Ray heard a couple voices, a guardsman and a commissar. Suddenly his commbead squealed painfully loud in his ear. [b]"Me ok inquisitor!"[/b] The Ogryn certainly didn't do subtle. Ray wondered why they bothered going undercover at all. 

"It's Interrogator, big guy. In-terr-o-ga-tor." Sure enough, Grav was off, climbing out of the life-pod, and not listening. "Its like teaching flakboard." Ray muttered. He got up out of the cockpit and walked towards the back exit. 

And now that the felid was out of the bag, people were lining up to take his orders. A cogboy started introducing herself. [i]Wait, would she be a cogboy or a cog-girl?[/i] Ray wondered. A guardswoman hopped up after the techpriestess. [i]Clearly one from one of those regiments where more work was put into making the troops' uniforms perfect than anything useful.[/i] Ray's first impression was one of annoyance. He disliked her attitude, he disliked her volume, he just disliked her. "Go..." Ray searched his mind for something for her to do to get her out of his face. "Go check on him," He gestured towards Igam, who as far as he could tell, was out cold. Or was dead. Hopefully the former.

Ray stepped past her and hopped out of the life-pod hatch, where he immediately fell to his hands and knees and vomited. [i]I am so glad that I'm not an Inquisitor. This would be so undignified.[/i] After emptying his stomach, he took a look around. Sure enough, it was an island, like the nav-computer said: a beach was hardly 50 meters from the craft. The pod was surrounded by trees in every direction except behind it; it had ploughed through quite a few. So far as the eye could see, there was nothing. No wildlife, no people, nothing, except the distinctive caw of crows in the distance. He went back inside the craft for his portable cogitator. The maps on there would definitely have more info on this place.