Waiting through the silence, Sherpa would finally slam his palm down onto the table with a satisfied smile.

"Excellent, no more questions it seems." He said, quickly raising his left arm to look at a small, golden watch hanging at his wrist.
"And it's still 40 minutes until the next group shows up. We're ahead of schedule, and I like that!"

Turning off the monitor with one press of a button, Sherpa would reach down behind the table to pick up a dark, pitch black onyx rod carved with silver runes and inscriptions all around it. Using it like a walking cane, Sherpa would begin to walk around the long table with it, motioning for the rest of the group to get on their feet.

"Ladies, gentlemen and... " Sherpa paused, glancing at Homn for a moment.
" ... and mutants... please follow me!"

Those familiar with the technology would recognize the pitch black rod Sherpa was using as a cane to be in fact an unactivated null-rod, a powerful and rare device said to be capable of completely nullifying the power of the warp around it.

"Our ship... or "ride" as they like to call it in the underhive, heh." Sherpa muttered, chuckling softly at his own joke."
" ... is located in the eastern hangar. Not far from here. Nonetheless, let's not tarry."

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Leading the party through the many corridors of the palace, it would turn out to be a surprisingly empty place. Aside from the grandiose art and massive pillars.

Perhaps the most frequent sight in the palace would be the odd, brainless servitor marching around in the grand hallways, constantly looking for any speck of dust or dirt which they cleaned up with mechanical efficiency. Even the servitors of the palace were dressed in elaborate, golden robes over their vat grown muscles and cyborg augmentations, making the brainless creations look more alike their baroque surroundings. 

Finally however, they would arrive in the hangar, the same one they had arrived in just hours earlier.

This time though, they would pass down through the lower levels, passing groups of adepts of the mechanicum who were clustered together. But rather than wearing the traditional red robes common to their order, these wore sickly green robes instead, with various medical tubes and tanks fitted across their bodies, and elaborate mechadendrites fitted with syringes and scalpels. 

As they passed them, the adepts turned to look at the group their cold, iron masks. Sherpa looked at them in return, his smile gone, but said nothing.

Arriving in the lower level of the hangar, they would enter a large, metal reinforced hangar. Lined along the walls were numerous valkyries, some being transported around on smaller threaded vehicles. Hanging from the roof, being lifted by heavy metal cranes were numerous lightning fighters hanging dormant. Lined in the middle of the hangar were a series of black, gold trimmed medium sized spaceships, custom built for the Governor's own personnel and named "Equinox Shuttles". Spanning sixty feet in length, thirty feet in height and forty feet in width, they were mounted on massive iron legs and with a loading ramp at the bottom. The head of the shuttles were extra armored with heavy sheaths of gold painted plates formed like wings protruding on either side, and on each side of the ship, a slogan was written in large, brass letters: "For our lord and his Emperor".

Most of the other humanoids in the hangar were servitors, though there were a few adepts of the mechanicum, these ones wearing the traditional red robes as opposed to the green ones of the ones seen earlier.

"There is our ride." Sherpa would announce, motioning towards the nearest Equinox Shuttle labeled 62 with giant golden letters at the side. 
"Magnificent isn't she? There are few vessels in the galaxy that could ever outrun her. Coupled with top-notch shielding and stealth systems, she is state of the art in VIP escort and protection." 

Sherpa added, his smile having returned to his face.

" ... and comfort, of course! You'll each be afforded your very own room. Though... " Sherpa paused, looking at the creature Homn.
"He might have to be relegated to the cargo area."