"[code]THE OMNISSIAH WILL REWARD YOUR COMPLIANCE,[/code]" Gaelor said, inclining his head towards the Guardsman. He matched Safi's brisk pace and walked closely behind him, keeping a bionic eye on the hoodlums and other worthless vermin on the streets. Gaelor could hear faint gunfire and screams in the distance. He wasn't very fond of fighting and thought of it as a rather pointless exercise, especially when waged between flesh sacks among themselves. Gaelor understood the need to defend the Imperium against the daemon and the xeno well enough, but this? Utter nonsense. 

It would, therefore, be nice to have someone watching his back to do the fighting for him, Gaelor reasoned. "[code]YOU ARE NO LONGER IN ACTIVE SERVICE.[/code]" It was a statement, not a question, and Gaelor didn't wait for a response. "[code]MY OBJECTIVE IS TO MEET WITH A ROGUE TRADER IN ORDER TO BARGAIN FOR PASSAGE ON HIS VESSEL, WHICH DOCKED IN OUTPOST FIFTY-SEVEN'S ORBIT THIRTY-EIGHT MINUTES AGO. I REQUEST THAT YOU ACCOMPANY ME TO THIS MEETING AS MY SKITARIUS.[/code]" [i]What is it the uninitiated call them? Oh yes,[/i] he thought to himself. "[code]TECH-GUARD.[/code]"

After a second of silence, Gaelor remembered that humans wanted currency for these things. "[code]THERE WILL BE MONETARY COMPENSATION.[/code]" Awaiting Safi's response, Gaelor glanced at his data slate to estimate their position. They were closing in on the station port now. Good thing, too, as the sound of gunfire and combat and general unpleasantness drew nearer behind them.