Quintos followed his fellow companions into the shuttle, touching of it the bare minimum to set himself in, and avoiding getting his white robes tainted more than necessary.<br/>He ignored the man offering pills for the trip: those medicaments were likely to obfuscate the mind as well as the pain. If the path he had to follow had to be sore so be it, the Emperor would lead him.<br/><br/>Looking at the rest of the group Lionus studied their faces.The were the two sisters, so similar in their appearance as they were different in their manners; two proud young women, ready and quick on the front line, where the pride was due to the honor to serve or to detrimental hubris was still to be determined.<br/>Garviel -yet another noble born, for sure the group was not lacking on proper human descendants- tough looking and spare on words, was probably the furthest from Quintos in matters of propensities.<br/>The Progena, on the other hand, instilled in Quintos a sense of affinity, probably a little too conspicuous with his weaponry, but the inquisition needed brawns as much as brains.<br/>Last, there was a techpriest. Not sure what to think about him, the young cleric decided to postpone his judgment: for him the Emperor was the only god, the only religion, with their technology cult, the Mechanicus always struck Quintos as nearly heretics. But he was only a small pawn in the inquisition order, he didn't pretend to understand all the ways of it, nor he wanted. He would do just as he was told.<br/><br/>The ride down to the surface was gut-upsetting and Quintos fought hard to not throw up in the midst of his companions, while breakfast re-proposed itself in his mouth. But as he trod solid ground again he nearly regretted the sour taste as his senses were welcomed by the sharp scent of the hive world.<br/><em>"If Saint Philuppos was right, as he surely was, and sin could rot flesh and make it stink this world is indeed home of unnumbered sinners."</em>was Quintos first thought in the hangar.<br/><br/>Once formal procedures were completed it seemed the group was more interested in finding shelter than starting the investigation, something Quintos' zeal irked with.<br/>"Be in the Emperor grace and food and shelter will bestowed upon you, says the Word" he announced to the party "Better find this Marshal Lyon and put our time to good use, every moment that lapses the heresy grows stronger."