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Bharek seems about to deny Sejah's request when Elan speaks up. He scowls from behind his faceplate, the lines on his forehead deepening. "Fine, but go quickly. We will want their information while we are still on the ship. There are extra vac suits in the transport if need be." He turns to the two survivors, "I'm sure you're ready to be off this wreck anyway."

Elan meekly raises his hand in response to Bharek. "Can we take these helmets off yet?"

"If you wish, Elan, but we're going to have to suit back up eventually. And breathing the ambient air in here is not apt to be a...pleasant experience."

"Orders, sir?"

Bharek calmly watches the exchange between his team members and the castaways, his face still impassive. "We commence the investigation. Larimore, once you have finished your rites, please see if you can access the ship's computers and extract any information about the attack. Rakti, I'd like you to take a survey of the immediate area and see how much of the ship we can gain access to from here. Double check against the schematics, make sure you're not missing any back doors. And keep your eyes open for anything out of the ordinary. Sejah, I want you to take a standard SOLAR refugee debriefing for these two; appended as you see fit to suit the circumstances. Elan, unless you have anything else to offer, I'd like you to supplement Sejah's interview by asking follow-up questions. Listen with an open mind and question assumptions. I want you all to be as quick and thorough as possible. Keep the comm chatter to a minimum but report in if something seems significant. Questions?" Bharek searches the faces of those assembled as he raises his hand to catch the clip slowly spinning in his direction.

Bharek, himself still unarmed, reveals his ISPD holoID, and says, "We are sanctioned government agents, we are not here to bargain. If we'd wanted you dead, we'd have shot by now. I advise that you set your weapon down and thank the Twelve that we are here at all." Bharek had been making a quick scan of the room, but his eyes finally locked onto Grundy's, "Set the weapon down and we can get along to the business of rescuing you."

Steve:

Bharek made a subtle palm-down gesture to Rakti, staying her action, but not waving her off completely. He cleared his throat while still comms off, then keyed his external vox, his voice strong and calm, "Stand down, citizen. We are a House Osorus authorized ISPD expeditionary force investigating the attack on this ship. We are here to rescue any survivors we discover..." Bharek paused and raised an eyebrow, "And neutralize any threats. Please consider which of those two you'd rather be classified as."

Bharek allows Elan a moment to get his bearings and move fully into the shaft before entering it himself and stepping up the corner onto the 'wall'. He quietly acknowledged each incoming report and once the initial survey was complete he engaged his own comm. "Team secure in shaft CZ-17. Activating force field." He knelt and let the black metal egg click magnetically to the wall by it's slightly wider end. After double checking the series of etching indication field orientation he activated the bit of spellware eliciting a brief crackle of static from the communication gear before the transponders compensated. The small indicator light on the top of the device blinked yellow three times and then shifted to a steady ice blue. "Alright, we have full seal. Nonetheless, suits stay on until the interior atmosphere is verified and analyzed." Bharek craned his neck back slightly for a full view of the others, all maglocked at a perpendicular angle to him. "Larimore, you may disengage the vacuum locks and enter the ship proper. Hull integrity has been confirmed for all areas immediately adjoining this shaft between the A97 service hatch and Deck 8. Proceed at your discretion." Bharek exhaled a long, slow breath. The odds were high that the interior of this ship was going to be a grim sight. He could only hope that this would go smoothly so that they could return to the Negotiator as soon as possible.

Bharek gave a bare smile at the elf so readily stepping into her role as scout, and looked at the others, and engaged his comm, "Alright, people. This is only the beginning. Let's get done here as quickly as possible. Everyone into the shaft and I'll bring up the rear." Bharek surreptitiously glances down to ensure that Elan's grav boots are engaged and recheckes his own as well. He stares levelly down (up?) the shaft and gives a quiet sigh. Through his helmet he is seen to whisper something that he chose not to transmit.

"Camping supplies are one of the few things we can rely on from the Legionnaires. The basics at least. If anyone has more extravagant needs feel free to accommodate them from here. Additionally, Kirinth has a fairly well stocked munitions depot, so as long as your weapons accept standard clips, propellant, and energy packs we should be able to resupply there."

