<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/ghnBdX2.jpg)</div>Sarah Levin sat at the small desk beside her bunk, her meager collection of gear out before her as she did ritual maintenance. Her sword sat on a stand, its blade freshly oiled, the Mechanicus cog symbol just above the guard gleaming in the dull light, and her laspistol spread out in pieces across the face of the desk. Shed always been a subpar shot, so the young techpriest was always lavished extra attention on the pistols spirit, hoping its contentment would pay dividends should she ever have to use it. She cleaned, oiled, and prayed over each piece with low pings of Binary.... then the datapad on the other end of the desk beeped, and without looking up from her work she reached out a hand and pressed a finger against one of the dataports, a tracery of blue light shining from under her skin as her electoos connected allowing her to outload the new message.<br/><br/>The young factor's lips turned down in disapproval and she paused in her work.... she had already done far more than was required by the Ritual Of Maintenance... but stilling before she was finished seemed disrespectful.... however she had little choice, and her hands moved in a blur, reassembling the weapon in moments, she blurted a apologetic burst of binary, and then returned it to its holster on her right hip. Next she picked up her sword and slid it home into the sheath on her back, though a slit in the back of her robe, so the grip stood proudly behind her head.<br/><br/>Ever mindful of the purpose of a Factor, Sarah did pause by the mirrior on her way out, and took a moment to straighten her hair, clean a oil smudge off her cheek, and generally freshen up. Even non-Mechanicus might have considered this a waste of time, but as a Factor she knew that it was always important to make a good first impression, and good personal grooming was considered a mandatory trait among many strata of imperial society, especially for females. She was however very efficient about it, and it did not delay her long.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sarah stepped into the room, the door hissing closed behind her as she looked around, taking in the scene before her. A Navel officer, a imperial cleric, a anomalous ogryn, a guardsman, and a reserved fellow whos purpose she couldnt readily identify. A strange mix, but not entirely unexpected. She bowed to the room and made the cog-sigh of the Mechanicus, "Greetings.", and felt the respirator in her chest kick in to filter the Lho smoke out of her air. Making a quick read of the mood, she ventured, "Anyone get any strange messages recently?" with a half-smile.<br/>