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Drake was halfway up the boarding ramp of the shuttle when, much to his surprise and very real annoyance, he was accosted by numerous members of his 'bridge crew' that he had actually almost forgotten completely about. The incident at Outpost 57, though still seared into his mind and memory for all time, was something he had tried extremely hard to forget...but he could not forget, not with at least several of his crew members being survivors from that doomed port. It vexed him greatly that one of those surviviors had to be Lithalia Blissponis, the last living member of a once-great criminal family, now a constant pain in his arse.

Allowing his Armsmen to board the shuttle ahead of him, the refined gentleman who also happened to be a Rogue Trader turned back to look at the faces. Yes, they were all there! Lithalia Blissponis in all her flabby glory, Artyom Barkov the religious nut-job who was accused of something that Drake didn't entirely disapprove of, and the pious Sister Mycandra Castell (and the waif that made up the second part of that double act). In all honesty, he'd always wondered what it would be like to bed a member of the Sororitas, but he'd never attempted it because he valued his genitals being attached to his body too much.

"Don't worry. It isn't because you both missed the last sermon or to complain about the size of the chapel. It's more just an informal visit to see how you're going."

"Well then, praise the God-Emperor for small mercies, ey?" Chimed Drake with a chuckle, dutifully making the sign of the Aquila across his chest, [i]now if he would only rid me of Blimponis over there[/i] he thought to himself, giving her his best 'I hate you but will pretend that I actually enjoy your company' expression.

"Lord Drake, I shall require passage for myself and my page to the surface of this planet to replace the stock of supplies I have lost. I am certain you would be willing to oblige.”

Looking over the heads of those already crowding him, he cast his gaze over the Sister of Battle and flashed her his best smile - not that he thought it would really have an effect on her, except showing her that he was a benevolent sort of leader - giving a curt nod of his head, "you are more than welcome to accompany us, Sister. You and your...companion there." Something about that boy gave him the willies, something just not right about him.

"If you'll all follow me, we shall soon get underway."

Once they were all aboard, the passenger section closed in with a hiss of the rising ramp and a loud [b]thump[/b] as it sealed the shuttle, Drake took a moment to compose himself. Making sure that his weapons were within easy reach, his green and black jacket - taken from the stores of a Guard regiment he had never even been a part of, the Ninty-Sixth Sasan Rifles - free of creases and his trousers, a deep blue with a crimson stripe down the centre of the outer leg, held well in place by his belt. Lastly he checked his hair, tied in a top-knot on his head, his lips curving into a smile unseen within the darkness of the shuttle bay, devilish red light being the only thing illuminating the shuddering interior.

It was not long before they landed, setting down a mile or so outside of a settlement known planet wide for its less-than-savoury inhabitants. Some might well have seen the shuttle, some may even be on their way, but Drake was not really concerned about much at all...at least not until he exited the shuttle, his eyes looking toward [i]Nab's Holdout[/i], and had them widen somewhat when an explosion of white light and the sound of firearms exchanging shots could both be heard and seen coming from the settlement.

"Emperor's shrivelled bollocks," came the expletive, one hand already reaching for the chain-axe dangling from his hip, "form a line, loose spread, and keep pace with us," he ordered the Armsmen, "we're going in."

[Hider=Please read, ya'll] Okie dokie, as with most of my RP's you can preeetty much do what you like from this point; if you wish to race ahead, do so. If you want to hang back, do that. Want to kill a couple of folks, meet with a drunk Navigator? Sure thang. I will be watching.[/hider]