After a brief pause Bharek continues, "Very well. As representative of the ISPD and House Osorus I will be leading this mission, but you are all experts and will be necessary for this investigation to succeed. Specifically: Sejah, you are primarily responsible for security, as well as aiding in the peaceful relations with individuals not directly involved in our mission. Rakti, you will serve as our advance scout, where your perception and speed can be best put the to use. Elan, your task is to monitor environmental hazards, as well as oversee the execution of any bivouacking should such become necessary. Larimore, we will need to supervise our communications and requisitions if necessary, in addition to watching for any mechanical hazards. I ask that you all voice your findings and opinions openly, and raise any concerns you have even if they do not fall directly into your area of expertise. However, I would also like to remind you that violating a direct order constitutes a criminal offense, which will be prosecuted to the extent of Osorus law.

"There is only enough time for a few more shuttle runs before we will starcast away from Khalesh. If there is anything you will require - even feel that you might require - I strongly advise you to pick it up here. There is no telling what manner of supplies we will have access to once we are on Kirinth."

Bharek glanced down to his datapad and flicked out a couple of lines with his stylus. "Our next meeting will be at the shuttle that will take us to the ruined mercenary ship. You will be contacted one hour before expected to arrive there, at an estimated time of 1.32.52.19 Imperial. In a few minutes, Khalesh liaisons will arrive to negotiate any supplies you require. In the meantime, are there any other questions or comments?"

Bharek punctuated each reply with a terse nod. "Excellent. Follow me please." He turned sharply on his heel and strode back in the direction of the lift. As he walked he slid his datapad out of it's case, and tapped out a few brief commands. He wordlessly guided the small party up several levels, and through a handful virtually identical corridors, pausing only occasionally to proffer the proper identification. A final electronic checkpoint granted them access to a spartan briefing room - no more than six angular chairs arrayed around a matte black table, the stark lighting highlighting the utter lack of decoration on the walls. Bharek stepped to the table and set his attache case upon it. He removed 4 slim datareaders each with a small ISPD stamp in the corner and passed them out to the assembled company. "Please sit, I'll make this as concise as possible. These files contain what House Osorus considers to be pertinent knowledge on the Kirinth system for the purposes of this mission. Please review them as completely as possible given the time we have pre-mission, paying special attention to your respective areas of expertise."

"Now to the mission. In brief, the purpose of this expedition is to find out who it is that destroyed The Bringer of Reason and what their motivations were. Our first stop will be to a mercenary ship that was attacked in the Kirinth system asteroid belt as it was en route to Kirinth Prime to serve as reinforcement. This is no more than a formality - we will be the first ship under Osorus' auspice to travel through that subsector so we need merely confirm that there are no survivors nor anything of use to the House left in the wreckage. From there we will proceed to the Bringer of Reason to begin our investigation proper. Once we have learned all we can there, Brother Larimore will formally decommission the ship. The bulk of the mission will take place on Kirinth Prime itself. We will rendezvous with Legionnaire Asturian at the Osorus outpost on the planet's surface, and set up our base of operations. Past that our course depend entirely upon what our investigation uncovers, with certain concession to the needs of Elan and his specialized analysis of the integrity of Kirinth Prime's ecosystem and agriculture in the wake of the attack. It is also worth noting that this team has been detailed two security personnel, Rakti and Sejah. While they will hopefully prove unnecessary, we must assume the worst and prepare for it. There is no predetermined termination of this mission - we are to pursue answers until our results have satisfied both House Osorus and my superiors in the ISPD."

Bharek cleared his throat and glanced around the table, "Are there any questions pertaining to the mission parameters before I go on?"

