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[Prosperan Son]

"Two days. We arrive on Trandasin I in two days." The inquisitor rose from his chair, nodding towards the both of them. "Until we arrive, I suggest preparing yourselves. We'll be going into the bloodiest fighting we've seen yet."

[Armoured Priest]

"Well I don't know about you two, but I'm going to get some supplies while I can before we go." Krauss said as he stood up. "I'll be back." he said as he starts moving to the requistion area of the ship, already making the list in his mind as he moved.

[Prosperan Son]

"And I'm going to practice my sword play just a little bit more" Nessa replied, patting the hilt of the sword, sheathed at her side.

"Yes, and I'll be gather what information I can on the system. The better we're prepared the better this will go." Kyras finished with a bow to both of them before leaving to his own matters.

[Armoured Priest]

He nodded to both of them before he left, now making his way through the corridors and halls as he goes to the requisition area, remembering the layout when he had to go to it before or Kyras and Nessa when they first got on this ship before. "Hope there is enough to spare." he thought to himself as he goes almost in a half march, a habit that still comes up ever now and then.

[Prosperan Son]

Krauss found himself traveling towards the munitorium quarters. His path taking him towards an clerks office. Upon entering, the clerk could be spotted at his desk, head laid down on the table. Apparently, he was sleeping.

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss walked up to the counter quietly, seeing the clerk obviously asleep on the job. He pokes one of the man's shoulders gently so he would wake him up without hopefully startleing him either.

[Prosperan Son]

The man groaned slightly, raising his arm and pushing Krauss's hand away tiredly. He covered his head with both hands, refusing to look up." What is it?" he asked dazed, voice muffled from facing down. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss shrugged. "If you just show me were the munitions are, I'll leave you alone." He offered to the oblivious clerk. Maybe he wouldn't have to deal with a small hill of paperwork like every other time this time around if he goes about it right.

[Prosperan Son]

The clerk waved him off again, causing him to take a few steps back." Meh, you'll need an approval signature before you can take anything out..." He mumbled before rising from his rest. He stretched his arms, yawning.

"What is it that you need? I'll write up your pass and you can go on and grab it." The Clerk offered, pulling out a small data slate from the desk drawer.

[Armoured Priest]

"Fragmentation grenades, Krak grenades, Melta demo charges. incendiary shells, Armor piercing slugs, Acid rounds, and the shock rounds." he requested the clerk. He wanted to be loaded for as many circumstances because he doubted they will have the chance to resupply anytime soon.

[Prosperan Son]

"Well you certainly don't ask for much." The Clerk grumbled sarcastically as he took a small stylus from his pocket. He signed his name across several slides on the data-slate, motioning for Krauss to come closer." I need you to sign here for me." He informed

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss just kept silent at the clerk's remark as he stepped closer and signed his name where the man designated on the data slate, wondering just how many more he was about to ask for.

[Prosperan Son]

The clerk cleared his throat, taking the slate and reviewing all of the signatures to make sure they were done properly."Alright then Mr....." The Clerk cut off, reading one of Krieger's signature" ... Krauss, you should be good to go. Just take this slate and follow the directions to the munitorium storage and everything else should be taken care off."

[Armoured Priest]

"Danke." he thanked the Clerk as he picked up the slate and heads toward munitorium storage, glad that the process was less lenghtly than the others before him.

[Prosperan Son]

The clerk waved him off, laying back down on his desk and drifting back into sleep. The travel to the munitorium was rather uneventful, aside from passing by several gatherings of ratings, it was rather lonely.

[Armoured Priest]

Krauss kept to himself as he walked the corridors that the directions told him to go through to get to the storage room, the only people he would actually talk were Nessa and Kyras. Then again it was what he prefered, and the uniform help keep it that way. 'That looks like it.' he thought to himself as he neared the doors to the storage.

[Prosperan Son]

The Munitorium hall was massive, numerous aisles filled the area, stacked with hundreds of crates. All of them filled with weapons, ammo, armor and extra parts. An officer , judging by his uniform, was directing a heavy lifter servitor carrying a large crate.

[Armoured Priest]

Considering he was probably going to need help finding any of them. He held the dataslate in hand as he walked up to the officer. "Could I have some help sir?" he asked as he stood at attention behind the officer and out of the servitor's way.

[Prosperan Son]

"Sure lad, just let me see that slate." The Officer replied kindly, holding out his hand to take the tablet. He finished directing the servitor with his other hand before focusing on Krauss

[Armoured Priest]

"Yes sir." he said as he handed him the Data slate with the list. He stood at attention as he waited now, wondering what he would say at the list of ordinance that was being requested.