Abraxis Sector, Veridian Sub-Sector, Ulithian System


The Dauntless Class Ship pierced through the warp and into real space. Weapons and shields on full, the ship’s scanners began shifting through the space, looking for any enemy contacts. “Sir, no enemy contacts, locator beacons are registering.” “Make our way to Halodin, inform the Governor Regent that the inquisitor is arriving. Shields down, weapons to stand by, power 35%.” “Aye sir.” “Oh and lieutenant?” “Yes sir?” “Inform the Inquisitor that we have arrived in system. We should be above planet in 3 hours.” “Will do sir.”

Captain Giddeon Tork gave a sigh of relief. It had been an easy trip, but having an Inquisitor on board made life all the more difficult. He kept his distance from the group, only doing what he was told to the best of his abilities. Better to just keep quite and stay on the good side of the inquisitor. The crew had kept their distance from the Inquisitor and her retinue, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to them. Tork watched as the servo skull with the general message inside floated out of the bridge and down into the depths of the ship.

The skull floated down the dimly lit passageway and into the depths of the ship. Past countless bulkheads and down a couple of flights stairs and ladders to the cargo hold of the ship. The space was cavernous and dimly lit, just like the rest of the ship. Most of the time there wasn’t anyone down there anyways so lighting wasn’t of any concern. Some of the lamps were already broken, electric sparks flaring every so often. There were a couple metal crates around the edge of the hold but other then that, there was only one object in the cargo hold. A gun ship was situated in the center, hoses and cables ran from ship to ship, bringing in fuel, ammunition and other supplies to the craft. The gun cutter was requisitioned by Inquisitor Dameine for the duration of her needs. The crew, a pilot, a couple of gun servitors and a half machine half man engine chief were all supplied by the Ordos Hereticus.

The sleek black craft had no insignia anywhere on the ship. Its sloped wings held an array of auto cannons, rockets and other lethal weapons of war, while inside it held countless bunks, communication equipment and even an astropath. It was all an Inquisitor such as Dameine needed. Inside the group was gathered around a holo table which was showing the objective planet. No one spoke. The drone from the bridge entered the craft through its front ramp, coming to float just in front of Inquisitor Dameine and her retinue. “Madame, message from the captain.” “Yes?” “We are 3 hours away from the planet Halodin.” Dameine nodded and the servo skull floated away, back towards its bay in the bridge.

The skulls tiny motors finally faded into the ship, leaving just the hum of the holo table and the silence of the ship. 3 hours to Halodin, 3 hours until the real battle begins. Until Dameine’s first real mission starts. The Ordos has sent her this mission knowing it was her first, knowing that it was out of the way, and knowing that it would be easy. How wrong they would be…….

The Holo table glowed as it was given power. The planet Halodin was shown in high detail. From its plains, to the mountains, to the oceans. Then the holo changed to show two figures. One the Cardinal of The Church of Saint Antonio a small almost ancient man who was sitting on a throne. His features looked frail but the light in his eyes showed something else was there, devotion; the other the Cardinal of the Church of the Fiery Saint. The contrast to the two was huge. While the Cardinal of the Church of Saint Antonio was frail almost, this was someone young, nieve, a person who held a fire in his eyes that shoowered people with devotion. He was almost a living saint by his looks. His firey hair, his large frame. Not the type for a Cardinal but he was the Cardinal. (GM NOTE: Refer to the Information on Halodin thread for more details.)


This was the objective. One of them would be deemed heretical, while the other would bask in the victories. It was the way the world worked. One side won, the other side lost. But which side was the right side? Only one could find out by tredding the path. Only then could they know if they were to be holy or damned for all eternity.

Eridelle sat down on one of the seats, and crossed her legs. She knew very well that even if it was deemed an easy mission, it would not be exempt of complications. But at least she could count on the support of the Imperial authorities.

"Well, let's analyze this while we can. At first sight, the Cardinals are pious men. Misguided as they are, they can be trusted to be loyal servants of the Emperor. This means that none of the churches needs necessarily be heretical, in which case we might have to apply some creativeness to solve this mess. Otherwise, I will be more than happy to crush any heretic we come by."

We. Aren't you an Inquisitor now? But of course, they are your retinue. Your team. They will share your victory, or your defeat. She sighed.

"Now, let us see what assets we have. The PDF are under my control, and the Governor can be counted upon to be an ally. Of course, none of these should be trusted completely, but we might be forced to rely on them.

The population itself will probably cooperate with us depending entirely on what business is stated. If we asked the miners to give us information that could lead to the farmers to be deemed heretics, have no doubt they would gladly give it to us. Therefore, I do not think we can trust any of them to give us an objective review of the other party.

Shart, if you could find neutral parties in this planet, they would be no doubt useful. The PDF, any other minoratory but old church, and any Adepta Sororitas convent nearby would probably be great assets.

Anyone have any other ideas?"

Yes, asking them for their opinions is the right way to go. They will support you if you ask them to. Too many high-ranked officials disregard the advice of their subordinates, and lose everything out of their own arrogance...

"hmmm....maybe instead of just asking each group once, we should all ask but at different times, that way we can cross reference and see if any statement deos not fit. However, if we do that then they must not know that we are all part of the same group, instead we should split into smaller groups.....for example The Imperial guard and PDF units will most likly respond better towards a Commissar and Confessor or maybe a Colonel and Confessor or even a Colonal and Commissar. While the Goverment will respond better towards an Inquisitor, and the Adepta Sororitas will respond much better to one of their own. "

Junius paused for a breath and continued

"However that corse of action is not to trustworthy, they might just tell us what we want to hear, or what will possition their oppenants in harm....That is why we must take turns and interrogate them in seperate groups, we then elimenate most chance's of that."

Junius looked around at his fellow compainions, he did not know them very well and he had had little time for introductions. He had however caught the eye of the young Sister of Battle and had been slightly impressed with her eyes.

One eye blue and one eye green, lucky girl, reminds me of my youth when I had both eye's, I could never control their colour but sometimes they were both different, very rarely but somtimes. I do hope she hasn't been touched by Chaos, otherwise she will be in trouble if anyone else finds out.

The other's looked like they were a bit afraid of him and he was wary to keep it that way...people died but his friends didn't, he made sure of that.
Finally he asked

"Any other idea's?"

