Sorry for the wait, was dealing with personal issues. Confessor Zeb was meeting with his small group for a moment as a big ruckus appeared to spread from the areas near the meeting, until a man nearly burst out of the room, appearing to be quite angry at something. Realizing that he had spent more time in his personal meeting than he should have Zeb straightened up, but the man appeared dead set on him. The man stopped just short of running into Zeb and spoke in a very inhospitable tone to the normally calm confessor, Informing him that the meeting was already in session, but not saying much more. Zeb looked into the mans eyes for a moment, wondering what would cause such a man to speak so forwardly to a man of the Emperors word. "Thank you kindly for coming to fetch me good man, though I must say your social skills are in dire need of improvement." The Confessor said as he took the man by the shoulder and began to walk towards to meeting court at a calm pace. "Tell me, what might your name be kind sir" he said, once again turning his attention to the man as he arrived outside the grand doors to the court, his two favored servants close behind, both just as focused on the man as their master.
The Webway portal roared into life with a blinding flash. Luckily, Intervening hills prevented it being spotted. A huge, distorted shape emerged from the Portal and darted off into the night, followed by several other, smaller ones. The Grav-tank squadron vacated the area around the webway portal and zoomed to the edge of the mountains. There they waited, like predators in the night. Waiting for the signal.
OOC: Imperium's turn (Mechaius / Alu Mordicus ; Space Battle / Meeting, Chaos can further deploy / talk / act in the meanwhile)
OOC: Eldar can have also little talks, Space Marines are not even mentioned in basic till the Imperium cries for help and Tau also could have only talks between each other but no action as Mechaius has to make his space battle round.
OOC: IMPORTANT! I edited my post on page 5 after a talk with Mechaius regarding the Battlefleet Gothic rules and apply them now as good as possible into our RP!
Fabricator Marshal’s Palace – West Wing Lorias City. “Hector Galven, Confessor. Colonel Hector Galven, Commander of the PDF.” He stated flatly. The Confessor was leading him back towards the Governor’s Alexis’ office. The heated discussions inside could be heard all the way down the hall. As they reached the threshold, Galven reached forward and opened the right side door, and gestured for the Confessor to enter first. “After you, Confessor. The Lord Governor has some questions he would like you to answer.” His stern gazed indicated the seriousness of his order.
But of course colonel, I should be happy to oblige. As the Confessor entered the room he slowly turned toward Khyle, quietly telling the man to write down the colonel's name for future endeavors. As Confessor Zeb entered the chamber he noticed the eyes shift to him, the powerful elite of the entire planet just waiting for words to drift from the confessors mouth, quite alike to the masses of lorias who gathered into the basilica every day to listen to the words that they clung to that made life's such as theirs worth living. "I have come to heed your summons, emperors most holy servant, master of the Planet Lorias. I would much like to resolve this matter soon, as I have quite a few matters to attend to, as you know my position is not one that allows for much free time."
