The Knight sat opposite to her as the crew began to prepare for their departure. He wasn't certain if she was keeping something from him, but in the end it didn't matter. A Confessor was what he needed, and she was nothing if not willing. "Very good sister." He said, placing his weaponry on the seat beside him in easy reach. Unless he misread her and she worked for a secret occult order, he likely didn't need to worry about her taking any of his weapons for personal use during the flight. 

The runt shuttle lifted off in short order, thrumming as if alive and rising into the sky with only a short strain before they were off, flying northwest and steadily gaining speed. They would make their arrival before noon on the morrow. He saw Annika resting her head, and he took a cue from her and did the same. He'd need sleep to survive long enough to curse the Baron's name. 

His hand coiled into a fist at his blasphemous thinking, and Sister Annika would likely notice and increased frequency in his breathing as he berated himself for his thinking. The Baron was his master by divine mandate, whether he liked it or not. To question him was to go against his Knightly code, and as the shuttle reached the coastline, he wondered just how far he would fall if he continued to survive these missions. Perhaps it was better to die with his soul intact rather than live and be damned. 

The flight was relatively uneventful. Their arrival was the antithesis of that lull in time, as Orion would hear clamor in the front of the shuttle for a brief interval just prior to a flashing red light that awoke anyone in the back who was asleep. Suddenly, there was a depressurization and Orion's ear's popped painfully. He could barely hear the muted warning by the pilot of Vuldrok Raiders.  

There was a prevalent juxtaposition between the Priestess and the Knight as they both went about preparing without delay, Orion checking his weapons as Sister Annika need only to stand at attention. "Combat landing!?" Orion yelled over the noise of the air. In his squawker, he would hear the pilot's reply. 

"I'm not landing. Combat drop." 

Sister Annika cursed, but Orion simply steeled himself and pumped his shotgun loudly with one, strong hand. The other grabbed a landing suit to prepare himself. 
[@Penny]