Titus nervously fidgeted with his equipment as they approached Erathell; ensuring his pistol, eyepiece, and cogitator were all functioning at peak performance. The prospect of being sent on a bona fide covert op was equal parts exciting and terrifying, and quite frankly, he hadn't the slightest clue as to what his own role in the retinue would end up being. From what he could tell, they seemed to have every base covered, and his rather lackluster addition didn't even seem necessary. For what reason was he sent to join them? [b]Who[/b] would've ordered such a change? 

	The boy's fingers pressed firmly into his eyes as he listened to the expanded briefing. Sure the generalized explanation of the operation's scope were useful, but Titus was a scribe; not a psyker-- he needed fine details in order to know where he'd need to focus the few skills he had. A paper trial couldn't be pulled from thin air after all! He needed cabinets, and files, and transcripts, and documents if he hoped to be of any use!

	Having remained lost in his own thoughts whilst in transit, Titus found a wide, enthusiastic grin creeping across his face as the Typhon entered the Stratosphere.  He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he'd gotten to walk planetside, and it was a welcome change to the stuffy, recycled air of a void ship. The moment the ship landed, Titus wasted no time gunning for the door; excited to breath some fresh air, only to nearly collide with a very angry Celestian.  The young scribe's entire body seemed to shrink as he was reprimanded; his very bones cowed by the Celestian's fury. [color=orange]"I... I Understand Celestian Andromedai."[/color] he whimpered in response; his face devoid of the excitement he had shown just moments before, [color=orange]"It shall not happen again."[/color] 

	Heeding the Sister's words, Titus took a moment to lower the setting of his collar to three, hoping to avoid causing any more trouble for the retinue, or himself. 

He could only hope for the best.
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	Though he had been following orders, Titus could already tell that turning down the collar was a mistake. A slight prickling sensation danced across his skin every so often; the sensation like an icy static. It was without a doubt a bad omen. Nonetheless, Titus had a job to do-- and his primary concern at the moment was ensuring that the main contingent of chaos devotees in the hive weren't able to get a proper warning of the Inquisition's arrival. Depending on how far the corruption had spread, Titus suspected there was going to be a mole carefully kept in the Planetary Governor's company as a form of insurance. [color=orange]"Governor Nickolai, if possible, I'd like a digital map of your estate, as well as a roster of those that work within it' wall."[/color] Titus spoke, having waited until after the others had asked their own questions.