Boris tapped his long, stringy, fingers on his knees. He listened to the comments of the former Commissar and the Inquisitor. He wasn't too keen on the Commissar's idea, it was a long operation and would cause him a great deal of stress - and a lack of bodies. He sighed lightly under his breath.

"Inquisitor, If I may, I think we should go about this in the most efficient way possible."

Boris hadn't figured out what way that would be, yet, although he did know that he wasn't too keen on sticking around on the planet for longer than he needed to. The Cardinal's had to have someone to confide their plans and ideas in, someone for the retinue to extract information from. Boris closed his eyes and put his hands together in contemplation.

"... I propose we do some information gathering, not as intensive as the Commissar's idea, but something to start with. If I may assume, we don't have much more information than the pictures of these Cardinals - and the reports of civil unrest. I think if we ask these people, they will no doubt say the other side is heretical. I think somone neutral is a good place to start,"

He rubbed his cheeks and looked back at the Inquisitor;

"And if we do encounter heretics, can we attempt to retain their bodies as close to whole as possible?"

Meier bends down to tie the last of his equipment to the fuel tank of his flamer before stands up, hauling the extremely heavy package over his shoulders. He slips his arms into the shoulder reins and clasp the buckles over his midsection, belly and chest. With a shrug he confirms the feeling of being whole again. Scratching his gas masked head, looking for his stahlhelm; it lies a few feet away, spike pointing up threateningly.
He picks it up and straps it to his head, adjusting it as he steps up to the Holo table, standing next to Boris.

The ghostly visage of the gas mask stares across the holographic figures at the rest of the assembly. Not much to say and that is as much as he has said so far, but now he breaks his silence:

"We must stick together. The more scattered we are, the more vulnerable we are," he says in a raspy voice distorted by his mask.

He looks at Boris for a few seconds as he finishes his statement.

The faces of the two Cardinals elicited a growl from Grim. He knew that one of these "holy men" was a cursed heretic. The passage in the ship had be tiring, the need to cleanse this planet burning inside him.

"I agree that we need to start on neutral ground. One of these men are not fit to wear the robes of their office. For many years i fought along side Guard. I would feel comfortable to poke around with the Commisar."

His thoughts drifted to the Commisar. Recognizing the discipline and courage that came with the role, Grim gave a small nod of respect.

His trust didnt fully extend to the rest of the retinue. The BattleStister, despite her outward piety, disturbed Nickolai. The two differently colored eyes reminded him of the orbs of a cult he had purged years ago. He would watch her. The Savant seemed almost heretical in his discussion of Religion, while the Krieg were masters of death, a noble art. Thoughts about the bodyguard were neutral really.

The inquisitor herself seemed distant to the Confessor, not surprising considering the egg he gave her. It would be an interesting purge indeed.....

Junius listened to the Cofnessor, he had hoped that Grim would like a chance to poke around in the local PDF barracks so that he could get to know him better. Maybe not as friends but at least as Brothers in Battle as he and his men had been.

Junius also wanted to spend some time with the Battle Sister, she had a strange air about her and she was unnerving at times. She also clouded his mind, he wanted to know more about her.

However what scared him the most was himself. Not even Eri had seen his eyes change and if she did now then she might suspect a trap that some Chaos thing had laid and her retinue would be even worse.

Emperor please dont let them change, not now, keep them untill this mission is complete, I ask this of you Emperor, please.

What he did know was that when his eye's did change then something was going to happen..

And as Junius luck would have it, his eyes changed....

Boris flinched slightly at the proximity of Meier. He could feel his pulse getting a little faster, his connection to her was one that he wasn't the happiest about. But he loosened up when he remembered that she was the only one he knew, he took a slight comfort with her and his pulse slowed to a normal rate. She was one of the few people that Boris admired, she had moxy - Boris had to admit it.

Boris swerved his mind back to the task at hand and listened to the views of the Confessor, he still didn't agree. He shook his head and looked at the Confessor;

"I don't think teaming up in twos is a good idea, or at least not until we know who we're going to be interrogating. One of your is intimidating enough, the two of you together may drive someone into remaining silent."

Boris glanced around at the retinue, he let his gaze hold a little longer on both Meier and the Inquisitor. He adjusted his hands on the holotable - he looked at the Cardinal's figures a little longer and studied their features. He noticed a dip in one of their cheeks, he instantly knew that it must have been fractured before.

"Together, both of you are a little conspicuous - a Confessor and a Commissar?"

Boris knew that the both of them questioning anybody would be strange. They should be split up, or the PDF should be used.

The door to the room slides open, promptly slides shut again, and opens once more. "Marvelous, simply marvelous" Shart said with a smile. He stood in front of the open panel that he uncovered. "Oh yes very interesting." He studied the circuitry with out apparently noticing any of the conversation. After the topic had changed and he had disassembled and reassembled the control panel he turn to the inquisitor. "Right, what were you saying?" He wandered off into thought for a moment, then came back. "Right neutral groups! There would be the Arbites of course. They are most definately neutral. And, there are always the Mechanicus and I definately would not mind having a chat them. The must have some wonderful equipment here with all of the mining and foresting that occurs on this world. Why in fact..."

Eridelle wasn't sure on the best course of action. But now it was obvious. She raised a hand to stop Shart.

"Very well, I think the best course of action is apparent. We will not split into pairs. Instead, I will meet the Governor myself, while a second group, using the gunship for transportation, will operate independently. This second group will obtain information for third parties, while I investigate in the higher spheres.

The second group, led by Shart, will include Junius, Confessor Grim, Sister Ferrisha, and Boris. I will go with Meier and Soth."

Eridelle noticed the uneasy stares from those few who didn't have their faces covered. True, the groups were very uneven in both capability and numbers. But it had to be done this way. Her gaze flickered towards the two Cardinals' images on the holographic display. They seemed courteous enough, and they wouldn't be as stupid as to attack her directly.

But, still, are you doing the correct thing? Every decision you take might mean the deaths of one, or more, of them. She looked around at their faces. Shart, Junius, Soth, Ferrisha, those were the only ones whose expression she could see.

Being an Inquisitor is far harder than I ever thought...

Ferrisha had held her mouth shut. She was sure it isn't possible to make the others believe her idea was best, just burn both of them she could make them believe the best idea was just to burn those two Cardinals. She remembered the last time she tried to confess some to burn a few man to find get rid of the heretic. It almost caused her own death, the Inquisitor was not happy with the idea to burn two hundred men.

