was granted access to any of the ports in close proximity. Irons selected one and began his final approach.

Space flight had always made Malus uncomfortable, as he had no control over what happened and whether he lived or died. Bred as a soldier of the Emperor, his instinct was to fight and be ready to fight at all times. Alactus’ knowledge that in this instance his life was in the hands of another, no matter how capable, still unnerved him. He was glad to see the docks approaching and even gladder when they touched down and he could get up, albeit stooped over in the low cabin, and move back to the cargo hold where he could stand properly. As Alactus went about checking his wargear the Inquisitor walked to the back of the cabin and withdrew from a container a massive garment made of black material. It was an enormous hooded coat that was obviously made to accommodate the bulk of an Astartes.

“Alactus, an Imperial Fist in full panoply of war is sure to draw attention. This coat has been specifically designed with an Astartes in mind, wear this over your new armor that I had crafted for one such as you.”

With this, The Inquisitor opened another plasteel crate, and within was a suit of modified Carapace Armor.

The armor was that of an Astartes Scout, although this armor was almost twice as heavily plated in ceramite and much larger than neophyte armor. Pauldrons adorned with the Inquisitorial I were half the size of the ones on the Sergeant’s current war gear, and the cuirass was painted with a clenched black fist, the only sign of his true allegiance. The armor consisted of pauldrons, a cuirass, a pair of gauntlets with armored gloves, a pair of thigh guards made of segmented ceramite, and a pair of massive Astartes size boots, all to be worn over a set of fatigues made of dense ballistic nylon thread. The armor plates were slate gray with the fatigues and the coat colored like the black of night. The coat that he was to wear over his armor came with a deep hood, which made the Fists’ Astartes smile. His face would still be hidden from view. Aside from his Power Armor, this was the nicest set of armor he had ever been offered. With the Inquisitor’s help, he began to clothe himself with his new form of protection.

The boarding ramp of the shuttle lowered and The Inquisitor and his Adeptus Astartes companion exited. The Astartes was newly armored and cowled in his black and gray armor, with the Inquisitor in clothing that matched his in color, the duo cut very striking figures as they emerged from the shuttle.

The sights and sounds of the dock hit them like a wall of noise and light. There were so many people bustling around here, machines moving freight and cargo along the streets, vendors plying their trade, shops, stores, and restaurants crammed full of patrons, and all manner of people doing all manner of things. Omega III was the nexus; it seemed, for anything a person could want in this system. The Inquisitor and his massive shadow walked forward out of the ship to become a part of it.

"On the condition that my...friends can come with me."

Father Jen examined the Wraithguard with the look of someone genuinely interested.

"Hmmmm interesting patterns miss. Not a craft world I recognize. No, your Wraithguards shouldn't produce any problems, if you would come with me".

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Gibbons was still smoking and reading when Velk entered. As per usual, the Enginseer shooed him out from behind the counter, so he could continue whatever meaningless techo nonsense the techpriest so loved. Alynsky had already left to find the other Inquisitor with the Major, so it was only them and Velk's damn Servitor in the room. After a few seconds, a huge man in a greatcoat stooped into the small shop-front. He was obviously a Space-Marine, and his attempts to hide this were inept to say the least. He looked around suspiciously, until Gibbons got his attention. "Oi! Biggun! Go wait in the back will you, we got some more friends comin' yet before the brief can begin." Gibbons grinned at the huge man, showing his brown, near rotten teeth.

He lent against the counter where Velk wasn't working, to continue reading his magazine. He heard the door creak, and the rustle of clothing to announce another person enter the shop, but he didn't look up.

"you there, peon, recite faith to the emperor"

The voice was very cammanding, and obviously was not used to being disobeyed. Time for him to learn. Gibbons didn't doge a lifetime sentence in the Rust Hounds just to get ordered around by some other cocky arse. Gibbons looked up to see an impeccably dressed Inquisitor, chainsword in hand, his eyes staring and Gibbons distastefully. Gibbons smirked again. "Nice chopper. I could 'o used one 'o them when I was on Omega I, nothin' but fraggin' trees as far as you can see. All i had was these" Gibbons opened his jacket to reveal half a dozen short hafted mono-blade throwing axes on bandoleers crisscrossing his chest. Velk tutted, and turned his gaze on Gibbons. "You are being very rude Private. Mcgraw. Inquisitor Concuerda informed us to be civil to these strangers. Killing tem will not complete this objective." Gibbons snorted, and zipped his jacket back up, then revealed an Inquisitorial Rosette from his back pocket, bowing deeply.

"My greatest apologies your lordship, if you would do me such a graceful honour as to wait in the back of the shop, I would be eternally greateful. Any questions shall be answered soon."

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Sovlak stopped outside of the repair shop. He could sense three people in the building he did not recognize, which meant the other agents had been equally successful. He turned to the Inquisitor. "When we enter, It would make things for simpler and less noisy if you simply follow me. Without a doubt Gib-...ahem, one of my 'associates' will be causing some trouble or other. There is a small apartment behind the curtain you can wait in. I apologize for the confusion, but there is a great number of people we must locate and return here, so the Inquisitor is working as best he can without the Lord Inquisitor's presence. Come, we shouldn't waste time."

