Jericus had just finished getting showered after the calisthenics exercises with Qualia and the others. Dressing lightly for another evening lower in the hive enjoying drinks with the local PDF regulars, his las-pistol tucked inside of his jacket and his knife at his hip. He'd never needed either since his outings began with the local units, but better to have it and not need it. No one usually paid too much attention at least; who was ever expecting a Guardsmen to go anywhere unarmed?

He was just walking out the main estates door when the missive came in. Well, there went that plan for the evening.

Jericus leaned against the wall while Interrogator Sonya gave them the briefing. He found himself bemused that here he was, conscripted to one of the most terrifying organizations in the Imperium of Man. His job was to protect the people whose job it was to find and eliminate the terrors that threaten trillions upon trillions of lives. Yet amidst this, his original plans for the night involved enough rot-gut to sedate several dozen groxes amongst a group of people whom he understood their trials, tribulations, and humor. And here he was now being briefed by a woman who most men would happily give their trigger finger for a night with AND who happened to be likely the 2nd most terrifying person in his de facto chain of command. And the Guardsmen of the group is the one leaning against a wall while the authority figure addressed them and Alaric, the thug kid from the hive was standing in a half-way decent attempt at parade rest. He did his best to hide his smirk as Sonya laid out the details and asked for questions.

"Does the Planetary-Governor KNOW we're coming? What operational support will we have available to us from either the Inquisition or Aporia itself? Equipment, guides, manpower, vehicles, etc. "