Brim's page

"This place smells! If there wasn't another Inquisitor down here i'd say lets just burn this place and be rid of all this madness!" he grumbles as he follows Sariel.

Brim grumbles and walks off the transport taking a quick shot at the horde of men with his Bolt Pistol and moving into cover.

Brim pants hard as he was chasing after Brother Sariel to the bay.

"what... did... you... say...." as he is having a hard time breathing.

"Maybe I should have them put me back to sleep on the ship! I don't think I can handle this kind of action so early after just waking up!"

"Pffft! Whatever! Fine!"

He waddles off into the room Sariel pointed out.

Brim looks between the group and the three rooms.

"Well I guess i'll stay with the Sister here. Someone has to keep her safe!"

He chuckles a bit.

Brim stands up, but is so short it's hard to tell at times.

"YEAH what the big guy said! Put your toothpicks away and relax already! I don't want to be getting killed as soon as I woke up!"

"SPACE DOGS! That's all naval officers are! Never liked em!"

Brim begins banging on one of the cogitators with a wrench.

"That should do it!"

On the last swing a hologram image appears before you all and is the face of a Naval Officer with his brim hat on.

**Naval Officer**
"This is Commander Alexander Gauss please provide proof of your claim to be an Inquisitorial Vessel. Your vessel has drifted to close to the Penal World here and our naval forces without clearance."

Brim grumbles and starts to work again on the controls.

"This is the Emperors Mercy of the Ordo Malleus please do not shoot us!"

Brim continues to look through the logs awaiting a response to figure out where exactly they are.

"It appears we are in the Malfian Sub-Sector of the Calixis Sector which is on the rim of this sector. We surely drifted far in those 500 years.

Brim grumbles as he works on the cogitator to disable the alarm and find out what in thrones blazzing hell is going on! After a few minutes of working the controls Brim looks up at everyone with eyes wide open. The alarms went off and he moves away from the cogitator.

"It appears if we do not make a response in a few moments to the vessels outside in the void here we are going to be blown to pieces."

"DO THIS DO THAT!" WHICH DO YOU WANT ME TO DO FIRST!"

He just mumbles under his breath as he continues to work on the cogitator.

Brim holds his nose trying not to bleed all over the place.

"Brim do this, Brim do that! Always the Abhuman doing all the dirty work!"

He heads over to a cogitator to see what's going on.

Brim rubs his head and falls out of his tube and smashes his head into the ground.

"WHAT THE FRAK!"

He curses up a storm as he makes his way to his feet and tries to look around as blood drips from his nose. The short man only stands about 4'3" and is very wide. He has a crimson red hair and beard and his hair is cut like a mowhawk. He's only wearing the white robes you all put on before going into stasis.