@Vulpas @High_Adept_Zeth
The influx of other branches of the Imperium's servants under arms caused Ferra to quiet down, partially because she expected somebody official to speak up now, and partially out of a lack of immediate sympathy. She mistrusted the general amicability of the situation, and had remained somewhat close to the Retributor, silently watching and judging the interactions. Her immediate warmth and sociality served well as a distraction for Tenebra's lack thereof, she found. Others were free to talk, yes, but she was a soldier, not a diplomat, and had no desire to agitate the situation through poorly-worded dialogue.

That is, until her eyes got stuck on the Techmarine and his interactions with the Penitent ("Praxia"?) for brief moment, and, only barely noticing that Catherine was leaving her immediate proximity, stepped after the Sister of His Holy Sight, not knowing that it was immediately into the social orbit of a... Martian thing.

The two were apparently already exchanging pleasantries, and the Dominion was less than keen on engaging the creature; loathe to draw its attention, she simply froze, hovering awkwardly close to the pair without saying anything. Verbally, at least. She couldn't help but stare.

@Casavay
The Dominion no doubt heard the heavy footsteps approaching from behind her. The engine stopped next to her and folded its legs in to bring Praxia closer to eye level with the sister. Praxia looked over at Ferra, her hood shrouding much of her facial expression. Finally, she spoke.

"You seem lost?" She began. There was no malice in her voice, nothing but genuine curiosity. "Clinging to a friend or simply... the familiar?" Praxia continued. It appeared the Dominion was out of her element, and she was young at that. Perhaps she lacked social skills? There was of course, one way to find out.

@GobMaw_HellSmasha @Maleth

Ares wasn't surprised that the Ork came out of his room clad in silver-colored plates, albeit he could potentially admit that Sneektoof had a certain sense of fashion, for a walking fungoid at the very least. Ares soon turned back towards the Inquisitor, "Lady Theanon, are you certain it was actually a good idea to bring this xeno along with us? My experience with them is vast and I certainly can assure you that they are up most unstable and specifically this breed, traitorous and unreliable."

@ItsTime
The Grey Knight was in the process of moving forward and getting on with this continual mucking about. When suddenly the Space Marine spoke up behind his back. The Grey Knight froze in place and went to reach for something behind him. Then in one swift motion he turned around and had a large crude looking knife-that was as long as the Inquisitor was tall-pointed right at the Space Marine, mere inches away from his power armored chest . "If I'z gunna stab ya, itz gunna be frum roight in front ov ya!" The Grey Knight bellowed angrily "if you'z wantid sumwun dat would stab ya in da back, ya shulda gottin yurselvz a panzee instid!" The Grey Knight then resheathed the blade and continued moving forward. "Daft 'ummie gitz, evin da biggah wunz ar az dumb az snotlingz..."

The thunderous footfalls of this walking implement of penance only caught Ferra's attention when they stopped - quite close to her. She turned to look at it, the presumably fallen sister much easier on the eyes than whatever Catherine was talking to. The Dominion cocked her head, trying to look through the hood. Of course, it was unlikely she knew this Sister; most Penitents of the Bloody Rose she wasn't even acquainted with, so from other Orders, it was even less likely.

Crossing her arms over her unarmed chest, she responded "The latter it is", not sure if she was breaking a commandment or military protocol by doing so. Something about Praxia's voice put her at ease, simply by virtue of how normal she sounded. "I'm no more familiar with Sister Catherine than anyone here I believe; but I am more familiar with any of my sisters than the Guardsmen, Astartes or..." - A quick glance was shot at Agate - "Martians."

"Are you afraid to become familiar with them? After all, we're all servants of the Emperor here. The Astartes can seem intimidating of course... probably more so when they're taller than you." Praxia gritted her teeth as she continued. "I have a sneaking suspicion that we'll all be getting to know each other one way or another in due time anyway." Praxia sighed as the pain subsided for a moment.

