With the last buckle secured Mikail stepped from Zen's ship as a fully equipped, and masked, Inquisitorial Stormtrooper.
Noticing the suspicion tha Zen was held in, the mercenary quickly realised that as a member of the Inquisitor's retinue he would be no less held in suspicion ensuring his movements were strictly curtailed to any area directly away from the ship. But as a faceless Stormtrooper amongst thousands of others he could circumvent checkpoints with impunity. Laying in wait for one of the planet's soldiers to pass by alone the dangerous Altonian had quickly subdued him taking both identification papers and uniform.
With a tightening of his stomach muscles as the tense excitement began to eat at him Mikail made his way to the nearest armoury, exclaiming to anyone who asked that his "damn gun had broken down again, bloody hell guns are a ***** to keep working". For such a simple ruse it was working disturbingly well...
Wrestling with thoughts of how lax security was, it heightened the danger to his master but also made it easier to slip about unnoticed, the mercenary was so preoccupied that he didnt even notice when he stepped into the armoury proper. A quick glance to scan his surroundings and the Altonian returned to his conundrum, until the surprise of what his glance had shown him finally filtered into his consciousness
"Feth!"... |