Draconion likewise fell silent when Rorke did so, focusing on straining his psychic senses to gain a general sense of the people around him, and the psychic environment of the location. ~Rorke refuses to be drawn on the topic of the Arbites,~ he sends telepathically to Jean, ~This appears to be a sensitive subject that may warrant further investigation. If the Arbites are in any way compromised, the others could run into difficulties.~ When called upon to surrender his weapons at the door to the grand hall, he frowns faintly, but complies after a finely-judged moment's hesitation. "You guard the arms of one of the Emperor's Angels, and one of His Daughters, also. Watch them well and let no one touch them," he says to the guards before entering through the vast double doors. As he passes through, he notices a light blinking on his helmet HUD, indicating an incoming team vox message. Listening to Feron's latest intelligence on Steve Wade, he listens in silence, deciding to think further and act upon it after this latest charade. Taking a step towards the dais, he salutes with fist to chest. "Lord Governor Montavia, I bring greetings from the joint strike force under command of Marshal Ludovic of the Black Templars, currently negotiating the Storm of the Emperor's Wrath en route to the Cadian Gate. I am Codicier Draconion He'tar, Salamanders Chapter, and this is my colleague, Sister Jean of the Order of the Argent Shroud. We are here as representatives plenipotentiary of the Marshal to facilitate arrangements for resupply of the strike force when it arrives at Onpuku, and to perform the necessary audits to ensure all is in order. We look forward to working with you and your able staff, Lord Governor." As he speaks, he refrains from active use of his powers, well aware that high-ranking imperial officials often have psykers of their own on retainer. Instead, he relies solely on his courtly manners and eloquence, straining once again his psychic senses to glean tidbits of nuance, mood and surface thought from the environment.
<The creature> the creture made a prolonged howl, as it then bolted forwards on all four, flying towards the servitors, to rip into them with rending claws and teeth. The hunt began.
Jean simply followed in behind Draconion, saying nothing as she walked. Seemed the Marine had the talking part covered for the moment. Even down to introducing her. No matter. She was here if he needed her.
Ooc been at work sorry for delay As tempestus saw the wolf pounce he let his mind flow and with that a torent of warp flame engulghed seven burning them to ash as he then wmptied one assault cannon burst killing 4 more as they stumbled foward
<Team Beta> The royal advisers began murmuring after hearing what Draconion just said. They looked and sounded nervous and who could blame them. In the meantime, the Librarian could feel traces of tension spilling out of each person's mind, the fact they were standing in presence of one such as he was quite unnerving to most, but not to all of them. The Governor himself offered no such thing, in fact, his aura was of utter calmness (the fact which was perhaps somewhat strange). It was him who spoke next, not allowing for the speaker to continue with his task. "Lord Draconion and Lady Jean, welcome to Hive Kanaro," the Governor Montavia said as he silenced his advisers with a wave of his hand. "Your visit to our fair planet is quite fortunate. And your Marshal Ludovic is also most welcome. But I don't understand, you are not a Black Templar, are you? So your force consists of Salamanders as well as Sisters of Battle? Forgive my curiosity, but I must know just how big this force is, if we are to supply it with adequate resources." "Also a...Codicier? That is not a military rank?"
Amraphel tried to think on what would be the best course of action. Either be careful and aquire more detailed intel, or follow a swift lead backed by unreliable intel. After considering both options he turned on the team vox:"I don't believe we should follow the arena lead without further intel. The intel we have is unreliable at best. If we aquire more information we might find a better place to take wade into custody than a arena filled with people. What do you think?"
"We thank you for your most courteous welcome, Lord Governor," says Draconion by way of reply. Calling upon his encyclopedic knowledge of military current affairs, he pieces together his story. "In answer to your questions: the joint strike force consists of the entirety of Marshal Ludovic's Crusade, newly come from patrol about the Ghoul Stars - approximately two thousand battle-brothers. They were joined en route by elements of the Salamanders - reassigned from duty about the Maelstrom and elsewhere - numbering approximately two hundred battle-brothers. At Valhalla, they were joined by three full regiments of the Guard - the Valhallan 54th, the Catachan 12th, the Jouran 372nd - and most of the following three Orders Militant of the Adepta Sororitas: the Argent Shroud, the Crimson Oath, and the White Rose. I shall not waste your time by reciting exact numbers here, but the fleet that carries them includes eleven Astartes capital ships and their escorts, sixteen Navy capital ships plus escorts, and the transports and support craft commensurate to such an undertaking. I would be most happy to provide your assistants with the exact numbers later. As for ourselves, Sister Jean and I were with Marshal Ludovic's Crusade before it linked up with the other forces, serving together as part of the Inquisitorial retinue attached to the Crusade, as you can see from our livery. It is for this reason that we have been chosen as liaison officers - we have both significant experience in working with the various arms of Imperial government. And my own rank is an Astartes one - it means I am officer of the Librarius, specialising in ops and intelligence work." Draconion concludes his exposition with a courtly bow. "I trust the Lord Governor finds his questions answered to satisfaction?" ~Anything to add, or any thoughts as to the situation, Sister Jean?~
<Steinar Greywold> + @Grall_Stonefist "Hunting Trip. You?" Steinar Greywold replied simple as he stood up, wiping some garbage off his armor as he walked up to that Luko person, towering him easily. And the dried blood all over the giant Warrior of Fenris making him look only more intimidating. <Angelous> The Techmarine remained quiet, perhaps the Venerable one and the Chaplain would engage in conversation on which the Blood Raven could listen in to learn more about the mysterious past of both. His Combi Bolter was aimed and shot single bullets into the head of each Servitor, detonating each of the seven heads he had aimed on.
< Dorallius> Dorallius remained silent, as he cleaned the blood off his gladius, and sheated it, also picking up his bolt pistol, so he once again could heft his flamer. He also looked to the big wolf, he had taken more damage than himself, though he had also fought the biggest of the pack, though what surprised him the most, was the lack of fear or awe humans normally had when encountering the Emperors own angels of death.
<Team Gamma> "Then we shall take only those dogs we shot ourselves," Luko spoke, offering a slight bow. "We are hunters as well, came out here to find something for our families to eat. Nothing more, nothing less. I trust we can leave each other in good terms?" the man asked, for it was nothing uncommon to get shot out here in the plains for nothing more than couple of dead hyenas.