She paid little attention to the talking, she would just do what was ordered to do. She looked at the group. A strange group of people united in an even stranger way. This would be a strange experience. Of all the groups members she found the confessor and the commissar. She did not know about the confessor, is he a heretic or isn't he. Shouldn't he talk about our mighty Emperor instead of this nonsense. Who cares about machines, they are here and that’s all we need to know. And than the commissar, his eye reminded her of her father and mother, the deep green and the blue gray. Was he a heretic?

She vaguely heard the words the inquisitor said about the teaming up. Great I’m with the crazy savant and the commissar. Things could get interesting now. A little smile appeared on here face. She rubbed in her left eye. I wish this green wasn't there, curse that sick guy who called me his daughter. She stood up and walked to one of the walls and turned around letting her back fall against it. "Well, than we just wait for arriving, I say." She calmly said.

Meier is about to object to Dameine's decision to split them up in two teams. He'd rather have Boris within arms reach - or at least within ear's reach - to be safe. He doesn't trust the man and as long as Meier is stuck around these people he wants to keep Boris under a watchful eye.
But, he stops himself with the assurance that Boris has no reason to spill guts to the bunch he'll be traveling with.

Instead the Krieger looks over to the freak with the storm bolter; the other bodyguard that Dameine has brought along with her. He hasn't spoken yet so Meier decides to keep an eye on him for the time being.

"How long before we hit dirt?" he rasps to no one in particular.

Boris sighed when the Inquisitor decided the groups, he wasn't keen on the large groups. What good was he for an information gathering group? He couldn't fight, he couldn't shoot; if they were to get into a fire fight for any reason, Boris would be better off hiding behind the Sister of Battle. He sucked up his feelings, and nodded his head - she was the boss.

'At least I'm not with her'

He thought to himself, he was glad that he would be away from Meier. She wasn't someone he wanted to be close to, he disliked the relationship - and her being close would do little to ease Boris' mind. Tapping his fingers on the holotable, he looked at Shart and nodded.

Shart seemed eccentric to Boris, and if that wasn't right - he seemed like someone who wouldn't shut up. Boris was fine with it, the more talking he did the less Boris would have to.

The ship shuddered and then was still. The engines that had been a constant drone now came to a halt. Suddenly there was an eerie silence throughout the ship. Seconds later the pilot came over the vox link. ?Inquisitor, the captain has just informed me that we are now in geo-orbit over the planet Halodin. He is awaiting further instructions.? Inquisitor Eridelle depressed the return button and spoke to the pilot. ?Inform Captain Tork that he is to remain in geo-orbit over the capitals of the world, Venusa and await further instructions. We shall depart as soon as we can.? ?As you say inquisitor? The link went dead.

A minute or two later the ship compressed and the sounds of the linkage system to the ship falling off could be heard. Klaxons sounded dully through the ship as the cargo hold was depressurized into space. Everyone found some sort of a seat and strapped themselves in. Planetary landings weren?t the best. There was a pulling sensation as the gunship dropped from the cargo hold and into space, using its thrusters to steer clear of the ship. Within seconds the Dauntless Class Escort was receding into space.

Soon the gravitational pull brought the gunship into a steep decent. The wings and hull heating up to intense levels of heat, shining a bright crimson red as the sun pokes itself around the side of the planet. As soon as it started, it ended. The gunship moving its way easily through the wind currents. Bellow sat the major land mass, Helios. To the north of Helios sits the continent Marshal, the mining center of the world, while to the southwest lies the farming center of the world, Juzan. The gunship made its way to the largest continent and started its decent.

The ship entered the cloud cover and when it receded it gave off a magnificent sight. The sun was just coming over the mountains in the east, spreading its warm rays over the large capital city of Venusa. To the west lay the agricultural fields while the east had signs of large mining districts carving their way through the mountain side. As the gunship got closer three large buildings could be seen. The first was the governor?s palace, a large fortress with huge walls and a giant central gate that was now just swinging open to admit the daily influx of representatives and other important people. Weapon emplacements bristled off the wall, their muzzles catching the suns rays to glint back up at the gunship.

The other two buildings were situated on either side of a river that crossed through the city. Each were exquisite in their own right. On the mountain side there was the Church of the Fiery Saint, while facing it on the argi side is the Church of Saint Antonio. Situated between the two is a smaller building which the saint?s remains are interred. Each building was constructed using marble from the quarries cut to exact fit. There was little use of any mortar if at all. The buildings themselves were ancient but still they shown as though they were just built. Flags could be seen unfurled across the city, those pronouncing their faith to the saint and to the Emperor.

There was a click of the vox and the pilot spoke, ?Madame Inquisitor, what are your orders.? There was a slight pause in which Shart whispered into her ear where he wanted his team to be dropped off before she replied. ?Drop down to the nearest Machanicus outpost, I have to drop off some of my retinue to investigate some matters. From there you shall land in the palace. After that you are to return to the drop off spot of the first group and await orders either from myself or Shart.? ?As you wish Madame.? The link cut and the gunship turned a little to correct its coarse.

Thrusters firing the ship came to a halt above a courtyard just outside of the Adeptus Machanicus building. The red stoned building sat like a ancient structure of old, the power within could easily be felt even inside the gunship. A large front door with the symbol of the Machanicus was the only way in. It could easily accommodate a super heavy battle tank between its two doors but there was a smaller entrance for more menial day to day operations in one of the doors. Shart, Junius, Confessor Grim, Sister Ferrisha and Boris all disembarked out onto the flagstones. The gunship?s ramp shutting behind them as it lifted off to make its second drop. It was a short flight to the palace and the gunship set itself down in the center courtyard where a group of people waited with an honor guard present. As soon as Inquisitor Eridelle, Meier and Soth touched the flagstones the ship lifted off again to carry out its orders.

The honor guard of soldiers came to attention and presented arms as the Inquisitor and her small party made their way towards the Governor. ?Ahh Inquisitor Eridelle, I have been waiting for your arrival. I hope your journey was well?? The tfour other people with him, a woman and three men, waited for their introductions before speaking. The woman was wearing a simple yet elegant dress, which matched the Governor?s own attire which was that of simplicity yet elegance. The first man wore the attire of the Halodin PDF. Medals decorated his chest but from the looks of his waist line he hadn?t seen any sort of combat for a long time. The two other men stood far apart, each however wore the livelihood of a confessor but each had a different symbol etched onto it. One was a representative from the Church of the Fiery Saint, the other from the Church of Saint Antonio.

