A New Sponsor-Action

You are in near complete darkness, a strange veil obscures the sight of even the Astartes among you. Leading you forward are a pair of Marines, but it's too dark to see their colors or heraldry. From the sounds you can hear another two following the group.

A voice comes over the Vox beads each of you were given

+Listen well Ordo Relayus, for I will not repeat myself. To prove your worth, you will be sent to the world below... A ruined, cursed place, whose very name is not remembered. On that world is a cache of weapons, armor, and vehicles from the Dark Age of Technology, but more importantly, an STC. We desire these resources, but the STC most of all. Retrieve it, and bring it to us and you may take whatever you can carry as payment, as well as having our full support in your future endeavors. A unit of Iron Warriors has taken control of the facility, destroy the traitors, gain access to the Armory. Your forces have already landed, and await your arrival. Happy hunting...+

You can feel yourself going up a slight incline.

Faizel draws his blade, readying himself

Techmarine So'rem stands still once upon the crest of the incline, and plants the head of his hammer into the floor by his feet. "Provided you were truthful about your loyalist agenda, you can be confident that we will find your prize."

Senera readies his Stormshield and Thunder hammer and mutters, "For the Emperor" under his breath.

*Falco stands casually, hands in pockets, whistling.*

*sneezes*
"Ah fuck, can you repeat it? I missed like half of that."
...
"Whoa Whoa whoa, what's happening?"

finds a seat and sits in it, and straps in, hoping that the straps arnt too lose for him

So'rem heads to a seat close to the door and straps himself in with machine-like precision and elegance.

Zielley looks at the other two straping in and does the same.
"Yo, I'm not supposed to kill you guys, right? You'd tell me, right?"

Senera too moves to a seat close to the door and straps himself in.
"I'll take point", he says to So Rem, motioning to his Storm Shield.

*Falco straps in quickly, and fingers his rosarius.*

"No, we're not supposed to kill each other yet, little one."

Faizel unbuckles himself, and stands up, before walking down the ramp, his red armor glinting faintly in the light. He looks around, and takes in the sight of the military encampment, before sighting the man in power armor, and approching him. ' Hello again. I never got to thank you for your help' He holds out a Power armored hand, '

Zielley stands behind So'Rem and speaks to him:
"I think we should avoid that guy, he looks evil."

"Faizel seems to recognise the figure." So'rem looks down at her. "We shall we wary nonetheless. Come along now." He starts to follow Faizel, making sure Zielley is able to keep pace.

"Ladies and gentlemen I have business to attend to with my troops, so lets make this quick."

*Falco lights up an Iho stick and walks over to the tall figure.*

"What are we up against, what are we doing here, what's our goals and what are the risks. I've not come to waste lives or waste time, so I'd like to know rather than stumbling about in the dark."

Senera gets off the transport and stands behind the group, looking about the ruins and at the new figure.

He regards Faizel's hand coolly, but dosen't move to match the gesture.

"No thanks are needed... I had my own reasons."

His voice was smooth, but deep. His breaths through a breather on his helmet, the intake sound would unsettle a normal man. He turned to Falco

"I'd have assumed our friend would have enlightened you. We're after a Dark Age weapon cache, complete with an STC fragment. There's something wrong with this wold though... It's not warp based, but there is definitely something wrong here... I can feel it in the very air, a malevolence hangs over this world."

"Your companion mentioned the Iron Warriors. Their traitorous Warpsmiths are likely channeling chaotic energies to fuel some sort of infernal device." So'rem replies, deadpan as ever.

he lowers his hand 'there may be Xenos taint on this world.' he looks around. 'Do you know where my acolytes would be?'

"Well... Alright then... We need info... intel on the enemy. Perhaps a scouting party should go out rather than us speculating? Find out what this malevolence is, or where it's coming from. Anybody up for that?"

"If I get the big guy here as backup, I think I'm small, I make for a good scouting party... not to mention that chaotic enemies may not attack me on sight... depending on who it is."
Zielley points at So'Rem
"and worst comes to worst, he'd be a great body-shield."
Zielley looks at Senera and smiles
"or that one."

Senera keeps to the rear of the group listening to what everybody is saying.

The man seems to shift as if uncomfortable.

"In any event, I am Lucan Tyrius, Rouge Trader and dealer of secrets. You'll find my men tight lipped... They have their orders, best not to disturb them. You'll find your accessories have been brought down and placed in prefab units, I'll give you all coordinates in a moment. At the moment the Iron Warriors and at least one warpsmith, although there may be more, have taken up residence in the old manufacturing control center. A large number of automations and servators have been let loose in the area as deturants. The exact number of Iron Warriors is unknown but it is no more than a dozen. Any questions?"