Amelia walked over to the Lieutenant and handed him over the case. "Who has faith in the Emperor needs no weapons, although I would feel more comfortable with them." She took a seat next to the Alcerus.

A voice, something was calling out to her. Was it an Astropathic signal? A rogue memory? No, it appeared someone was actually addressing her physically. It was beginning to grow difficult, to tell the difference, perhaps her inexperience coupled with the intense duties she was given was the cause? Most Astropaths were far older than her, yet she was already performing feats above what most of them ever experience.

"Of course my lord," turning the the lieutenant that addressed her, the woman calmly made her way to the source of the sound, using her staff to falsely guide her. This one's soul was an interesting one indeed, as with all the others in the retinue, however being unable to use her powers on them she would have to make do with their general auras to determine their Immaterial characteristics.

Dutifully waiting for her master, Ashford remained outside the opened transport, but still heard most of the talking of her fellow retinue. She quietly seethed at Concord's diplomatic 'advice' he doled out, especially since his criticism of the Omnissian Axe was the exact opposite of what she'd told Lorenzo.
Of course, her trained face was unchanged, cold, motionless, but while one hand was behind her back in a curteous gesture, the other's thumb continually ran up and down a miniscule portion of her blade that she'd exposed from its sheath. It was sharp, even while turned off, but through the leather it did not draw blood. Still, the Sororita could feel its metallic razor-sharpness, and its spirit try to bite at her pure flesh below. Witchstake had always been... unsatisfied with the lack of heretic blood spilling in his master's life. It was part of the reason she was anxious to finally impale one on her blade - not that she didn't have much opportunity before, but while Cynthia was a fighter, she wasn't good enough to afford herself cherry-tapping. This led to most of her personal kills having been scored by her bolt pistol.
The moment Nyx passed, the blade cut through her thumb and slashed at the flesh below her glove. She blinked in reaction to the sudden jolt of pain as a drop of blood ran over its cold metal body. Like every faithful servant of the Emperor, she and her weapon hated psykers of all kind; even if this wretched woman was useful for a moment, she was already predestined for a death by fire in Cynthia's mind.

"Ohhhh yeah I almost forgot my other knife" gets up and walks over to the LT "sorry sir but it didnt cross my mind till just now" hands over a Smallish case "if you wish to look inside I beg you please be careful the poison on the night reaper in their is coverd in poison that even the catachans cant cure" heads back to the seat and plops down

OOC: The acolyte wont get talked too, you're basically the Inquisitors kid.

As she got closer and closer he finaly remembered her name. "Nyx...will the staff be all that your bringing with you?" Concord said in a soft voice. In over 100 years of service he had only met a few Psykers. He could never understand what was the hate towards them. One of the Sergeant-at-arms told him 'Have you seen those thing fight, once a rogue one got out and ripped Jenkins apart letting his remains scatter into the Warp!'. Was it fear that held these people with such low regard?

Remember, until the end of the party, you will report to the Commissar. Ask him for anything,but please do not take that blade out or mention that it is poisened. I here it now on the PDF vox stations: "Hero Catachan tries to kill Lord Governor with Poison!"

Iron fist Rubs the back of his head with bionic hand "yeahhhhh Ill just leave this on the ship so no one will die or think im trying to kill any one so ill just bring my fang" he goes to where everone else is leaving their weapons and puts the small container down "i dont know about you guys but im a tad excited to share my story's and since you have to be cold hearted commisar at the party if you wish I can tell your great stories or do u want to rackham to show ur power and what you have done" iron fist smirks then heads back to his seat across the priest and next to the commisar

"Are you finally done with the chit-chat?!" The Inquisitor asked over vox as he sat in the Observation dome, quite angered by the lack of efficiency. "If we would deploy to kill a cult, would I have to wait for that also five minutes long till you got your equipment straight?! Get your act together, or are you as much scum as the gangs from the underhives?!"

It was obvious that Andreas Richtenhoff was anything but pleased with the performance of the retinue so far. He knew that politics and 'civil behaviour' was not a strength of the majority, and in fact there were less than fingers on his hand that he picked due to their skills in etiquette and acting. But if even heretical scum could fake at a banquet, so his own retinue should be capable of.

The Aquilla Lander simply started to take off upon a rune-click of the Inquisitor on his secondary command console in the observation dome. "At least you know how to behave." He said to his wolf and gave him a slight ruffle on the side.

He pulled out the bolt pistol and began idly polishing the metal so it would have the proper shine for this event. Plus it would keep his mind clear and prepared for the task ahead.

She was initially confused by the lieutenant's question, surely he would be aware of her Psykana Mercy Blade, something she was never allowed to part with. Though perhaps he did know and left it out of the conversation on purpose, yes, that must be it. "I am not outfitted with weapons, as you know, what you see is what I bear."

Jolting a little at the ship's sudden movement, Nyx managed to keep her blank expression even as her balance began to fail slightly, adjusting herself into a more stable stance as fast as her slender frame would allow. "Will that be all my lord?"

iron fist just polishes his hand all the way their and doesnt breath a word unless spoken to hes imagining as if him and his crew were on catachan following tracks to a possible threat and if it is a threat theyd all silence the monster (ooc the monster hes refrencing is the lord governor and trying to find if hes a heretic)