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On the other side of the city however the gunship returned to its ordered destination and awaited further instructions, its thrusters still warm. There was no sign of any activity from the Adeptus building besides the usual machine grinding and production. The courtyard was quite, the people of Halodin just awaking to the new day.

"Well that wasnt the best ride i've had, but here we are" Junius said trying to ease the tension within the group as he put on his Commissar's cap and his father's Colonel rank pips.

"Shart may I suggest we go in and have a look around.....also I noticed that we do look a bit odd our group so I think we should enter individually and meet up on the inside. hmmm also I think we should try and keep our weapons as secret as possible...if any of you get into a spot of bother with the local's it would be bad, and although I could get out of it very quickly due to me Rank and Station, Boris and you might have a harder time." Junius tried to suggest, though his worry for Eri had gotten worse with her decision.

"May we preceed?"

Eridelle let her hat slide down onto her back, her hair free to float in the breeze remaining after the ship's departure. Her eye surveyed those around her quickly. Her attention turned back to the man addressing her. Even as her mouth whispered the words in her soft voice, her brain noted the position of the honour guard around the small group.

"It has been indeed, Governor Yukan. And interesting. But I am sure that my stay on Halodin shall prove far more interesting."

Power sword on back, scabbard facing right. Winchester in trenchcoat, facing forwards and left side, knife on waist right side. She held the wolf skull on her left hand, facing forwards. The camera on its right eye mimicked the look of her bionic eye. The sun reflected a pale brightness on her trenchcoat and normal eye, as the steel of the camera and the bionic eye glinted.

"I hope that you can introduce me to your companions, as well as to your..." Eridelle looked at the woman at the Governor's side. "...wife?"

As for the military-dressed man, she had no doubts about who he was. Lord General Daeus Crutz. Eridelle hoped he was reliable. She would need as many allies as possible, and often, the highest officials were not the best ones...

The footsteps of Meier's reinforced boots echo monotonously across the courtyard, the hem of the coat flapping around the sodlier's ankles as he follows behind Eridelle. Though the group he has been assigned to is supposedly going to end a whole creed followed by millions, the welcome party is something of a disappointment. Less than a handful of representatives and a group of guards most likely disgruntled about having to come out here and meet with the arrivals so early in the morning.

Meier doesn't pay attention to te representatives though, but turns his face to the assembled honour guard. His thumb idly taps the handle of the nozzle he carries in his hands, the opening pointing at the ground.

Ferrisha was still amazed about the two cathedrals, they where beautiful buildings indeed, the Emperor worthy. However, that was no not important. She shook here head and looked at Adeptus Machanicus outpost. What a strange place this is, she thought.

She checked her weapons, first her flamer strapped on her back and than her bolt pistol, both had to be loaded and ready to fire, you never know what is in these buildings. After that she looked at her chainsword, she took it out of it’s scabbard and looked if it was okay, after that she putted back.

She listened to Junius plan and said: “I don’t think that’s a good idea, we should stick to gather,” so I can keep an eye on all of you, she thought after those words. “It’s possible we don’t have the change to re-group in the building, and we are a small group already, so you get my point.”

"Ah forgive me, where have my manners gone' This is Lady Margret Kale, my wife. This fellow here (motioning towards the represenative of the Church of the Fiery Saint) is Cardinal Secondus Lito, while my other representative from the Church of Saint Antonio is Cardinal Secondus Ui (motioning to the next church representative). And this would be Lord General Daeus Crutz, our asteemed Planetary Defense Force commander. The Marshal Primus could not make it to this meeting. A situation came up on the Marshal continent, revolts in the mines again." He said this last part with some air about it that told the he was not pleased with the matter. Cardinal Seconuds Lito was a man in about his 50?s or 60?s, his hair cropped short to his head, his goatee almost pure white. On the contrast however he was well built for someone his age. His eyes were dark and they told of countless years of wisdom and sights that no person should see. He wore the heraldry of the Church of the Fiery Saint on his robes of crimson and on a chain that hangs around his neck. On his back he wore an eviscerator that had countless purity seals hanging off it, telling of his good deeds to the church. In his hand he held a large tome which looked as though it was going to fall apart at any moment.

Cardinal Secondus Ui however was quite different from his counterpart. He was young, probably only 20-30 years old. He was a large man, standing at six feet tall, easily weighing at two hundred and fifty pounds. Just like his counterpart his hair was cropped short and he wore no beard. There were no weapons visible on the man, but he held a tome just like Cardinal Secondus Lito did. His robes were a deep red and they flowed around him in the slight breeze that came through the courtyard. The hems of the robes a pure white. He too wore a chain around his neck with the heraldry of his own church and on his robes.

Lady Margret Kale was of average build. She looked strong, yet elegant. Demanding yet merciful. Her eyes told of innocents yet at the same time a playful side of someone who is cooped up inside the fortress. She wore a dark blue dress which trailed behind her. She was simple yet in a way to show that she still held a lot of power. Her hair was a yellow white that shown in the sun. She must have only been in her early twenties. She held herself tall with an air that said she was used to getting things done her way. Her hands were in front of her clasped together.

Lord General Daeus Crutz looked like he hadn?t seen combat in a long, long time. His stomach was barely contained in the PDF uniform and his chest bristled with medals that he had won?or made up. On his head he had a PDF cap with the headquarters symbol and the imperial eagle emblazoned on them. His face held a couple wrinkled but it was dominated by the large plasma burn that covered the right side of his face. He had opted for no bionics and his right eye was a mess of flesh. His other one however told of countless battles and of a wisdom that most of the upper elite didn?t even posses, military strategy. He had a holstered bolt pistol on his hip and a ceremonial blade in a sheath.

Governor Regent Yukan Kale was a man who?.was well past his prime, or at least, fighting prime. He was a man of someone average height. Standing at about five feet six inches, but his girth was almost as tall as he was. He wore a large ceremonial robe around him. A lively yellow, almost matching his wife?s hair. His hair was long and tied in a pony tail behind his head, gray streaks through the jet black hair. On him he wore the heraldry of the governor on a chain which hanged to about his mid section. The chain and emblem were all crafted with an exquisite mixture of adamantine, gold, and silver. His hands were full of rings, each with a different symbol on them.

