Stukov had gotten used to Smiles and her manner of simply warping into places, as was her method arrival and moving around the place. He'd wonder how much that grated on the Navigator, but he typically left the mutant to his own devices. He had a job to do, and an armsman pestering him wouldn't do that any favors at all. Still, he gave the psyker a nod and a smirk as she commented on his apparent ability to arrive promptly before anyone else in the retinue typically. Producing the data slate and waggling it briefly, he made a deadpan remark and letting it hang just long enough to sound serious before shaking his head. He had no means of teleporting, and probably didn't want any either, he'd spent enough time in the warp to last him several lifetimes. [color=598527]"Teleportation, rigged to key locations. Joking, let's just say there probably isn't too many other people who could traverse this ship conventionally as fast as I can. Experience has its perks Smiles."[/color]

	Returning the data-slate to his coat, Stukov noted as the tech priestess wandered in. She was trouble, he figured, you didn't see her kind wandering all on their own very often, least from what he'd heard and seen. Still, she was part of the retinue, and as she babbled on about being prank victims and asking after their 'advantageous statistical probabilities' and the idea of emergency modifications. Nah, he was mostly intact, last thing he needed was to willingly go lopping off limbs and body parts for augmentations of dubious origins. So watching her wander in, he chimed in idly to her remarks and considered the situation, was polite enough by most accounts. [color=598527]"Alive and well enough Cogs, I'll pass on the modifications. Save those for when something nasty enough to get a limb or three off me manages to do just that. Then we can talk modifications."[/color]

	Celeste chimed back in, seemed since they were all here, they were ready to go. Looking back as a younger kid came up, stating that he was a scribe and was assigned to the retinue. Since when? And Celeste didn't go asking either? That was strange, one could almost consider concerning given that sort of last minute change was somewhat unusual. Still, he gave the kid a look over. Typical inquisitorial style coat, free of ornamentation fortunately, ceramite of some sort underneath, least he wasn't going to get perforated by a stiff breeze. Fancy looking sword on the hip, wonder if he knew his way around that kind of weapon or not. Regardless, seems he got stuck with this more than volunteered if he had to hazard the guess. [color=598527]"Welcome to the club, Kid. Keep your head down, and nerves steady, and you'll be alright. Eh, probably. Maybe. Nah, definitely probably. Throne willing."[/color]

	Shrugging, mostly to himself, the armsman turned to follow the rest of the retinue into Celeste's personal little toy. He could make all sorts of jokes about that, really, but he saved those for another time. Settling into a seat and locking in, he seemed fairly comfortable hurtling through space, more comfortable than he would be on the ground to be quite frank. Still, he listened again as Celeste ran through the mission brief again. Local governor sent a call for help to the Inquisition, which still set off all sorts of red flags. Most sane folk don't go calling to the Inquisition for help, though he kept that to himself until at least the re-brief was done. Slaaneshi or Tzeentch forces, possibly working together. He wasn't sure which he hated more, though it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. Both needed forcefully and thoroughly ground back into the warp, the more stunning their failures the better. Still, as the simple and brief, well, briefing wrapped up and the option for questions was given, Stukov chimed in.

	[color=598527]"How much is the betting pool at that this 'Nickoli' is as corrupt as the rest, just not as bright and trying to make a name for himself? That aside, if things are that deeply corrupt, not sure I'd consider our informant, high up as he is, to be even remotely reliable, Throne forbid trustworthy. As for discreet, well, least we're subtler than an Astartes kill team."[/color] Smiles was...not what anyone would consider discreet, in form and function, and he doubted Cogs was much better, given her name for the others, himself included, was Prank Victim number. As for the Kid, well, at least he looked unassuming for the most part, but that didn't mean a thing in this line of work. He could pass as a merc or a body guard easily enough, the coat and non standard armor worked wonders there. Still, they'd no doubt see how long discreet lasted before things broke down into an open war.