<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Techpriest_by_blazbaros-d3c3dgg.png)</div><br/>Macharius hurried through the crowd, blinking up a small noospheric display for a moment that showed he was behind schedule. One had to make allowances for the inefficiency of the flesh, particularly amongst those who did not venerate the Omnissiah, but his own unfamiliarity with this particular planetary habitat had not helped. Still, the slippage was minor, and unlikely to be of concern to those who did not value proper efficiency.<br/><br/>He stepped into the bar and moved aside so as to not block the doorway for other patrons. His red robes drew a few puzzled looks, as generally those of the Mechanicus did not concern themselves overmuch with such places as this, but he shunted them to a secondary feed and his optical mechadendrite as he looked around for the designated table. His eyes came to rest on an eclectic looking group, different enough to stand out from the regular bar patrons, and he gave a mental nod before crossing to the table.<br/><br/>As he reached the table he gave a polite nod, interlacing his knuckles together to form the sacred cog of the Omnissiah. "Magos Biologis Tertius Macharius Octavian. I believe I may be expected."