The honor guard around them wore the slate gray uniforms of the house guard. Carapace armour glinting in the sun light. They held their auto guns pointed to their chests and were looking straight ahead. Their faces were shielding by the visors of their helmet. There were no threatening gestures from any of them, they knew who they were messing with and this wasn?t some petty lord wanting more coin from the vault to expand his agricultural fields. Each of the solders were like toys, all clear and crisp. None of them moved, even as a large gust came by and moved some of the leaves around them.

Boris eyed Shart and whipped his glance to Junius as he started to talk. The quick retort by the Sister of Battle was one idea that Boris could agree with. He nodded and gave a sneeze. Through a sniffle;

"I too think we should stay together. We may look conspicuous - but once on the inside we'll still be meeting together.

Boris threw out another sneeze to his left, and spit to the ground. He sighed.

'I must be allergic to something...'

He looked to Shart again;

"What do you say?"

"I still suggest we go inside....Boris are you ok? you keep sneezing..."

Junius was checking his own weapons after he saw the Sister do it, his chainsword was ok and within a seconds activation, his Bolt Pistol was neatly in its holster and his ammo was carefully in his ammo puch. He was ready but he noticed one or two of his companions seemed a bit occupied and off-mission as it were. He just hoped that they could get going soon, the waiting was killing him.

Cardinals, I obviously can't count on them to give me any objective information. So far, the only interesting assets are the General, the Governor, and his wife.

"I am glad to meet such an assortment of noble people, even if the circumstances are not the best. I am sure my stay here will be enjoyable, though, if your staff lives up to my expectations."

Yes, politeness, mixed in with threats. Politics. How I despise them.

"I am Inquisitor Eridelle Dameine, although I am sure you already know this." Eridelle turned her head an inch to her right, a gesture that meant she was speaking of Meier. "This is Krieger soldier Meier Mihaili. A good man if I ever saw one." Then, she turned her head another inch to her left. "And this is Soth, my personal bodyguard. Both are proven servants of the Emperor, and shall aid me in solving this problem."

Yet more hidden messages. If it were up to me, I would grab your throats and twist until I had all the infomation I need...

Eridelle awaited the Governor's invitation to step into the palace with a mixture of curiousity, and boredom. One can only be so much time inside a space ship without anything to hunt.

As his name is mentioned, Meier glances briefly at the higher-ups before he turns his attention to their surroundings. He studies the courtyard silently, looking for exits, windows and any machines or vehicles before he lets his gaze travel across whatever outside landscape that might be viewable from his angle.

His breathing is faintly audible from his air cleaner as he lets the essentials talk to each other in peace.

"Ah well met, well met. Now to move things right along here as I'm sure that you no doubt want to get working on the problem." He motioned for the group to enter the castle. The honor gaurd keeping step with the others. Their weapons pointing out looking for any potential threats. The group passed through a giant wooden door then two smaller ones. Each however were big enough to allow a Land Raider comfortably through. They passed countless tapestries of various people. From the heroic defence of a farmstead to the emperor, there were hundreds if not thousands of works of art in this corridor alone. The governor talked the whole time, telling of one heroic deed to the next. He was certainly proud of his heritage no doubt.

They reached a large chamber which had a gigantic round table in its center. The surface was of some ancient timber that must have weighed a couple of tons. In the center of the table sat a hologram projector. It was turned off. To the right side of the room were huge cathedral like windows which overlooked the city. On the left side of the wall hung a giant map of the city. It was built into the wall with a stasis field enshrouding it. The map must have been a couple centuries old, but it was intenesly descriptive. From streets, to alleyways it was down to the smallest detail. Across from the entrance to the room was another door which probibly led into another room much like this one. But for now it was shut.

"Now down to buisness." Motioning for everyone to find a seat he himself sat down. "I'm sure inquisitor that you know your reasoning to come here. The celebration of the saint's 2,500th maryterdom is approaching fast. The two churches have been at it constantly an...." "Well excuse us for wanting to purge out the heretic!" Lito blurted out. "Your calling me a heretic? Look at you, your a here..." "ENOUGH OF THIS." Yukan yelled. His composer lost for a moment but he quickly regained it. "Now as I was saying. The two churchs have deemed the other one heretical. I myself do not want to get involved in matters which may have dire reprocusions on the rest of the sector. I have asked you to come and help sort this mess out. You have my full cooperation as well as anyone elses." He said this last part sternly and looked at the two church represenatives. "Now, was there anything that you wanted to discuss at the present time?"

The other people in the room didnt seem bothered by the outburst of the church represenatives. It seemed that it was a common place event. Lady Kale was occupying herself by looking out the window while Lord General Crutz was busy straightening out his military uniform. The governor kept his eye on the church represenatives but directed his attention to the inquisitor. There were only four honor gaurds present at the room, their weapons at rest. Two for each door. None of them moved, even when the priests made their outbursts.

"Oh my... oh my. Most wonderful indeed." Shart's eyes drifted slowly over the structure absorbing all of the details. "Commisar your Idea is outstanding, however I do believe there is only one way in, and they more than likely will not allow us to enter without a touch of Inquisitorialy athourity. A secretive bunch they are. I wouldn't mind knowing some of those secrets myself." Shart began to shuffle towards the smaller door. "We should proceed with haste!"

As Shart shuffled at a rather fast pace towards the door, those inside took it for a more hostile manner. Two servitor manned gun emplacements above the door sprang out of their housing to point a multi-melta and assault cannon at Shart. Other defence mechanisims could be heard, but what they were, no one was quite sure. A loud hailer to the right of the door spoke. "You are in danger of a painful death if you do not specify your actions and what you want." The voice was cold, calculating and above all machine. It was however well able to back up its threat.

The people who had started to funnel into the courtyard started to stare at the group. Before there was no real reason, now that they had angered the Adeptus, there was always cause for concern. Most people viewed them as mythical at worst, psycho builders for the imperium at best. But when someone angered them....they knew to stay well away. Now the only people who were remotely close to the red building was the inquisitorial retinue. A silence fell over the courtyard.

Meier follows the inquisitor silently, flamer resting comfortably across his thighs as they move forwards and backwards in step with the prosession. The mute stare of his gas mask lingers on the saints depicted on the walls, their images feflected in his round lenses. The heroes of the Imperium. Celebrated servants of the God Emperor of Man.
Meier has no ambition to end up among them.

