inquisitor duke sat at the desk in the breifing room going over some data slates, looking at the names on it she. waited for the new team she had prpeard and for her new aprentice of an acolyte she had started to train.

as she waited two servitors brought her a mug of tea and a plate of biscuits, two figures in black coats stood behind her each of them taking one biscuit while they stood in silence waiting

The Blackshield marched in, with Flail in one hand and Kite Shield in the other, ready to make a bloody mess wherever required. "Dendric of the Deathwatch." He bowed his head to the Inquisitor.

Entering the briefing room Arthur gave the Inquisitor a nod, "Madam Inquisitor, it is always a pleasure." He took one of the seats for himself, as his shadow took up its place in the nearest corner, the kroot shaper was not keen on these meetings but he was present nonetheless. "And where shall I ferry our merry band today ma'am?" Sadly he was limited on his 'dealings' because of this but atleast his own ship the Crimson Star was close by and in capable hands to atleast ship the goods he could procure.

He sat back idly examining his Little Black Book, sorting out current shipments and dealings. He jotted notes for later that he would need to pass along to his second in command. He missed his old ship and the crew, yea they were rough around the edges but they could get the job done. This crew was by the book, and up tight, it was unsettling for him to say the least. He waited for the rest of the group to show up. Atleast the Deathwatch Astartes was prompt.

Jhosa walked in with a sullen look. It had been a long night, sleep eluded him as he though about his transfer to this new inquisitor. He examined the room quietly, silently noting the Astartes and the xeno in the room. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance madam Inquisitor" He said with a courteous smile. He nods disdainfully at the kroot and ignores the Astartes. He settles himself down onto the nearby couch and fiddles with his combat knife.

The Blackshield looked at the Kroot. "Do not suffer the Xenos to live." The Power Flail crackled to life...

Jhosa looked up with amused curiosity at the sound of the power flail coming to life. "This sound be fun" he mumbled under his breath as his sullen mood waned at the prospect of some entertainment.

"You might not want to do that. He is already not happy to be here... But on second thought I'm sure he'd enjoy the fight." (The kroot shaper is GM controlled) he continued going through his shipping logs waiting for the Inquisitor to step in.

"Until he dies. I will not protect him. For I fight for the Imperium." He turned to the Inquisitor once again and simply waited for the briefing to commence. This tolerance for the Alien was disgusting. But perhaps necessary. But Dendric knew he would make use of him as meatshield.

Disappointed at the anticlimactic turn of events Jhosa resigned himself to once again to fiddling with his prized combat knife and patiently waited for the briefing to begin.

He shrugged at the comment, "Well he really doesn't need your protection Lord Dendric. Besides he works for me." This group of individuals were exactly the types of people that he had to find special ways to work around to get things accomplished. To ease the growing tension he added, "He is my personal guard and will die to protect me. I'm sure you would prefer that, to say the life of a guardsmen, am I not correct?" He waited for the response, this could go several ways but they all seemed in his favor. The Deathwatch Marine wouldn't do anything foolish while in the service of the Inquisitor, especially fighting with the current captain of the Battleship they currently resided in.