The metal lift doors slid open and Bharek watched as slowly all eyes in the room turned towards him. He took one step out and let the elevator swish shut behind him. His long, dark, close-fit coat with scarlet epaulets and trim let everyone in the room know that he was a member of the ISPD on official business. And Bharek hated it. The coat he wore looked as fresh and pressed as the day it was made with good reason - he never wore it unless he had to. He hated that an article of clothing could transform him from a person to object of terror. He hated that the organization whose badge he now wore was synonymous with suspicion and oppression. But most of all, he hated the fact that in the eyes of anyone who saw him in this uniform he was now one of Them, and that he had to overcome all of the baggage that came with that. But at the same time, jurisdiction is jurisdiction and if he wanted to have an impact on a wider scale then it was necessary to make some sacrifices. One could only do so much from the city desk.
He spotted the two pairs of Human men and Elven women almost immediately but took a moment to visually scan the entirety of the observation deck. His eyes lingered for a moment on the scarred face of Khalesh, and his jaw clenched slightly. At last the dark skinned Dwarf strode across the room to join the small group, his boots clicking sharply over the sound of haltingly restarting conversations. Bharek came to a stop a few feet away from them and looked up into each of their eyes. "Antares, Merahvyr, Nadhu, and Sunshadow. I am Lieutenant Bharek Jorgenson of the ISPD. We will be working together for the next few months at minimum, and our mission begins exceedingly soon. I would like to discuss some protocol as immediately as possible, but I am aware that your meeting with Captain Nokovros ended not too long ago. Do any of you require any refreshment or have any duties that need be attended to before we begin?" Bharek spoke with a rich baritone, but far from the expected Dwarven brogue, he inflected his words with the rolling aspirations of a native speaker of Draconic. He clasped his hands behind his back and waited for his new team members to respond.

Truly, the workings of the Empire were vast and complex, and what few tiny cogs related to Bharek personally were so far removed from their eventual function as to at times be utterly incomprehensible. It was not the team he'd have chosen. He went over the dossiers for the fifth time, his eyes tracing over the nearly memorized text. Sunshadow's was the last, and the briefest. Bharek had an inherent distrust for individuals who had lived 'off the grid' for any length of time but the Druid seemed like a fairly straight arrow. He closed the file down and was about to open Antares' again when he glanced out the shuttle's viewport and noticed the stars were moving. So, the Negotiator had arrived.
Bharek stowed his personal datapad in it's reinforced steel case, and withdrew a small collapsible folder from his bag. He glanced out the viewport again just in time to notice the last glimmering stars disappear behind the overwhelming bulk of the battlecruiser. Bharek smiled quietly into himself as he felt the small shuttle enter the Negotiator's gravitation field. It was Osorus policy to keep their capital ship's on board gravity set .1g higher than standard. A small enough difference that those who lived and worked on ship adjusted completely, and those who were merely visiting...well, they felt the 'weight' of the situation in a very real sense.
The shuttle docked with a cool buzz of machinery and the triple green circle of atmospheric integrity illuminated above the door. Bharek glanced about to ensure he had all his personal items on him - the bulk of his gear would be taken to his assigned room by the ship's porters. He tugged at the hem of his tapered black ISPD dress coat, felt to make sure his datapad and personal comm were in their proper place, grasped his black leather attache case and tucked the binder under his arm. The door slid back with a hiss and he was immediately greeted by a Osorus Legionnaire. He produced the first of many waves of identification from the folder - an encrypted datachip that produced a rotating hologram of his head superimposed over the ISPD logo when slotted into the legionnaire's datapad. Signed papers, notarized orders, retinal scans, and genetic analysis were all scrutinized in turn until at last Bharek was presented with an arcanoreactive screen onto which he cast his personal Arcane Mark. The screen throbbed a dull blue of acceptance and then displayed the lounge where his team was currently assembled.
He synchronized his comm and the ship guided him through it's corridors and levels to the observation deck.

Need to do other things right now, I will finish this and engage the party in a bit.

FIRSTLOL!!!1! Let's do this, folks.

Also, Bharek is up and ready to rock. Insomuch as any multiclass wizard rocks, that is...

Let's briefly discuss how there are no icons even remotely close to what I want Bharek to actually look like.
Granted, he is a black Dwarf with short trimmed hair and beard in a modern setting, but still.
*sigh*