Soliaire 2...Magna Four Sub-sector...Securis Lux...Planetary Governor Alphelius Marximus...Sherpa Silverlain.

Four over six months now, Appia Merula of the Callidus Temple had been navigating and mapping as much of the cityscape of this planet as she could. She had been doing so in the guise of a Sister Hospitaller - the very form she now inhabited, the bone white Hospitaller carapace she now wore, and the medical tools that she carried leisurely in one hand all adding to this flawless disguise; before coming to the planet ahead of the rest of the newly authorised 'Task Force', she had spent weeks studying the workings and beliefs of the Orders Hospitaller of the wider Adeptus Sororitas, as well as altering her appearance just so.

Where once would have stood a blonde Synskin-clad assassin, now there walked a silver-haired Sister of Healing from the Order of Our Guiding Throne. Where once her face may have seemed pleasing yet unnerving to the eye, it now resembled the soft and compassionate visage of an experienced healer from the Order - a certain Sister Hospitaller Maria Delforce, a member of her Order who would not be returning from her duties in the Calixis Sector but would live on in some way by this disguise. It had taken nearly a year to perfect this impersonation right down to the level of DNA, but now she walked among the sick and poor of the Soliaire Two ravine cities and healed or helped them as if she had doen so her entire life, many thanking her and blessing the name of the Emperor's servant who's face she now wore.

There were but two who knew of her true identity, that being the Planetary Governor himself, and the designated leader of the Task Force Sherpa Silverlain. All others had, and would, be kept completely in the dark until such time as her identity was required to be revealed...if it ever was. Even the former two had never seen her actual face, and she would do everything she could to keep it that way

Eventually, as with all the others, she had been summoned to the palace of the Governor...and knew that it was not a request.

To someone who had seen cities both of Mankind and Xenos origin, who had flitted from one side of the galaxy to the other, who had been to a thousand systems or more, and who had slain countless threats to the Imperium whilst striking from the shadows, the entire world of Soliaire Two - and even the Governor's vast cathedral of a palace, impressive as it might be to one who had not seen the Imperial Palace on Holy Terra - seemed quite dull or even boring. That was not to say that Appia, or Maria as she currently was, did not enjoy the view of rising spires and fine architecture peaking through the ever-present layer of smog below, the wind whipping through her hair as she peeked from within the confines of the shuttle bearing her toward the palace and her newest employer - she enjoyed all that celebrated the Emperor and the edifice of the Imperium, but when you've seen a hundred thousand monuments to His glory then you've seen most of them.

Once the shuttle had landed with a hiss of thrusters and a small jolt, the doors sliding to the side and allowing her petite frame of five feet and seven inches to exit the transport, a small wave to the pilot being given as she made her way deeper into the gaudy structure before her, she had already decided to proceed with all haste to the meeting point and ignore the feeling of sickliness she always got when faced with multiple reminders of ones own glories and victories over others; she imagined it was because of her station in life, one who neither sought nor gained any accolades or rewards for her services to the Emperor other than her own satisfaction at a job well done, not that she needed any. That sort of thing was for the Guard, the Navy and those that fought in the light of day rather than the concealing shroud of night.

At long last she entered the hall, alone and separate of the others due to her already being present on the planet, her armoured feet tapping against the floor as she moved toward what looked to be a pretty eclectic mix of individuals. She noted Sherpa quickly enough, standing tall and proud near what she assumed would be the currently blank briefing screen, dressed in all the finery that a member of the Governor's household could afford and looking almost daemonic with his pale flesh and red irises - had he not been a staunch servant of the Imperium, she may have had to snap his neck right there. 

As it was, she walked over to an unoccupied seat only a few feet away from him, making sure she could see the rest of the group from where she sat, and waited for a certain Guardsman to make his introduction.

"A pleasure to meet you, Corporal Langston," she chimed with a perfect tone, the lilting voice of Maria like the trickling of soft water to the ear, her gentle and rounded features creasing as her thin lips shifted into a smile, "I am Sister Hospitaller Maria Delforce of the Order of Our Guiding Throne, healer and medic to the sick, wounded and meek," came the introduction in that same melodic voice, "and it is truly wonderful to meet you all! May the Emperor guide us in this endeavour, and keep us from harm...or as far as possible." A light chuckle accompanied this last remark, a small beam of sunshine glinting off one of the golden [i]fleur de lys[/i] marking her armour as she took a seat, and her hands quickly making the sign of the Aquila across her small chest.

Introduction over, she waited silently in her seat, looking to the others with almost child-like green eyes and a similarly innocent and unassuming smile fixed in place.