Miria departed after hearing the briefing, making her way toward the armory. Once inside she paused for a moment. She made to remove any weapons which she wouldn't be able to conceal on her person. She then removed the power sword from her back and held it in her hands for a moment. The sounds of battle filled her mind and time seemed to slow around her.

Tendrils... A train. It seemed almost as if it was a distant dream, yet at the same time, a memory just within grasp. Images of dancing blades flashed in her mind. An old pain surged through her back. She placed a hand against her lower back in response though the pain wasn't truly there. Flashes of blood. Death.

She sighed a moment. Forgive me Inquisitor. She thought to herself before grabbing a kraken and a hellfire magazine and two grenades, a blind and a frag. She then returned to her quarters, blade in hand. Once inside she sat it against the wall for a moment before proceeding to slip into a robe of the purest white. She then returned to the blade, lifting it and tying it so it would stay in place on her back with the robe on.

She glanced back at the hilt and a small smile crept over her face. Well... It doesn't look too out of place.

<Armory>
"Inquisitor simply wants ye away from the party and able to roam around in support of the others whom won't be stuck playing the part of dashing socialites. Just run around somewhere suspicious things tend to happen or stick close to another and I don't know, be useful aye? Can't predict the future after all! " @GoreWrencha

<Pre-Deployment with Astra> @Casavay
"Right, right, uh huh, right!" Such was Boris' responses for quite some time as the obnoxiously scented blank began rattling off thought after thought at a rate of speed he wished his stubber spat bullets. Though it was hid well both perfume stench and natural aura of unease that radiated from such a being rankled with him as much as anyone else, Boris was just used to smiling in the face of all sorts of madness that this was a minor issue at best and speech shared was genuinely friendly. "I'll have to dig out the fake medals then too for this, buncha pretty lil buttons the lot of them but I'm sure I've actually earned a few somewhere along the line. Right then so a fake scar and I think I'll go for the ol' red an brown as I don't know the first thing about being a proper commander or soundin' like it. Only real problem is the lack of a sabre but...well I'm sure I can weave a desperate story O make shift weapons and a loyal side arm! Thank ye quite kindly Miss Astra, Look forward to seein' ya down there!" With a deep bow the Vostroyan saw himself out to dress and begin preparing his equipment for transportation.

<Pre Deployment with Boris>

The noble seemed to listen with great interest to what Boris had to say, and nodded very quickly in response. "Yes! That is great thinking! Do that!" Almost ecstatically, she waved towards the leaving soldier, before diverting her attention back to her clothes chest as the door closed behind him.

<Armoury>

Astra was the last to enter the armoury, her coming once more heralded by an even stronger odour assault than before. Her hair gathered into a braid over her shoulder and decorated with many fine brooches within, and her clothes changed to a more formal black stola with a golden pattern of lines and waves embroidered upon it, a prismatically radiant limbus and palla used to complement it like tangible rainbows attached to her clothing. The elbow-length sleeves did not conceal the black, apparently fingerless gloves she wore, the rough leather quite a contrast from the fine cloth. Luckily, the metal plates on her knuckles seemed too ornate for a common weapon, and so, her caestus remained somewhat concealed. Pius himself seemed invisible, save for an occasional blue tongue flitting out from beneath her palla.

"Hello again!", she chirped, flittering through the room and looking at the guns and grenades, the ammo and the swords, everything all so alien to her, things she knew she'd never use. "So who else is excited for the banquet?"

Sedric, Mira , Astra, the 'Silver Shroud', as Takeshi

As most of the retinue headed to the Armory,Adept Zoran with a hurried pace went to his laboratory,openening a locker.A plan formed in his mind the moment Sar Yamada spoke.

Retrieving a box with four small items in it,young Techpriest rushed to the Armory,hoping this time he wont be dreadfully late and find that everyone was gone.

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Entering the armory,panting he turned to the four members that Inquisitor designated to be present on the banquet itself.

