OOC: Double-posting is allowed, within reason. Posting for posting's sake is discouraged, but if it's because you missed a response or no-one has posted in a long while and things are getting 'awkward', then it's OK.
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Raquelia had sat through the miniature argument impassively, choosing to give no grace to any of the plans proposed while people were still discussing. The starship captain was going to be a problem, as Farzael had predicted - he was a plotter and a schemer from way back, and used to dancing around those of higher station than he to get his way, and the arrogance that bred was tempered by experience.
The Ordinatus was a surprise contender, Raquelia had her pinned as a quiet-type, not someone who would fight for dominance of a group - unless....perhaps it was not fighting for dominance? Rather, independence. She merely didn't want to be controlled by Starsearch, and wasn't that understandable?
By far the most amusing turn of events however was the voice of reason; the pariah, of all people, taking it upon himself to temper and mediate between the disparate factions. No doubt a skill learned from personal experience with confrontation, but still interesting to see how much sense the unnerving man could talk. Even the two Mechanicus were listening to him.
But now it had all died down - the captain partially rebuffed on two fronts, Kynia distracting herself in the data-slate, and the pariah just letting things slip away, as if suddenly all too aware of the dangers of being noticed. Raquelia smiled to herself, and then slipped out of her own chair.
"A most refreshing debate of policy, indeed." It was imprudent to laugh when an inquisitor was speaking, but that at least got a few smiles here and there. "Captain Starsearch, Ordinatus G'Kal, I appreciate your input, if not the manner of it, but the plan has already been laid out. The cutter requires no defense - we are more than adequately covered by security, and the crew along with the cutter's weapons are simply an added reassurance. There will be three teams, therefore. Drake, you and Faelus Cartinor will accompany me to the bar.
"Kynia G'Kal will go to the local Administratum with Justinian Obitus, to pursue leads there, and then follow on from them wherever she deems fit.
"The rest of you, led by Alens Bantenhope, will be heading into the bowels of the hive itself. On the way I expect you to gain access to the local communications channel, but this is secondary to your true objective: you are to make contact with the cult proper, which is said to be residing on sub-level 64, the exact area has been marked on your data-slates." She paused, letting the arrangements sink in.
"I expect regular check-ins via vox-link, however do not speak openly unless absolutely necessary. Our base of operations will be the cutter here, as we haven't time to set up on the planet itself. Good hunting." The cutter set down just as she finished.
OOC: Right, setting up separate threads for each group so that we don't get confused. I will endeavor to send out additional information via PM in the next couple of hours to each set of players so you understand what is going on.
In brief:
Kynia and Justinian are going to have to get transport to the Administratum, or walk for a fairly long time, then do covert bureaucratic stuff once inside.
The group led by Alens are going to have to find a way down to sub-level 64, while on the way stopping to mine key comms points if they can, so you lot can start off by trying to access one of those.
Raquelia's group are going to the meeting as planned. Except that the meeting is not going to go as planned at all. Bwahahaha.
This post has been edited by The Lord Inquisitor: 06 December 2010 - 09:38 PM