@GobMaw_HellSmasha , @ItsTime
With the 'Grey Knight' ready to go, Alicia nodded to her Ork before she replied to the Imperiel Fist "To be fair, he really isn't as bad for betrayal as all kinds of the Eldar." Suffice to say, she really wanted the Marine to come along now, given that said Marine had just seen her Kommando get into a disguise, making him potentially a problem should the actual Marine's lips started loosening up around the sort of people that Inquisitorial authority made rather hard to silence for good.

@Vlayden , @Wata , @DeranVendar , @High_Adept_Zeth ,@Shadhunter , @Starcaller , @Kalle , @Vulpas , @BuriasDempsey , @Casavay , @Keidivh , @Valonox

It wouldn't take that look for the trio of Inquisitor, Marine and Ork disguised as Marine to get their shuttle and set off for the Sword Of Wrath, to arrive along side the others However, they wouldn't have to wait long as when the Inquisitor and the two members arrived, the members of the group that would form their main body of command turned up to take their seats at a rather large table (with an inbuilt hololith) that could seat at least two hand's worth of people, located to one side of the bridge, away from main command area.

However, Elah (@Kalle ) would notice something strange about the Grey Knight: Namely that he was getting optical input from his Optical mechadendrite that suggested that the 'Grey Knight' was instead an Ork in a very crude disguise. Likewise, Hyare (@DeranVendar ) could sense the undeniable influence of a Greenskin's gestalt psychic field in the area, giving at least two of the team an indication as to anything going on under the surface. Course, Hyare could also sense the blackness of the Inquisitor's soul as well thanks to her unconventional origin of powers.

Firstly, the Inquisitor entered and took her seat, towards one side of the table. Then came in the Magos that kept order within the AdMech's contingent, scuttling into the room on many mechanical legs hidden breath their rust-red robes and taking his spot at the other end of the table to the Inquisitor, glares exchanged between the two of them, eye to green optical lenses if they were already getting to the point of shooting each other at the table.

Then in two men and a woman with one of the men which was grey in the hair and growing old in the face dressed in the standard attire of the Imperial Navy. The other was black haired with a long and stony face, dressed like one of the Leaders of the Imperial Guard, leaving those that the perhaps less zealous of the team could look to as people with common sense.

The woman who came in with the two men was platinum of hair, battle scarred of the face and in Sororitas armour, with her face developing a slight smile at the amount of Sisters present within the force. That left four of the five main factions represented and naturally, the Representative of the Adeptus Astartes then came along, with the pointed lack of Power Amour or anything to identify him by Chapter. Perhaps someone was conscious of politics being played and so strived to avoid any of the Marines in the team playing the "Brothers" card?

Finally, in came the Warmaster herself who was not overtly armoured like almost everyone else but the undeniable edge of a Refractor Field was around her to shield her from any harm that may be directed her way irrespective of it being an accidental weapons discharge or not as she took her seat at the head of the table. Naturally Lilith then commented as she got seated "So, it seems everyone is here, unless they're late. Let's get started."

The Warmaster then said "Simply put, the reason you have all been called together is that.... Well, to be perfectly honest, the Crusade has gotten itself into a very sticky situation, which is something you will only give out information about on a need to know basis." The hololith in the table was activated, showing a map of the system, before Lilith continued with "As the dire new is: We are trapped within the system because of a Warpstorm. Some of you may already be aware of it, some of you may not."

She continued with: "And as to why that merits such an odd group being formed, it is because there is the need for a group that may strike precisely and deal with situations that require a far greater degree of nuance than just shooting everything that moves and calling it a day, and the correspondingly greater skill base needed to succeed in your missions."

Suffice to say, the Sororitas representative then interjected with "And are you actually going to let them carry out their holy work?" That earned a glare from Blackthorn, who then said:
"Letisma, I was just getting to that. Given we don't have time to waste, the mission shall be simple: We need more information before we attempt to make any military moves within the system, and currently we lack any records of the two other factions other than the Tau and the Archenemy.... So, you will be deploying to the world designated Gathorsis, where both the unknown factions are present. Your mission is gather intelligence upon both factions present in the conflict, to help us see which front we should intervene upon. After all, we need to be able to provision our troops. Questions?"

