Sword of the Orange Dream

[Sciamach]

Inquisition Shuttle, interior,
Airspace above Ghawdex Mountains, Malta, Planet Malta
12/10/822 AS

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Espinosa was there, tying her hair back in a bun as Mendes approached, and began walking with him to the hatch of the freighter.


"Just about. Very curious the "Commune". They've been eager to work with us several times before and now it seems like they're chomping at the bit to talk here. Let's hope this is worth a trip."

With that, she grabbed the handrail of the gangway to the shuttle and vaulted herself up the stairs.

Once Tomas had boarded, the hatch closed, and the shuttle began to maneuver itself into a launching position. The Dromedary hovered for a moment just inside the lip of the hangar as the Mgarr decelerated, coming to a near-stop as the bleached freighter flung itself from the Destroyer, and gunned engines for a clearing in the ridges ahead.

The Inquisitor sat for a moment, playing with her gauntlet-- her face changing from a scowl, to a more neutral expression, to a un-contained smile of pride, and back to a scowl again, her attention drawn towards the cockpit. She stood behind the pilot, one hand on the chair and the other on the ceiling's rail as the Dromedary approached a vessel perched on a relatively flat mountainside, the name "Nergal's Flame" emblazoned along the hull.

The pilot spoke in a gruff voice, placing a hand on one of his headphones--

" Nergal's Flame this is the Inquisition Vessel Ambassador two, requesting permission to dock."

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[ sci·am·ach ]
/sīˈamək/

A simple, angry man casually working his way through life on a personal quest to acquire copious amounts of street cred.