The shuttle carrying Baromir finally arrived in system to Ares. The somewhat victorious Senechal returning with much success at the movies, but with a crusade on his heels. Looking at his dataslate, Baromir noticed the fifty three or so messages from Thraxius inundate his mailbox all pretty much said the same thing, so he deleted the rest and made a point to meet up with the mechanical man. The progress amongst that hardware in orbit was in full swing, Baromir just wished he had contracts for more reputable colonists than the Red Redemption. As it stood, the Red Crusade was going to become a thorn in their sides, as Baromir had no idea what Archbishop Krozer's resources or influence were. All he could hope for was shunting the whole thing towards Ometotch and the Reavers.<br/><br/>As the shuttle arrived, Baromir turned to the remaining guard from Darius - that little incident had to be referred as well - between them was the female assassin that had tried to take Baromir's life. Fortunately, Darius had filled them in before his stunt on what she was about. "And so we come to a head, Miss Knives." Baromir exhaled sarcastically, "You have two choices, really. One, You work for me. Pending an examination from our Chirigeons and telepaths to determine what Chaos taint is in you, if at all. We will see about removing or binding what we can.  Dont think this is an opportunity to complete your mission. Im sure your employer was Krozer, and if he wasn't the one that hired you, your dead to him. He'd kill you out of principle to keep you silent and out of my hands. I've been attacked by more assassins, thugs, and horrors than you could count. You were the closest to get me, even with a hellacious hangover and being poisoned, you STILL failed to best me. Still, I am tired of assassins and chaos getting the jump on us. Since you have the perspectives of those very two things, I would be able to prepare against them in the future. The pay is comparable, and the work is a tad bit more honest. You wont be dealing with Chaos, save to kill it. Frankly, its more than you deserve."<br/><br/>"Two, you are turned over to the Imperial Authorites, where that little mark on your cheek will condemn you for a Chaos worshipper and you can face the Inquisition and all that entails, maybe finally being given the mercy of a bolt round to the skull. More likely, they'll just burn you after your flayed." He paused to let it sink in. It was ballsy, but maybe his reputation and their little scuffle a few days ago would have grown in her mind. Endlessly replaying her final moments to try and figure out what went wrong and landed her in this state of affairs.<br/>