Orion's cybernetic eye scanned the surroundings for a sidearm in the gloom, even though his "pupil" followed suit with the other and simply looked at the corpse splayed before the statue. Though his mind was on more than the dead man in front of them. He considered her words on her order, and realized if she was telling the truth then he was quite glad to have her along. He had always been accused of being an individualist. If such was true, another would be most welcome. It didn't hurt that her attitude was endearing so far. 

"I suppose you're likely used to bad news, judging by the Bishop laying into you. So I'll be forthright." The Knight looked behind them to make certain no one was threatening their position, and he unholstered his slug-loaded shotgun to carry at the ready as they walked together, making their way toward the shipyard on this fine night. Once they were relatively alone, he glanced up at the stars. "You've no doubt heard of William Rochfort, the Duke of Tolth." 

It was a name anyone with any sort of outside knowledge had heard stories of. The contradictory mad mystic who also happened to be one of the most conservative members of the church. "The very one who commanded the Inquisition on Tolth and slaughtered untold thousands from sheer paranoia. Even the church did not sanction his 'purge' after he began to target citizens at random. It's why I speak on it so blatantly, though I have a suspicion that the Baron and the Bishop don't heavily disagree with his methods in private company. But it's not him we're after." 

The shipyard rose into view, junkers and starships rose and fell with loud air whooshing in the distance. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon. Not for the first time did Orion lament that one day very soon, the sun would no longer rise over this world. "His purge killed many who weren't pagans or rebels, but the brutal treatment did incite rebellion in those that were there. We're to go and kill the heretics and put a stop to their operations." 

His understatement at the monumental task he just confessed to was likely not lost on the Priestess. The Knight slung his shotgun back into place, and he turned and looked at her to gauge her reaction as they entered the hanger, halting in the line for the facial recognition to get their passports. The Baron would have sent in their transcripts the moment their audience with the Bishop had been concluded. He seemed hesitant to continue, hoping she realized that there was no way to win in this situation. Either they died in the service of a madman, or they achieved victory and aided in his mad purge. 

He spoke to her in a hushed tone. "Sister, if you don't wish to come with me, I won't say anything if you were to get lost in the crowds." 

A line of light ran across his face, and his identification splayed across the screen above him. They were to take a "Runt Shuttle" across the planet and arrive before the next night, from the information gleamed on the screen. 
[@Penny]