"I heeded your advice...even tho...I loathe field work I....must...say,nothing beats physical contact."spoke Adept as he turned to Arbites-looking Takeshi,hinting on the earlier conversation during briefing.

Catching his breath he opened the box,one of the mechadendrites expertly catching the lid before it fell to the floor,young Techpriest offering them to preparing individuals.

"These...are as some of you may know...vox-thieves.Place them upon upon a cogitator unit or upon a person,and whenever a vox-link is activated,we will know of their content."spoke Zoran as he took one in his head and holding it out in his open palm.It was no bigger then a vox bead that may nicely fit beneath a logi-engine or inside someones pocket,or under a scruff.

"This will aid me greatly in filtering the vox-net as well as a possibility that we may catch some of the heretics right on spot.The Litanies have already need canted...while I ran...but you should not be worried about having to recite Litany of Ignition before...planting the vox-theives."

While Zoran went on about his vox-leeches Boris was off to the side, listening in only part way while spending more of his focus on humming and properly disguising his equipment within chosen outfit. Two small det-packs were fitted snuggly into his sleeves where they would be hidden away from sight but easily deployed if he reached underneath a table or into a planter, two more were hidden inside false soles to each boot and a helping of detonators were hidden in his back pocket. A single clothe strap adorned the inside of each coat flap responsible for his entrenching tool and las-pistol, all in all he felt pretty damn slick. Buttoning everything up Boris marched proudly to join his fellows, smiling broadly as he held out an expectant hand for one of Zoran's gifts.

"I'll catch ye all in the hangar probably, need ta go bother the Medics for a few quick touch ups in me make up an some medicine. Lightnin' good hunting down there, bring me back some good stories or a good fight would ye? "

"Your technological aid and wisdom is more than appreciated in the name of justice! The Silver Shroud gladly takes your gift to lift the mist of mystery from our counterparts we shall meet at the banquet, none can hide from the truth that the silver shall bring. Purity and clarity are not just an ambition, but my very agenda. Thank you once more, citizen of the red planet." He accepted the gift gladly and stored it securely in one of the utility pockets on his waist, usually used for handcuffs, tear grenades, notepads and other things that a common Enforcer may carry on him.


OOC: Do I have that poison from @TechCaptain yet or not? ^^

Sedric holds the vox-theive in his hand checking it out "thats certainly a very helpfull trinket i was hoping youd give us one of your gadgets to.help us with this, cant be too hard" Sedric carefully puts it in his pocket with his cigars and fancy lighter and sedric look on the tech priest for a extended moment then the others smiling as how he will sneak it onto someone

Astra too grabbed one of the vox-thieves and stared at the thing in her hand. "That sounds extremely useful! You technology people are so full of amazing things. Sometimes I wonder how hard it is to come up with such ingeniousness all the time!"

Appreciatively, she bowed to Zoran. "I swear I will try to find a good use for it!"

Firebat installed himself in the seat assigned to him. His quiet eyes scanned everyone was back on record mode. He records his missions to review. He handed over the poison vial earmarked for 'Silver Shroud' at this time. (@Uriel1339) it is a smallish vial of an unknown poison, that came from one of the many xeno creatures he has caged in his room.

"Well, Zoran those Vox-thieves will certainly come in handy then." Alicia said, not surprised that the Mechancium seemed to have a device for nearly everything before concluding "Anyway, I think we're all ready to get going and do our job, unless there's anything that you need to grab at the last minute." The Inquisitor then departed from the armoury, having a brief stop at her room to make sure that she was presentable and not looking like she had just gotten out of bed before arriving at the hanger.

Once the various member of the team had made their way to the hanger, they would find that their transport to the planet would be a Valkyrie, while the van full of the heavier equipment and Malaya were being loaded into an Arvus Lighter, seeing as neither of the two machines would be able to fit into the Valkyrie. The Inquisitor was waiting by the Valkyrie, ready to hop once everyone else had taken their seats, or rather the lack of a seat in Ogedei's case.

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