Acolyte Davros stepped through the lock, looking around, and sketching the cogwheel of the Omnissiah in silent benediction for their safe deliverance. He carried a small carryall in the same red as his robes, inscribed with prayers in golden thread, in which were his scant few belongings.<br/><br/>Ahead of him he could see a figure clad in a tight fitting black bodyglove, several weapons drapped across his body.<em>'An acolyte of the assassin temples?'</em>he thought, noting the profusion of weaponry. He glanced behind him, but none of the others had left the shuttle yet, and logic dictated he go to the directed barracks before anything else. Mentally nodding he walked forwards, speaking before he reached what he judged an acceptable threat position on the other. "Blessing of the Omnissiah upon you. I trust you are functioning efficiently?"