"My only question is... Have you ever seen what a Power Maul can do? It even appears to glow stronger, more intense, the more treacherous it's soon-to-be victim is. As if it was a mobile truth detector, like myself. Oh you should see the messes on my coat when the villains spill their guts after the maul crushes their entire insides. Ribcage, heart, abdomen, spine, shoulder blades, kneecaps. Everything shatters under it's might. And thus bring ultimate justice to anyone who is a villain, scum, a true foe of the Holy God-Emperor and his objects. At the banquet I gladly share the story when I took cult leader 'Vicious Victor' down. I am sure a loyalist like you will see the glory in such story, yes?" The heroic voice remained, but the words became quite more cruel. Typical terror tactic, but it appeared the man already was afraid, so why not make him more nervous? It is those who cannot control their fear, that do mistakes. And if a governor in a regular check-up cannot keep his cool? Well. Then surely he hides something.

Sedric just empties his lungs of the smoke and the smoke only disapates inches from the governors face and looks at him with a thousand yard stare "i hope the banquet is better than what ive seen of this planet..... if not you better have some great Ale or cigars to keep me busy id hate it if i disliked this little get together" Sedric nudges silver shroud " and im sure if you have some of the good stuff his hammer will stay calmed" Sedric takes another drag of his cigar smiling to himself

Shrugging, the Khan said nothing for he had no more questions. His orders were perfectly clear and he already had a plan in the makings on how to scout the wasteland in search of possible heretic base. Clasping his helmet on, White Scar just stared at the Governor, his facial expression hidden behind his green eye-lenses.

"This human great leader of human tribe?" K'tikathat asks.

"One that promoted a feast for Inquisitor?" He stares down on the Planetary Governor, not because he thinks less of him, but because the Kroot stands taller than him. Sniffing the air, and wincing as Astras 'perfume' still overwhelms his nostrils, K'tikathat finds that the seemingly important person is fearing. Or Sedrics cigar is even cheaper chem-filled knock-off than K'tikathat has thought.

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"Yes, you could say that, I would presume", Astra told the Kroot whose name she didn't feel comfortable attempting to pronounce. "If, uh, the whole planet of humans is a tribe, he's their chieftain! That actually works."

With curious eyes, she watched the Kroot watch the Governor, wondering what was going on in his quasi-avian mind. While he would probably been out of place at the banquet, she was sure it would have been interesting to watch him react to all these customs and traditions in place there.

Pierce was the last out of the shuttle hoping to not me mentioned of his presence as he came out he was covered in coat without his spy mask. Attempting to mask that he was a vindicare assassin, "I am hear to hunt from long distances, Hunt mutants and beasts, For big Game." He said trying to be convincing that he was a hunter of mutants and he was up for a mutant purge.

With the Silver Shroud giving him a pointed question Narthen merely shook his head, not wishing to engage with the man any further, and Sedric's request was met with "Y-yes the banquet will be better than the admittedly p-poor first impression." With a slight nod to the Xeno to confirm its assumption that he was the leader, Pierce would find that his attempt at deceiving the Governor was not successful, with Narthen saying to the Vindicare "Y-You don't look like a hunter to me, more like a-an assassin to me."

(OCC: And Vulpas has the dubious honour of the first failed dice roll of the RP! )

Regardless of any other questions that might be raised, the Governor took a moment to compose himself before he said "I-I'll lead the way to the meeting room." Once done talking, he turned around and headed through the entrance to the rest of the spire, muttering under his breath, but Agent 51 and Ogedei could hear what he had to say: "It's only my first check-up and I've only held the position of Governor for eight months, and already some jumped-up, laughably dramatic Enforcer thinks he can just threaten me because he can."

After a short walk, everyone arrived at the meeting room, a small room with a large table in the middle of the room around which there were others that seated on chairs of varying quality and were interested in the meeting: An old, grizzled man who had clearly spent a large amount of his time in the field was clad in Power Armour only befitting of Verdan Prime's Chief Arbitrator. Next to him was a complete contrast, a perky young noble who's somewhat plain attire of a bodyglove and various pouches with a not-so hidden look of relief at Narthen's return would clue in the observant as his aide. Another guest was the planet's Cardinal, a man clad in ornate robes that were befitting of his office, if not his messages of moral value and the final party present was another noble, dressed in would only be described as a riot of exotic fur and fabrics that marked her as a woman of taste and refinement.

The Governor, a little more confident introduced them as "Here we have Archen Ternith, the Chief Arbitrator, Hera, my aide, his Piousness Merius the Sixth, and Lady Ionria the Eleventh, who is here as a liasion to ensure that the nobility are appraised of anything of grave danger to them or the stability of the planet." as he gestured to the Arbite, his Aide, the Cardinal and the apparent Highborn Liaison. Taking his seat, Larqence said to Inquisitor and retinue "Do please take a seat, if you can." Alica promply took the seat directly opposite the Governor.

OOC:Gratz Vulpas

At the behest of the Governor,Adept waited for the Inquisitor to take a seat and he soon followed,sitting to the left of the Inquisitor,quickly pulling his data-slate and stylus,writing soundlessly whatever Adept Zoran found fitting of note,from moment glancing at the various individuals who sat at the opposite end of the table.

For some odd reason...he could imagine them all with ease,bisected with inhuman precission on his slab-table.The thought made him smile,even if for an instant.

Miria moved to seat herself to the right of Zoran. No exchange of words, not even a gesture as she waited for this banquet to really get underway so they would all be free to go about accomplishing their objective.

'Firebat' moved to stand in a corner where he could see all. He was recording the whole proceeding. No words or sounds did he make.