<strong>Aboard the <em>Broken Coin</em> Transport, In Orbit of Archaos Hive World</strong><br/><br/>"Right this way." The young lad assigned to the acolytes as a guide in the cavernous Transport's twisting corridors and access routes kept waving at them like an overeager dog. Hurrying down a yet another rusty old ladder he dropped the last couple feet onto his feet with a loud thud, then smirking and gesturing the group to follow along.<br/><br/>"The captain said the shuttle is ready to get going, and you best get aboard or you'll have to wait till it returns!" The lad hummed as he hurried to a yet another corridor, leading the way through the twisting passages. Whoever had designed the ship had decided that sturdy construction and maximised cargospace was far more important than having straight paths to follow when trying to get from one destination to another. Belonging to a minor Rogue Trader family in decline, it was the fastest transport their Inquisitor had available though.<br/><br/>Their instructions had only unlocked after they entered the planet's atmosphere, the dataslab's encryption opening before them.<br/><br/><em>From the Office of Inquisitor Thorolf<br/><br/>Acolytes,<br/><br/>This mission is intended to test your abilities, and to ascertain your readiness in the service of the God Emperor. Your worth will be carefully estimated depending on the outcome of this mission. Use your own judgement whether or not to call for reinforcements if the threat proves too much for you, but bear in mind that this will affect your evaluation. <br/><br/>The estimated threat is Hereticus Minoris. Planet Archaos is a hive world with more than a few local problems, but in the recent months we have received troubling news about several nobles going missing, and recently the Planetary Governor petitioned for assistance in tracking down the suspected cultists on the planet. <br/><br/>Archaos had a history of heretical activity, with a number of cults having been exterminated in its halls before. The underhive's gangers are likewise a threat, but your investigation does not begin with them, but the high spires of the imperial nobility. Upon arrival you will find a reasonably trustworthy assistance from Marshal Lyon of the Arbites. Nobody is above suspicion, but the Marshal has proven valuable ally in the past and should be able to provide you with further information if necessary. <br/><br/>On final note: Success and above average evaluation on this mission will result in a (brief) 'vacation' period of investigating one of the cults of the nearby Pleasure world of Askelphion Secundus. Severe failure earns punishment detail on feral world Lacusta.<br/><br/>Emperor Protect you.</em><br/><br/>Included with the message is a short planetary description in a short text form. The datapad seems to be empty except for the short message and the planetary information, displaying only those two pages. The World Information is dated half a year old, relatively new as such.<br/><br/><em>World Information<br/>Population: 17 billion<br/>Tithe Grade: Exactus Median<br/>Geography: Two primary continents, one completely covered with Hive Spires, other strip-mined and holding several old mining towns. <br/>Government Type: Adeptus Terra<br/>Planetary Governor: Governor Alexander Drak<br/>Adept Presence: Administratum, Adeptus Arbites.<br/>Military: Planetary Defense Force (Medium Force)<br/>Trade: Exports ammunition, weapons, ship-components and raw recruits for Imperial Guard. Imports metals, chemicals, food supplies.</em><br/><br/>Reaching the hangar finds the crew in front of an old shuttle that looks like its seen better days, with its paintjob scarred and its surface showing spots patched up with new plates amidst old and worn ones. Nonetheless, its spaceworthy and within it lies row of seats facing one another, as well as a section already loaded to the brim with metal crates. Out of the Ten seats, two are already taken, the remaining eight still waiting for the passengers. The smell of fuel is thick in the air and nauseating as the fumes seem to be spreading along the cargobay, but none of the deck crew seem concerned about it. None of them are smoking though.<br/><br/>"About time you showed up! Get in and get going!" A portly, middle-aged man shouted annoyedly, holding an aged datapad in his hand. Gesturing at the shuttle he mutters angrily as he stomps off towards the cockpit along the shuttle's side, while your guide turns to face you. "Is this the first time for any of you doing re-entry? I got some sedative pills. They take the edge off the... well, you know." He shrugged. "Cause if you vomit on yourself dont expect a change of clothes."