<div class="floatleft">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee48/Gevaden/Garviel2_zps262de298.jpg)</div>The shuttle ride wasn't the most pleasant thing he had ever experienced, the lower quality ships could rarely handle just about anything in a graceful manner. That being said, something as minor as a shuttle ride wasn't going to have Garviel complaining. He kept his seat with mild comfort, enjoying his lho-stick and just waited it out.<br/><br/>His eyes ran to each of the others for a moment. The Zealot he disliked already. They made him uncomfortable, or at least brought up variables that made thinks awkward. He had no problem shouting 'For the Emperor!' once in a while, but Terra was far away. The Techpriest was more to his liking. They offered more, he found. If he had to pick between his equipment well attended to and his soul, he'd take the equipment. His soul had never jammed in a fight, it seemed to be in working order. Then there was the sisters. Attractive twin sisters. They probably did everything together. Perhaps when the job was done with thrones in hand and drinks were to be had, they'd do<em>him</em>together.<br/><br/>When the shuttle came to a stop the assassin Garviel stepped up and pulled up his things, slinging the backpack over one shoulder and the rifle over another. He moved out with the rest of them before being confronted by the gentleman in the red robe. "Garviel Ored." he gave his own name after one of the twins offered their names.