They enter a huge chamber, it's vastness leaving the Krieger with a sense of exposure. He shakes his head and focuses on the table ahead. Moving closer, he realises that it is made out of wood, and slows down. He looks around himself at the guards who positioned themselves at the exits. The leaders move to seat themselves and though Meier approaches the table, he only stops by it to put his hand on the top, slowly stroking the aged wood with gloved fingers.
If this is once piece, he ponders. Then I'd like to see the tree that spawned it.

As the others sit down, Meier moves off towards the window facing the city. Not alone though, as the Lady Kale is already standing there, gazing out on the metropolis. The Death Trooper joins her, taking in the sight of the myriads of buildings, the only sound coming from his respiratory device.

Ferrisha looked at where the voice came from. Stupid machines, they are good for nothing, she thought. "We are part of the inquisitorial retinue from inquisitor Eridelle Dameine. Remove these toy-guns and let us enter, we have some questions for you." She shouted all those words to the hailer. Her hand had moved towards her bolt pistol but her other hand was going to her black hair, moving it out of her face. She tapped impatiently with her feet waiting for the guns to leave.

While looking at the guns she thought about what they could do to her. The huge cannons where somewhat appealing, such power, it could be used in good ways instead of treating followers of our beloved Emperor.

Junius was worried and after hearing the sister had decided to take the lead.
He took off his trenchcoat and revealed his Commissar atire, at the same time he drew his Chainsword and bolt pistol.

"In the name of the Emperor, STAND DOWN, who are you to question the authority of the Holy Inquisition and the Commissariat.

If you do not stand down immediatly I will shoot you as TRAITERS and HERETICS."

And just to prove his point he pointed his Bolt Pistol at the nearest servitor.

Junius waited for the response...

Boris sighed and moved his hands into clear site, he didn't want to seem hostile. feeling a sneeze coming on, he leaned to his right and let it go. The slight grogginess that plagued him after every sneeze soo ensued and he looked at Shart, and Ferrisha as she started to speak.

'I wouldn't mess with a gun that large...' Boris thought.

How could this Sister of Battle, even if she was a Sister of Battle, expect to take on the machine controlled weapons that had them at gun point. Her courage brought both comfort and fear to Boris; she could protect them - but she'd also take on anything. Boris spit to the side of himself.

The glob of saliva hit the ground and Boris heard the Commissar speak. Boris wanted to take his own life, busting down their door like this could not be the greatest way to make an entrance. The Commissar had rank, and he had some flappy gums - and he now proved, to Boris, that he had some massive courage.

"We mean no violence."

The words were contradictory to all the actions that had occurred just previously. Under most circumstances Boris would have kept quiet, but with a gun pointed at him he couldn't hold the words in.

What wonderful creation! Those mighty servators could blow the flesh off many an enemies flesh. Wait they consider us an enemy don'y they... "Oh my..." Shart halted and cleared his throat. "As my companions have said, we are here on order of the Inquisition and we mean no harm. I believe that you are more than logical enough to understand the situation. Now please have your servitors deactivate, even though I would enjoy spending some time studying them, we have some questions to ask you." Shart waited for the servitors to deactivate, trying to gain any instight posible from looking at them.

The huge tapestries and the honour guard's discipline didn't surprise Eridelle much. After all, this wasn't the first time she had walked through such corridors. Although the size of the table in the meeting room was amazing. She couldn't remember seeing a tree big enough to make such a table in her whole life.

She sat down, and looked at the two church representatives. It amused her, how they seemed to be the exact opposite of their own church. The youngest one didn't seem that much a follower of the Church of Saint Antonio, while the oldest one certainly didn't look like the best man of the Church of the Fiery Saint, if not for his Eviscerator.

"Rest assured, holy men, that if there is a Heretic in this planet, he shall be found and judged."

Then, she turned to the Governor. Truth was, she sympathised with him. She had had to control Ferrisha quite a few times, but controlling two Cardinals couldn't be much easier.

"I will do everything I can to relieve you of this problem, Governor. I am aware of the difficulties that surface when the servants of the Emperor fight among themselves, and Emperor willing, I will solve this conflict without any more blood spilt.

I think there is nothing I need to discuss right now. I prefer to work out things step by step, even if it is a slightly slower process. However, I would like to know what acts will be carried out to celebrate the martyrdom. The acts by both churches."

Eridelle didn't really expect her confident words to calm anyone down, but at least it would be clear that she was going to do anything necessary for the investigation. Truth was, what worried her most, was how to solve the situation between the churches without declaring one of them heretical. She couldn't unify them again, not seeing how things were now. But surely there was some way of solving this...

Lady Kale took a glance out the window before speaking to Meier. Her gaze never left the scene outside. "Now this is interesting, you yourself seem to come from a death cult? This...Kreige you speak of, your home planet, what is it like there?" She was quite blunt with her question. A smart woman, but still curious. Most likely she had only read about most places then have gone there. She continued on. "I have read many a book from across the galaxy about all these places, the wars, but I have not read anything about you or your people." She was not dissrespectful towards Meier, just curious. Being the wife of a Governor Regent ment she was a figure peice, only their to satsify the proper code of a wife.

She kept her voice low, but not a whisper. Whispers attracted attention and she didn't want to bring any unwanted attention to her conversation. She continued to glace out the window, but cast a lingering eye over Meier. It was definatly not a good idea not to answer her. The tone in her voice was questioning, but on the other hand she was the one used to getting her way....always.

The Governor answered the inquisitor's question before either of the priests could protest. He definatly wanted to make sure a more nuetral point of view was heard before the bickering started again.

"The celebration of Saint Antonio is something the entire planet partakes in. Preperations start months before hand. Whole communities come together to celebrate the saint. For two weeks the whole planet gives celebration for what Saint Antonio has done for us. Thousands of pilgrams make their way to this city for the celebrations. It is one giant mass of worshiper's who have come to give praise. Each of the churches have their own means and ways of celebrating. It is also at this time that the differences of the two churches are put aside for one sermon. Both cardinals lead the entire mass in one moment of unitarity. Though in the past this has been strenuous, this year is predicted to be far worse. The saint's remains are also shown to the masses, this is a chaotic time, but the people find it vitalizing. Celebrations will last, then when they are over, the masses will return to what they were doing before. This is a time of freedom to worship the saint." The governor looked around to make sure the church represenatives wouldnt blurt anything out before waiting to answer any more questions from the inquisitor.

