"Commisar do you think any of us are genuinely needed at the party ? I doubt myself and the tech preist will be of much use I think your renown will aid you also do you think the inquisitor has any plans other than merely attending this party and will there be cake ? These are all questions I think you might know with your reputation ?"
The Commissar looked up from his final check of his gear in the footlocker, "An Inquistor never goes anywhere without his FULL retinue. If he were to travel with even one member missing it would raise suspicion." He closed and locked his footlocker before continuing, "Besides you will be able to access areas that most of us can't by giving sermons in areas and to groups that the rest of us would not have access to." He paused and pondered the cake question a moment before finally answering, "Father, if I'm not mistaken they will have a few cakes to choose from. But don't quote me on that." *EDIT*
Sigmus walked into the lander a few seconds after the comisar his power armour now adorned with a robe that went over the front but was atached at his waist by his belt armor which had his knife and pistol atached to it, his helm firmly atached at his waist and a cigar in his mouth "Im more of wondering who id talk to that would not be either scared out of their heads at my height and build or so awstruck at it"
OOC: I'm in the hangar with the Priest sitting in the Aquila Lander "Well you could use that awe struck-ness to your advantage. They may tell you things in their eagerness to impress you. Or they could tell you in fear of being destroyed by you for not being worthy. Just thoughts. But when I visit with the PDF I recommend a warrior of your stature should come along, I think it would be a great help." He sat back and pondered on the genius plan of the inquisitor, he didn't like to give us the answers, he rather would have us discover them on our own. A grin slowly forming on his face from the recent realization.
Ooc did not notice that will edit my post so that ive arived there "Here comisar" as he spoke the astarte pased a cigar and what seamed a box of 24 to the comisar "these are not strong enough for my liking" as he said this he chuckled slightly Ooc edited
Still lingering at Richthoff's side, Cynthia pulled back her hood and shook her head to free her long hair from its prison. It was warm in there, and her heavy robes were not exactly made with comfort in mind. "I shall, Inqusitor. And with this, I will leave you to prepare for my travels." With a nod, she turned to move towards her quarters, but not without petting the dog in passing.
Taking the cigar and box, "Thank you Sigmus you are too kind." He lit the offered cigar and sat back in his seat.
"Ceremonial uniform? I will leave the Jumpack in the Auila lander. The same goes for the handflamers, but there is now way around Powerarmour. It would not be formal enough, if I went in robes. They would think I am on vacation." Amelia shuddered, but the Powerarmour hid the gesture. "Do we have any information about why the governours daughter is in prison?"
OOC: this is for everyone who is still in the briefing room as the commissar had left or is to be seen as 'before left' "It's a political party. Everyone is to attend for the sake of connecting and declaration that you belong to me. If they find out later on that members of my retinue did not attend the festivities they will suspect that others had been sneaking around during the feasts. And that would make them suspicious of our true goal and then they start covering up their behinds. So everyone is to attend. "Regards the attire, there are uniforms and such already delivered to your quarters. Weapons only if ceremonial, or in the Commissars case as an instrument of his position. Every other desired weapon should be put in a case and left in the Aquila Lander." "No, and it shall not come up during the banquet, except it is brought up by the Governor or one of his individuals himself." Andreas instructed, leaving the rest of her statement in the air as he covered the attire-issue before, his hand still pet the Wolf at his side. The only thing he would need is the ceremonial collar, the power sword would remain on him. The owner smiled as he figured many of the individuals would be afraid of such vicious and cunning beast.
