(rolled a 72, no chance in hell I see anything)<br/><br/>Brannon has been sitting very quietly in the corner of the shuttle, his hands playing with a single Throne Gelt, running the coin between his fingers in an almost hypnotic pattern.<br/><br/><em>"What went wrong ?"</em>he questions himself all the time during the trip, occasionally glancing from the corners of his eyes to the other Acolytes and wondering how he could have sunk so low.<em>"Oh yeah, the choice. And the Psyker rummaging through my head."</em><br/><br/>As the shuttle lands he picks up his trusty old shotgun and he walks out towards the entrance, only to reel back, as there are no walls to block his vission, at least not any in close proximity, and the sky.<br/><br/>Brannon shudders and looking around quite nervously, staying close to the shuttle he disembarks. "Don't look up. Don't look up." he mutters quietly and then he he does look up and almost staggers on his feet.