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The servitors trained their guns on the overzealous commissar. Their simple brains reconizing one thing. A threat. There was a whine as the assault cannon sped up its barrels to firing speed and the multi-melta started to buz as the power built up inside it. Before the servitors could do much more they were deactivated. Their weapons pointed to the ground, but did not receed into the wall as they had come out. A figure appeared at the small door of the building. It was one of the robed tech priests. He couldn't have been very high up in the chain of command for most of his body was sitll human. His face wasnt visible, covered in shadow by his hood that he wore over his face. His movements were still human however.

"That wasn't a very smart idea to challenge a gaurdian class servitor like that. I hope you have a good reason for me coming out here. We do not have a problem killing those who threaten the great machine, we do however take notice when they threaten to destroy one of our beloved machines. Now, with a human brain like mine, I may be of some more help. What is it that you want from the mechanicus, we are always willing to cooperate with the inquisitors." He stood in the doorway but there was no light behind him. Only darkness. The party however could hear the sounds of thousands of machines at work. The people around the courtyard resumed their daily buisness, atleast for now.

"Hail, I am Commissar Junius of the Inquisitor Eridelle Dameine's retinue. behind me is the Battle Sister Ferrisha Moranal, the Krieg Medic Boris Glorin, the Confessor Nickolai Grim and Shart.

We are all of the Inquisitor Eridelle Dameine's retinue and we have come to ask you some questions."

As Junius said this he sheathed his Chainsword and put away his Bolt Pistol. Moving towards the unknown tech priest he pointed to each of his companions in turn as he mentioned them.

"And what is your name sir?" he asked him

Shart walked toward the adept, "We really must cut to the chase. We have no time for pleantries. We must speak to someone who can give us an acurate and complete view of both of the religous factions on this planet." Shart made sure to walk quickly. "We really musn't dally."

OoC: My first post here, be gentle... :P As Soth has no tongue I will use handsignals written in Cursive between " ". Thoughts are still in Cursive but without the ".


IC: The celebration of St. Antonio... A planet wide celebration. It would attract many thousands of men.
Soth tabbed the Inquisitor on her shoulder.

"Ma'am, if the Governer is right... then with all those people, there has to be a heretic somewhere... Maybe even more then one."

He finished the last sentence with his hands, waiting if Eridelle understood what he said.

Boris sighed and let his, still, raised arms fall to his sides. He bowed his head slghtly and moved himself forward - he wanted to get a closer look at how the machines had augmented the human body. Boris started to study the Tech Priest's body, it was still mostly human, but the machine that was there astounded Boris.

'... Incredible', Boris thought.

He peered into the dark building and moved himself closer to Shart, so he would get in a little quicker. Boris sneezed, lightly, again and this time didn't take the time to direct it away from the group - but it didn't seem to get in anyone's personal space.

"Excuse me." Boris said in apology.

Eridelle nodded to Soth. If there was a Heretic somewhere, the best moment for his... or her plans to come to fruition would be the celebrations. But, what plans...?

A civil war! Suddenly, it was clear as water. What better way to worship Chaos than making Chaos itself? If handled with cunning, the celebration could become a bloodbath. And even if there was no heretic, and it was only a struggle of power, the consequences would be nonetheless disastrous.

Suddenly, this mission didn't seem that easy anymore. She cursed in her mind. It had been Dameine who had insisted that she was ready to become an Inquisitor. Now she was sure that he had only wanted to get her away from him. She knew he would have not sent her to such a dangerous mission knowing what was in store for her. When I get back, I wil have to speak with him... IF I get back...

Eridelle rose her head, and stared directly at the Cardinals. She did so with a menacing expression. These matters were too serious to spare no effort.

"You should be aware that, if there is indeed a heretic in this planet, the worst thing your churches could do is start a war among themselves. The celebration is a prime moment for a terrorist attack to be carried out. Should a heretic employ cunning enough methods, a bloodbath is ensured.

Therefore, I want both churches to put aside their differences starting this second. Do everything in your hands to ensure that the worshippers of Saint Antonio do not harbor resentment or hate towards their rivals. A civil war would benefit no one but Chaos, and if you do nothing to avoid this, be sure you will get your just deserts in the end."

Then, her attention shifted to General Crutz.

"Lord General, the PDF should secure their armouries, and stand ready for possible attacks. If there is a war brewing, your armories will be a main target."

Eridelle turned to the Governor.

"Governor, make sure that security around the Cardinals is as tight as possible in these days, and specially so before, during, and after the celebration. I do not doubt an attempt on the life of one of these is among any possible heretic's objectives. Such an attempt could indeed be the event that would spark a possible civil war."

Eridelle wondered what the second team was doing. She really hoped they were faring better than her, because as far as she knew, she was stumbling around blind. She spoke again.

"These are only suspicions, of course. However, taking into account the proximity of planet-spanning celebrations, the possibility of heretics being on the works here, and the hate both churches harbor for the other, it is not hard to imagine what the consequences of laxity could be.

Cardinals, I expect of you that you do not spare any effort to end this rivalry, if not now, then at least temporarily. Send me a report with your accusations against the other church, and I will study them. I expect OBJECTIVE accusations, Cardinals, not childish words owed to a power struggle. Emperor willing, I can solve all of this without the blood of your children being spilt. Your cooperation will ensure a peaceful end to this rivalry.

Lord General, your men should stand ready and fortify the PDF Headquarters. This is a worst-case scenario, of course, but being ready for the worst never hurt anyone.

Governor, the security of your palace should be taken in concern too. It is a very obvious target. Also, I suggest you put your best men to guard the Cardinals. If as I suspect a civil war is in the making, they are an essential objective for our enemies."

Eridelle wondered if she wasn't being extreme on the measures. But then, she wondered if there wasn't something else she hadn't thought of. She sighed in a hiss, releasing some tension. She put the wolf skull on the table, and looked at it. She would have to put all of this into notes, and the skull was a good assistant for that. The recorder hidden just over its superior jaw would make sure that, should she fail, and die, others would learn from her mistakes.

Suddenly, the possibility of never seeing Dameine again was a bit nearer than before. It was a feeling, nothing more. An intuition. As far as she knew, there was no heretic on the planet. But...

What if there IS...?

Then you will fulfill your duty to the Emperor and carry out your mission. You were trained for this, Eridelle. You will do well as long as you remember... and besides, you can count on them, can't you?

Her gaze drifted over the table, to the other side of the room, where Meier talked to Lady Kale. And she could feel Soth's presence at her side. She felt comforted, but, a deep fear settled in Eridelle's heart...

