The Central Temple-- Marcus and Isabella make their way into the church. As usual, they note, friezes of the Emperor and other Saints are displayed on every surface. Imperial Aquilas are etched into every surface and street deacons bless the local miners and smelter-menials as they walk by, exhorting them to faith in the Emperor and sacrifice for the Imperium.
As they make their way inside the temple, many of the preachers and temple-staff take note of Sister Isabella's distinctive armor and soon they are approached by a man in a robe woven of cloth-of-gold and inlaid with rubies and diamonds. "May the peace of the Emperor be upon you brother and sister. What can we do for you this afternoon?"
The Medicae Station-- Addicus, Aridha and Blake make their way to the Medicae station. You note that the medical staff is quietly evacuating the patients that can be moved. Scarlet-robed nurses, medics, surgeons and doctors are running around everywhere. Your group goes over to the Records area where a flash of Inquisitor Loren's Rosette is enough to get you unfettered access to the work logs.
The number of muggings/murders/missing persons is unchanged over the past few months. The number of work-related injuries and deaths is unchanged as well. Starting a month ago, however, there have been eight unexplained murders/accidents per week.
Ahrida notes that 8 is the number sacred to chaos (noting the skull-faced eight-pointed iron star of chaos as a fairly iconic cult icon throughout the galaxy). It would seem, on the surface, that a chaos cult is present an active on this world.
The Commercia-- After finishing their conversation with the ganger (GM Note: don't let me cut you short there, ask any questions you might have an take any actions you might take) Kai and Dante make their way over to the Commercia, a massive beige ceramite dome. In short, its a madhouse inside as hawkers, barters and out-system miners compete with local suppliers, off-world importers, and smelter, temple and Administratum menials for attention and credits. Alarm klaxons wail in the background but can't really be heard over the day-to-day tidal wave of sound coming from the Commercia. Kai realizes that this is the place to find whatever one could want on this backwater world, from foodstuffs and ores, to knowledge and joy-girls and other, darker addictions such as gladstones, flects and obscura.
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