The dull grey planet of Renuto comes into view on the holo, it's a rather dead looking planet which is part of what makes it such a useful retreat for the less-than-reputable members of certain noble families. There is absolutely no reason for anything, human or xenos, to live here. As you enter orbit your helmsman delivers the command codes that guarantee passage and alert the exiled nobles that the ship in orbit is a friendly.
Captain Dragmar: You proceed to the lower holds where Jarvis is readying the containers for transport. There are several hundred of the massive plasteel containers to move and delivering them will be, although uncomplicated, very tedious.
"Aye Cap'n, wot can ah do for ya sah?" Jarvis snaps a quick salute before returning to one of his interminable checklist.
Prime Enginseer Sola: The Transport is rather old even by imperial standards, it's a noble beast of a shuttle and has always done good work, though it requires more-than-usual coaxing, it refuses to work properly for any of the younger tech-priests which is why you are currently huddled under the main console doing the primary diagnostic. ((tech-use test))
+Honored Enginseer+ one of the tech-priests interrupts, his speech the whirring and clicking of the sacred Techna Lingua of the Mechanicus +We have discovered an anomaly in the shuttles guidance system, what are your wishes?+
Missionary Thalrissian: You are nearly done preparing for the journey, the nobles of the planet Renudo are far from the light of Him on Earth, it would do them some good to hear a full sermon for a few days before The Tiamat's departure. Your place in the medbay is well founded, there are many who would've fallen in the last battle were it not for your skill, the Ork even now lays sedated on one of the medical slabs. You suppose it's time to awaken him and inform him of the current status of the ship. ((Medicae test))
Knutta: You wake up with a pounding headache, the last thing you remember is burning pain and hitting the ground, also the pirate you were charging coming apart in your power klaw, that was satisfying. Malachai is leaning over you, apparently checking your vitals, you twitch your right arm and hear the whirring of micro-servos, you look over to see a powerful metal arm where your original one once was.
((Since you haven't been able to go anywhere to 'acquire' a better one the cybork replacement functions as a normal quality arm with no bonuses or penalties.))
