"Any other themes we will not bring up? Should we tell the truth about our roles in your retinue? If it is necessary to wear robes anyway, I could pretend that I am part of a non-militant order."
"Stick with the truth about yourself. Just lie about the fact we believe they are innocent and we just do it to please the Inquisition as we were ordered to investigate." The man said in his casual determined and strong voice, almost as if he is incapable of being soft. But the retinue knew better as he could be gentle when it would serve to reveal the truth.
"Yes sir ill get right on it great inquisitor" nods head "ill take my leave and get ready I shall do it with great haste ill see you all in a few" iron fist marches away to his quarters to get in his ceremonial garb
- Prax Still uneasy, but happy to know he would be armed. Clenching his Omnissian Axe tightly. To part with such a symbol of the Omnissiah was unthinkable, what if dust accumulated upon it? "I understand the parameters and will execute orders to maximum efficiency, Inquisitor." With that, Prax took his leave to change into cleaner robes. Entering his quarters and workshop, he opens a closet to reveal dozens of identical rust red robes. Any not of the Mechanicum wouldn't see the incredibly subtle differences. 'Now what to wear? A summer or winter? A lighter shade of red or darker? Choices, calculating options. Processing....' This might be a while.
nodded and headed towards the hangar seeing some already there, he sighed at the fact of his deployment and had a guardsman come over, "Take this to my quarters, if i see a single hint of damage on them or anything....you will be answering to myself personally" he spoke in his noble tone annoyed he had to pass on his favourite plasma pistol adorned with the kills hes had on the side of it scratched in of course. He stood by the group arms crossed and helmet on sealed just the way he liked it, all was well for the time being considering what was to happen. But he couldn't help but think of ways to just convict, sentence and get this over with within a day or two
Jean took her leave from the briefing room to return to her quarters in order to slip into a set of robes. It made her uneasy to some degree, but it had to be done. Once that had been taken care she made her way to the hangar were she rejoined the others in silence.
OOC: I assume at this point everyone left the briefing room except @Xaphen and @Angles (wolfy-beast) As everyone left the Inquisitor looked across the table to the Lieutenant. "So what is it that you desire to clear in private this time?" He said with a smile, respecting the man quite a lot, given his rank and biography. He was First Lieutenant of the Justicar Absolutus for a good reason.
"Well now that we have our briefing we may only wait for the others. Also has anyone seen the canine its presence is comforting ? Anyone got cards ? Anyone want an Emporers tarot drawing ?" The preist looks around at his comrades in attempt of bonding with them.
After some time iron fist joined the others on the aquila and his muscles are putting great strain on his garb he was given them he takes a seat near the priest " hey their fellows" he said with a smile " I would like to try those tarot cards" @bossaroo
- Prax Choosing the carmine colored robes, shinning his Vox-caster, cleaning his bionic eye lense, and wearing his intricate Mechanicum amulet with chain. It was both symbol of the Omissiah and a clock. 'Perfect functionality and fashion statement.' Prax entered the hanger, the smell of engine oil lessened. "Greetings, am I sufficiently banquet ready?" Despite his detached synthesized voice, Prax cared what others thought of him. Not that he'd ever show it... Prax positioned himself near the group, but away from the Sororitas. Sneaking a few glances.