With that said, the Magos spoke in Low Gothic: "Unfortunately, all our other attempts to investigate were met with the scouts becoming missing. Finding them should be a secondary priority." He then added in Lingua-Technis, a cant only Agate (@High_Adept_Zeth ) and Elah (@Kalle ) would understand: "The scouts were issued with supplies of rare ammunition such as Kraken Bolts. Secure them, lest they fall into the wrong hands."

~Before the Warmaster's Arrival~

Zuriel clasped the Boros Paladins forearm, greeting him in a brotherly embrace before stepping back to address the man. He held deep respect for the Paladins, their history steeped in treachery, but purified with penance and blood. "It is a honor veteran-sergeant, I am Zuriel, Sanguinary Priest of the Sanguine Templars. And no need to introduce your Chapter, I know a Boros Paladin when I see one. I recall shedding the blood of traitors alongside your kin in the War of the Gift."

"As for my Chapter's purpose, we were made aware of the presence of the Great Enemy. Since our founding that has been our purpose, and it is unchanged. The Great Enemy has reared it's head here. The 2nd and 4th have come to remove it." That was all it ever really took to bring the Sanguine Templars to war. If there was a free company and a Chaos threat, the Sanguine Templars would commit in force. Until the last kinslayer was given the Emperor's Peace, it was their duty. Protect the purity of Mankind's Spirit, and slaughter those who seek to lead them astray.

He could have guessed to the Boros Paladins reason to be here. A penance crusade was a sacred journey, and a heavy burden to bear. "Your Chapter is as pure and loyal as any other Brother Danse, through blood and flame your Chapter will be purified, cleansed. Forge a new future for your brethren." Zuriel grabbed Danse's pauldron, giving him a reassuring shake before their gracious hosts arrived.

~Warmaster's Council~
During the council's entrance, only one person in particular caught Zuriel's attention, and ire. The Sanguine Templars may have worked closely with the Inquisition in the past, but that did not mean they were on friendly terms. And this Inquisitor in particular sat ill with him, something just feeling, off. Of course with an Inquisitor that could be any number of things.

Upon the rest of the councils entrance Zuriel stood to attention, bowing low as he gave the sign of the Aquila. As the briefing began, the Sanguinary Priest couldn't say he was necessarily surprised. Crusades rarely ground to a halt in such a way without strong reason. Being cut off by a Warp Storm however changed everything. There would be no reinforcements, no retreat. Victory or Death. As it should be.

"I am assuming we are free to engage these unknown elements with extreme prejudice? And are there any locations of persons of interest you would have us focus on?"

"Both factions are present on Gathorsis..." Praxia began, seeing as how only one marine had spoken up and she didn't exactly have much social standing left to lose. "And there is conflict on the planet? I assume it is between the two of them? And by intervene what exactly do you mean? Offering our hand in aid to one of said factions while arming the other hand to take advant-" She winced and then shook her head. "Advantage of them?" She finished.

'Oh fer da luv of Gork an Mork dese zoggin 'ummies do nuthin but yap dere gobz wen deyz kuld juz be fightin' al'redee' Sneektoof thought to himself, utterly bored at the meeting of some of the stupidest hummies he's ever seen. 'If deyz eva aktul'lee get ta fightin' deyz be abill ta get fingz done fastah den juz muckin bout on how ta get fingz done' It took everything within Sneektoof's power not to just slam his fists onto the table, grab some of the yappy hummies by their throats, and just head down planetside himself.

The 'Grey Knights' arms crossed throughout the whole pointless conversation, while he looked over to the Inquisitor he was standing besides. It'd be hard to tell how much of a glare the Inquisitor was getting behind that helmet, but it was plainly obvious the 'Knight' wasn't too happy with their charge. The Ork's patience was wearing thin, what stopped him from just taking her hat, looting a hummie ship, and just leaving? Sure, he might miss out on a fight, but at this rate these gitz were going, he'd never get to the fight! And so the irritable 'Grey Knight' continued to stand silently, arms crossed, giving an occasional glare at the one he felt was responsible for this intense amount of boredom and incessant yapping.