Dark Heresy: Illumination

[Tyyr]

0607

"The convent has no battle sisters," she said simply. "They may have a chiurgeon though." Phebia took a few steps away from the group and pulled the vox Ferringo had given her out. Adjusting the frequency she raised it to her lips. "This is Sister Phebia of the Order of Our Martyred Lady calling the Abbey of the Dawn, come back."

[Aaron]

0608 Day Three:

Amidst the hissing, buzzing and squawking of the vox you can make out a voice, "This is Abby of Dawn, send Sister."

[Tyyr]

0608

"Sister, I need to speak with your Prioress," she replied.

[Aaron]

0608-0615 Day Three:

"Wait Sister, Abby of Dawn out." The vox continues to hiss and crackle for several minutes before a different voice comes over the speaker, "Sister this is the Prioress, what do you require?"

[Tyyr]

0615

"Prioress, this is Sister Phebia of the Order of our Martyred Lady. I am on planet with an inquisitional team. We will soon be seeing combat but we regrettably lack a field medic. If you have anyone who could serve in that capacity we would be indebted."

[Aaron]

0615 Day Three:

"Sister, we have medics but we do not have transport. You will need to bring the wounded to us or come pick one of them up."

[Tyyr]

0615

"A moment." Phebia lowered the vox and kept her finger off the transmit key. "Do we want to pick a Sister up or shall we play ambulance if something untoward happens?"

[Aaron]

0615 Day Three:

Ferringo looks up from his seat and replies, "I will have a craft pick her up and meet us at the rally point along with whatever extra firepower we require."

[Tyyr]

0615

Phebia nodded and keyed her vox. "We'll be sending transport Prioress, please make sure the Sister is well equipped, this will not be a quiet assignment."

[Aaron]

0615 Day Three:

"Understood Sister, I shall pray for your parties safety just as I will pray for hers. The Emperor protects." At that he vox resumes making it's various noises and Ferringo rises from his seat. "Right, we better go. Gather your kit." He strides off to the Valkyries and signals the troops to mount up.

[Lighthawk]

0615, day three

Haxta stands up from the edge of the truck bed, having been silently watching. She turns to regard the vehical. "I guess we'll be leaving this here then? Pity, to condem it to rust and ruin."

[Aaron]

0615 Day Three:

"Put it's spirit at peace then, we'll save it from such a fate", Ferringo calls over his shoulder.

[Tyyr]

0615

Phebia hustled up to the truck and retrieved her pack. "I'd hurry up priestess, I don't think this truck will be here much longer." She hustled towards the Valkyries.

[Lighthawk]

0615, day 3

Haxta's eyes went wide, and it was easy enough to imagine her mouth hanging open behind her mask. "He doesn't really mean to...oh damn." Hurriedly, she recieted a few lines of prayer, nothing all that elegant in the rush, but it was the best she felt she had time for. Snatching her own rucksack, Haxta laid a hand on the side of the truck in a wistful way, as if to apologize. Then she took off after Phebia, determined not to look back.

[Mikey]

0615 - Milo watched the tech-priestess and grinned slightly as he took the whistle, mirror, and vox unit from his pack and pocketed them in his fatigues. "You remind me of someone," he said simply, then his typical stern expression returned as he trussed his pack and stalked toward the Valkyrie.