"Jaina, this is not something frivolous, and these two would no sooner lay a hand on you than they would upon me. "

"Ah, I see...Well then, Mr. Sheridan, Boys, lead the way."

(what is with these short posts? *must stop this*)

René creeped silently through the ceiling panels, following the pair. She almost lost them once when they took a conflictying turn, but she found them again and followed them. She had never done investigative reporting, had never been undercover before. But she tried. She was careful not to be seen, and hoped that agent hadn't somehow found out she was up here. That would complicate things a bit.

John and the three of them, Azrael, Conrad and Jai walked up to the old Y-4 transport. it had seen better days, but it was a reliable design and this one seemed well cared for. The hatch opened quietly, and John walked in qiuetly, head bowed.

The interior of the ship was spartan, the barracks for the other thirty five men being on seperate decks, bunk rooms for ten men. John watcehd the sergeants, watched them in the middle of their morning battle training. They were full battle brothers, fully trained and ordained in the way.

John walked quietly down the hall, nodding at the warriors as he walked. eacch of them wore robes, each with a differing insignia, and Jai noticed Azrael and Conrad slide their robes on, their crests proudly displayed over their hearts. John walked to a sealed compartment, turning to Jai.

"I have to prepare for what is to come, I need you to wait. Azrael can show you around, Conrad, you are with me."

"Master, the rest of the initiates need to be on the watch, someone is observing us, i am not sure how dar away, but they are near." Conrad said quickly.

"Very well."


John smiled once, turning as the seal opened. He and Conrad stepped quietly inside, the hatch shutting and sealing. Azrael walked to a panel, sliding the scanner from its casing, scanning Jai with it.the beep echoed quietly.
"What would you like to know?" Azrael asked quietly.

René climbed down a light post and landed with a thud, her heel breaking on impact. She hoped no one heard her as she opened her small purse and tossed a tracer on the ship. That should lead her to wherever they went. This, of course, went above and beyond journalism- she was only an interested citizen. So she activated the tracer and its scanner counterpart and waited. If the group got off the ship, she didn't want to miss them, so she hid behind a stack of crates so she could just barekly see them.

(OOC: Masterjadeskywalker is me, I forgot to log out. Sorry.)

Azrael was about to set teh scanenr down when it lit up in his hands, not around Jai, but someplace else. HE went to the sergeants, talking qiuetly to them about it. One of the sergeants nodded and he set teh scanner back into its case and closed the panel. A hatch opened up on the opposite side of the ship from the radio transmitterand the squad exited the ship, dressed in battle robes with scanning gear. Six of them proceeded to scan the exterior of the hull while two stood guard.

"Sorry about leaving you alone, We have a snoop. The Auspex picked up the communication signal, The squad that went outside is going to track down the device and the person who was so thoughtless as to plant it on our hull."

He turned and nodded as he saw Initiates heading into the gun turrets, just in case a firefight was required, he knew that the master would want all available firepower at the ready.

"Something you would like?"

Jai found all of this very strange. She had come here to watch a fireworks show and 21 gun salute to a blown up planet, but instead she was:
1. aboard the ship of a man who had turned out to be a real 'odd bird'
2. Being spyed on by some snoopy paper-pusher
& 3. completely confused and really wishing she had stayed home.
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Jai gave Azrael a look that could only be defined as 'dumbstruck'.
"Something I would like? Not being here would be nice."
She scoffed..."But no. No thank you, I'm fine."

"You mock us. you mock our history...our people...our sacrifices." Azrael turned, staring at the starboard wall. The wall was filled with crests similar to the ones that and the others were wearing. Some were old and faded, some had dates undeneath them, just one date, in most cases. Some were fresh and vibrant.

"I do know know why the Master has invited you to this ceremony, but i am sorrowful of the blood in my veins." He turned, looking at her. His hair was almost the same color as hers, his eyes the same shade. His face had the same angular features. he left her standing there, walking into the bunk room, the hatch closing behind him, the rest of the soldiers on deck watching her. The two sergeants inside paid particular attention, their faces scarred from combat, their eyes solid blue, no iris, nor cornea, just a solid blue veil of color.

Meanwhile outside....
Winston walked quietly around the chmaber, the rest of the squad at their assigned posts. He was watchful, sniffing the air slightly, catching a whiff of something that had come in on the clothing of the master. He picked his way through the scents, analyzing each as he went. He finally found one that seemed stronger in this room, the smell of perfume.

The albino warrior walked soundlessly around the back of the cavern, tracking the smell, tasting the air as he walked. he saw the person hiding behind the crates, smelled the perfume on her. He walked up behind her quietly, hand on his pistol, knife ready for its quickdraw.

"May i help you?" he said quietly, standing over her.

"Mock? Wait...I..."

Azrael left before she could try to apologize. She didn't mean to mock anyone...sometimes she regretted her Han-like manner, it had placed her into situation like this more than one.

Jai sighed, then noticed all the other men...espically the ones with the odd eyes. She just wished John J would get so she could see a familiar face...