Sovlak strode into the shop, saw Gibbons doing something ridiculous to a man with a chainsword, ignored it, and moved into the apartment.

Seth was halfway through the bottle when a small bald man walked into the apartment, he looked down at Seth, his face not showing anything.

"You must be the Pirate"

"I prefer Free Gentleman"

"I'm sure you do. Please be civil"

Seth was unsure what he meant when he saw a third person enter. Seth didn't usually fall for blondes, and he had heard rather unpleasant stories about what female Inquisitor's did to men that made advancements on them, but she was pretty all the same. Seth raised his bottle to her.

"Welcome my lady! To the Inquisitor's secret fan club. You hang around long enough, you might get one of their delightful little badges, maybe a voucher for a local restaurant."

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Inquisitor Raphael Concuerda sat his chair, watching the screen as his agents traversed the dock area. The mechanic shop was just one of dozens of safe houses set up in Hyrax Hive alone. The screen showed a map of the Dock area of Hyrax Hive, with flashing red runes to show where his agents were. Gibbons, Sovlak, Velk and FISTO were all below him. Hopefully Gibbons wouldn't cause any trouble with the Inquisitors, they had no idea how fast the small man was with those axes of his. Jen, presumably with the Eldar had just arrived outside the shop. Although Jen looked barely sixty, he was really closer to two hundred. He had traveled all over the galaxy, and it took quite a lot to surprise him.

Alynsky and Major Bane were at the Port, waiting for Inquisitor Irons and whichever Astartes he brought with him. Well, technically Ex-Major, but Artemis Bane was not a man you argued minor details with. Raphael lent back, satisfied everything had gone to plan.

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Alynsky was biting his nails when he received a sharp smack to the back of his head. The stern voice that reminded him horribly of his old days at boot camp barked out form behind him.

"Stop that Sergeant! We are greeting an Inquisitor! I will not have any soldier under my authority act in such a lack of discipline!"

"Sorry Major, it will not happen again"

"It better not. Stand back Sergeant, I'll do the talking."

As the door to the small shuttle opened, the men watched silently until the Inquisitor and Space Marine were fully out of the vehicle. Major Bane stepped forwards smartly and saluted with pinpoint correctness. Everything from his boots to his buttons were gleaming.

"Major Artemis Bane, formerly of the Blood Coats 10th Regiment, now serving in His Holy Emperor's Inquisition. Myself and Sergeant Cheznokov have been detailed as escort to our current safe house, where I believe a brief has been planned. If you would follow me sir".

Thirianna was not at all shocked by this proclamation, very few saw the Eldar of Ulthwe, even fewer could tell them apart from any other Eldar. Craftworld Ulthwe did, after all, orbit the Eye of Terror and most human were terrified to go anywhere near it. The is human did seem to have some interest in Eldar, so she thought she might as well give a bit of an explanation.

"They're standard issue Ulthwe Wraithguard Constructs, don't be so surprised." She gave another small smile before giving him a cold stare. "Well i guess we might as well go to this meeting point of yours." And with that, she was off in the direction of the place, the priest following close behind. She stopped for a moment to spit, a foul taste had built up in her mouth. This happened when she spoke the human language. It was disgusting and left a terrible taste in her mouth that was an absolute bother to remove.

After several minutes of walking, she finally stopped at the front door of the building she was searching for. It seemed to be a repair station for human vehicles, and Thirianna wasn't surprised in the slightest to see it dusty and dirty as any other building. She glanced at the priest again.
"I believe it would be rude if i went in first." She said, before stepping aside to let him pass. She glanced over to check on the Wraiths, made a quick comment in Eldar,then followed into the building.

It was, just like the outside, dusty, dirty and terribly crowded. She was directed to a back room which was filled with a small group of humans, each she had seen in her dream on the ship. And, as she looked closer, a few were even Inquisitors. She didn't like this, not one bit, but made no outward appearance of these feelings. She simply sat on a relatively comfy chair and looked around the room again, the Wraiths taking up a position either side of her. She agreed with her previous thought, this room was way too crowded.

In the back of her head she felt a niggling sensation, like something was there that she should be aware of, but she couldn't quite make it out. It was a familiar feeling, like being able to sense her fellow Eldar around her. Only it wasn't. It was like an Eldar, but twisted and evil. After giving it some quick thought, she brought it down to all the Inquisitors around her. They gave of a very odd psychic vibe, due to large amounts of psychological conditioning that she assumed they must go through to be the loyal to their so called "Emperor".

After getting tired of the awkwardness in the room, she decided to say something, to "break the ice" as humans would say.
"Now correct me if i say this wrong, i don't fully understand your language yet, but am i the only one here thinking this place is a...how would you say? 'Shithole'?" She said, with the most innocent smile she could draw upon.