Meier's head turns slowly to face Margret as she speaks, lenses staring at her expressionlessly. So this woman is the Lady of the Planet? Actually, it doesn't appear that much surprising to the Krieger; she seems to archetypical for a ruler's wife: The demeanor, the reading and curiosity. So unlike Crina.

"Toxic," he says then. "Krieg, that is. The price of heresy." Yeah, that sounds fittingly devout. "It is why the Death Korps don gasmasks." With those few words he falls silent, pondering the uses for this woman. If she is the curious type, then maybe she is also the talkative one? It would certainly do to get some inofficial information from such an important source. The governor could hide information. Isn't that what politicians are for?

"You grew up here?" he asks her, to draw the discussion away from himself. "Perhaps you could inform me about this world's people and traditions? I wouldn't want to end up in any cultural misunderstandings."

The techpriest looked at the ex commissar. "My name is not important. I serve the great machine." As they tried to get closer the servitor gun's trained themselves onto the group. "I suggest you dont come closer. True there is an inquisitor of who you say on this planet. However with the threat of a heretic cult going around, we are taking no risks. The best place to look for your information on the churches is at the Crakus Islands in the Shrine of Devotion. We keep our noses out of the church of the imperium. We follow the great machine god and keep outselves out of the Ecclesiarchy. It is not our job to come around and find out information on the two bickering churches. Now if you will excuse me, I have other buisness to attend to." With that, before Boris could get even a remote glance into the doorway or even at the techpriest, he walked back into the doorway and it closed behind him. Locks could be heard closing and the servitors kept their guns trained on the group. The meeting was over.

The people around the courtyard watched the event with mute silence before returning to their work. Some even laughed at the thought of it. Surely these men had some brains? Asking the Adeptus Mechanicus for information on a church that isnt the great machine? It didn't matter anyways they were atleast shown in the right direction. Now to only find the place....

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Lito was the first to answer. "You are asking two churches who hate each other with a passion, and who have done so for the past thousands of years, to put this aside so suddenly? You ask for the impossible inquisitor. The only thing you can hope for is for the churches to look after their flocks, which we always do with the highest thought to their saftey. However to unite two people who have hated each other for thousands of years cannot just be turned aside at the words of the inqusitition. Our protection of the Cardinals is always taken into the highest regard. We have our own private bodygaurds who have been trained from birth to counter assassination attempts. If they cannot gaurd the cardinals' no one can. I will be more then willing to gather a list of accusations against the other church." Lito looked at his counter part, Ui, for his imput. "I wholehearedly agree with Lito on this matter. Yes it is true that we do hate each other with a burning passion. And what Lito has said is true. We have our own defences against the heretic and they are the best out there. I to will submit the accusations to you. This matter needs to be taken care of."

General Crutz answered next. "My men will have the PDFHQ and armouries under the tighest control. Patrols of course will be trippled and the reserves called upon. There will be increased defences on all of the important places. Every position will be on standby until the celebrations are done and over with." He rose then spoke again. "If you will excuse me, I have preperations to attend to." He bowed then walked out the giant doors. An aid was there to greet him and they becan conversing back and forth. Making their way out of the citidel.

"I will do everything in my power to make sure that the palace is secure and that the cardinals have as much protection as they can. However, I do request that you listen to the church represenatives. You ask for the impossible inquisitor. These people have known only hatred for the other. You cannot just throw that aside at the word of one peron. Be it that person is an inquisitor, they cannot just change the minds of a whole planet in one almost casual jesture. I do not wish to sound disrespectful and I appologize if I do. However it is like holding back two waves from hitting each other with but just one finger. What Cardinal Secondus Lito has said is the best the two churches can offer. I myself will personally oversee the upgrades to security and make sure that everyone of importance, the masses, the churches, cardinals, everyone is under the highest security possible. I will inform our Marshal Primus of the Arbites of this matter when he returns and he will no doubt have any problems putting out his entire force in an effort to help you." The governor regent looked at the inquisitor with the most serious face possible. "I do not like the thought of heresy on my planet Inquisitor. This matter is very close to my heart which is out to the masses. You can trust me in saying I will do everything humanly possible to prevent a bloodbath."

The two church representatives got up bowed, said their goodbyes to the group then walked out the door. They would no doubt be off to inform their cardinals of the events and to write up their reports of the other church.

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Lady Kale said nothing for a moment. "It seems you are on a crusade of repentance. I admire that very much. The Emperor must look down on you in favor." She thought for a moment about how to go about answering his question to her. Finally she came to a conclusion. "It is fairly simple. There are the two churches who have their own beliefs on the Saint. They are at constant war with each other, and at most times, open bloodshed. The celebration of the saint is about the one peaceful time out of the whole year that the churches put aside their differences. There are a couple nuetral parties, arbites, the mechanicus, and the fishermen villages out in the scattered islands that dot this world. However the PDF is of course divided in beliefs. No matter how hard the Lord General talks of unity, there is always a division between the troops. It is a way of life here, you are either on one side or the other for the most part if you grow up on any of the continents. As to my past, I was born in one of the fishing villages. I worked and saved as much as I could to get out of them. I found myself to this magnificent city where the governor regent found me. Soon he brought me into his household and I became his wife. A common happening on this world..."

Before she could speak further a house gaurd came walking briskly into the room. Two other men of the housegaurd followed. He walked up to the governor regent and whispered into his ear. In a matter of seconds his face fell. He dismissed the messenger then spoke. "It seems bloodshed is inevitable. On one of the statues, actually the biggest statue a confessor of the Church of Saint Antonio was found. He is dead of course. But Emperor have mercy on his soul. I have instructed them not to move the body, however if you wish to investigate it, then be my guest. However I can only give you a couple of hours at most. The body must be taken down as soon as possible. I fear these attacks would resume. They had become lax over the past few months. And at most they were back alley brawls. But this, this has not happened for a while. The matters are grave at hand indeed." The governor looked out into space, becoming lost in his own thoughts.

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From where Lady Kale and Meier stood they could see the formations of PDF troopers working their way out into the city. Patrols were starting the countless soldiers were being moved. The great gates to the palace were shutting and the honor gaurd were put to high alert. Down in the courtyard of the mechanicus, the second party could feel a change in the air. The people started to move around more quickly and get their buisness taken care of. Others looked around as if something were to happen. Things had definatly gone from bad to worse. There was one stentch across the city that everyone could feel. It was fear.