[b]+ENVIROMENTAL UPDATE PROCESSING, OUTER SCAN AND DIAGNOSTICS PROGROMS RUNNING+[/b]

A distinct pattern of whirs and beeps could be heard emitting from the figure swathed in long, thick light red robes. The hunched figure stepped out of the transport with a series of audible and heavy clanks, signalling that he was most likely heavier than his size suggested. On his back sat a largely moitonless pack, a myriad of mechanical arms folded and dormant against it, save for one thick metallic limb ending in a powerful servo claw which held a data-slate before the figure with surprising delicacy as he scrawled over it with his organic left hand. His righthand was currently a simple three fingered 'hand'. It simply spun and whirred in place, largely idle. Cables ran from his back to what seemed to be a glowing panel sticking out from his chest.

[b]+INITIAL SCANS COMPLETE. AIR - TERRAN ANALOUGE, NON-TOXIC, REDUNDANT SCRUBBERS DEACTIVATED FOR POWER CONSERVATION.+[/b]

A burst of binary emitted from his cyberneic throat, and behind him now walked two servitors. The braindead automatons each carried a pair of extremely large crates with Mechanicus seals on them and followed the Tech Priest closely. He saddled up alongside the Inquisitor as he spoke with the sisters. He scarecly gave the Sisters themselves a glance but lingered on their armour, weapons and vehicles for a short time before returning to his data-slate. It was impossible to tell however if he was even reading it, for his 'eyes' didn't move. Three bright green orbs could be seen beneath the hood where several large cables ran into, as further bursts of binary mixed witht he whirring and beeping of his systems as he ran his routine checks upon landing

[b]+GRAVITY LEVELS - 97% SURFACE GRAVITY COMPARED TO TERRA. 22% TO MARs.+
+PLANET CLASSIFICATION - SHRINE WORLD+
+OXYGENATION OF-+
+NATIVE TOXIN COUNT 8-+
+ATMOSPHERIC DENSITY OF-+[/b]

He largely ignored the stream of new data, having loaded much of it into his cogitators already, but letting his mechanical parts acclimate from both pre and post landing was a redundant if extremely important ritual for him. He largely ignored the gunfire and general chaos, aside from noting calibers, likely makes, weapon origins, and the myriad of violations to holy machines he could see in the immediate area. The Arbites had illegally modified their Taurus to increase its speed as well as attaching further, [i]non-regulation[/i] armoured plating. All minor, all things he would bring up as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Machine spirits must be livid. As the Inquisitor and Sister spoke his cogitators picked out anything interesting or of even minor use to him. Notes about a possible cult, meaning a high likely-hood of illegal Tech heresy, as well as possible unique mutant specimens for study. He largely ignored the overal conversation, most if it largely pointless to him, aside from the names of those now missing in addition to the Inquisitor they had been sent to find.

As they were beckoned to board the Rhino's another burst of binary sent the servitors to the second Rhino to place and secure his precious cargo within. Ortiz himself accompanied the Inquisitor and sat directly next to him, still recording and analyzing the conversation around him. He largely disregarded the Inquisitors promise of safety, he knew the shpeell by heart seeing as he had recorded it the first time it had been uttered to him five years past. It was reassuring, but a sentiment Ortiz saw as unnecassary. His arrangement of sleeping quarters was... odd, and Ortiz made a memo to inquire further about it later during an examination. As the Inquisitor finished speaking the Tech Priest finally dayned to lift his head to the Sister Superior, a burst of binary filling the air before he seemed to pause, as if he were switching gears, before speaking in gothic tinged by and filtered through his vox. [b][i]+I wil require several things in order to - 1. Aid in Inquisitor Karthis' investigation - 2. Provide medical services for him and other Inquisition personnel - 3. Continue my research. I will need access to all records available to you, as well as your medical facilities and a location to set up my laboratory.+[/i][/b], he paused again, as if cycling through to his next statement so unpractised he was at using it. [b][i]+I am Genetor Ortiz Freelon, of the Adeptus Mechanicus - Sup division Adeptus Biologis.+[/i][/b], a short introduction no doubt added in the hopes of better speaking with non-Tech Priests.