<span style="color: red">”That would be perfection itself, thank you Sister Naser. I’ll be down in a couple minutes... ”</span>he paused briefly,<span style="color: red">”If I can make any sense of the map-slate. Out,”</span>Covud replied with a chortle, flicking off the vox unit. The arbitrator sighed as he got up from the desk’s chair, holstering the maul and revolver before refilling and donning his bandolier (regular stub rounds, nothing special). As he donned his flak-coat and eye patch, Covud took another hefty swig from the amansec bottle, hoping it might steady his nerves, liquid courage after all. Before leaving the room with map slate in hand, the arbitrator took a hand full of lho-sticks and the lighter, stuffing them into one of the many pockets in his coat.<br/><br/>It took him about 20 minutes to get to the medicae deck, his gaze practically glued to the map slate. Covud was steeling himself along the walk… Although the closer he got the less nervous he felt. It was always better to face a problem head on than draw it out, putting off a meeting with the sister would have just made his doubts and fears fester and become worse. Besides, if she remained ignorant of current events, Naser might well prove to be a good ally.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">”Sister Naser? ”</span>Covud called as he entered the medicae deck, the automatic doors hissing shut behind him. He glanced around the room when he didn’t spot the sister, quickly taking in his surroundings. Covud was not well versed in Medical knowledge, but he could tell that some of the devices on the deck were not of Imperial origin… He stepped forward into the medical kitchen, leaning in close to observe some cone shaped device<span style="color: red">”What on Terra do you do? ”</span>Covud muttered.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>