Richter listened to the little briefing while tracing the scars running over his face. It was a bit strange, wasn't it. It was a simple uprising, something that the Guards should be able to take care of themselves. This world was one of the main economic providers to the whole Calixis Sector, so why postpone a proper response just so that a few Acolytes that apparently fell short of what was needed. Which meant there was something in the mining colony that reeked of foul play, be it the work of traitorous heretics, devious xenos or the malignant inhabitants of the Warp. Didn't matter though, because they were being sent in empty-handed. A very unpleasant test to be sure. Probably Cordelia's idea for a good first mission.<br/><br/>"<strong>Well, I guess that's up to us to find out, Richter.</strong>" he whispered to himself before he bowed to the gathered inquisitorial agents proper. "<strong>It shall be done then, gentlemen. Comrades, I'll see you at the lighter.</strong>" He gave a smile and nod to each of the other acolytes and turned on his heel, hurrying back to his accommodations to gather up his things. With the mission at hand, he couldn't afford to not take everything with him. For a moment though, he hesitated to bring the lhos or stimms. But in the end he couldn't bring himself to ignore the absence of their weights in his pockets. Fully packed he made his way to the lighter bay where the others were waiting.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Richter sat the whole trip down to the surface looking at what the other's were bringing with them and trying to think of something to say to them. For some reason he felt desperate to strike up conversations with them, but they seemed worlds apart from him. Out of all of them the Mechanicus servant intrigued him the most. He could pin down the other two rather well, but he had never seen a cog-worshiper like her before. Hopefully he would find some time to bond with all of them. After all, his survival was closely linked with theirs. He was just about to say something to them when the call came from the pilot for them to disembark.<br/><br/>"<strong>Just my luck, Richter...</strong>" He gathered his stuff up and stepped off the rear ramp, coughing as the smell from the works that dominated the landscape hit him. He was almost fearful to pull up a lho and lighting it, who knew what ratio of combustible chemicals were in the air. But at this rate he'd rather have that pleasant smoke drawn down his lungs than whatever permeated this atmosphere. "<strong>Emperor's mercy, this is a foul place to be living in. No wonder there are dissenters...</strong>" A possibly heretical remark, but that didn't make it any less true. "<strong>Let's see... perhaps we should split up? Two of us can take in some news from the men and women of the camp while the other two speak to this Commissar fellow. Maximize efficiency and minimize our exposure to this planet, so to speak.</strong>" It was all said with with a smile to mask the bile in his words. He really didn't like the feel of this place.