[IC] Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

[rivaan]

Having gotten her answer, Catherine just laid back down to relax for a little while. Her body was numb from the drugs inside her, but things were quickly rolling to a normal state. It didn’t take much for her to find herself about to move her fingers and soon after the rest of her body. Taking a hard to control move, she tried to stand up, only to fail and almost fall to the ground, but managed to stop herself from doing that. With unstable walk, she moved to the door and slowly tried to head outside. It was hard to move, but due the painkillers she felt no of the pain, instead had the difficulty commanding her muscles because the same drugs that spared her the pain. She never had underwent similar medical procedures before. Her unit didn’t have anything like that. Frankly it was pure miracle she was still alive after 2 military campaigns. Imperial guardsmen died by the millions without as much as a blink of an eye.

Outside for her surprise she found the inquisitor… Zhevon? She still found it hard to understand how he didn’t know she got sent somewhere in his name, but whatever. She met Sal because of him so she wasn’t going to hold a grudge. Besides she was no one really in comparison to one of the inquisition.

“Inquisitor… is this place free?” She asked, indicating a spot on the bench next to him." I heard commotion inside, but cannot really enter..."

[WardenCelestine]

[TIME SKIP]

The next morning arrived with clear blue skies and a high temperature while the sun beat down upon the city. Thankfully a soft cool breeze was blowing across the ocean from a growing storm that was likely to hit them in the next couple of days.

The chiming sound of bells could be heard inside of Aviza’s room as the alarm clock upon the metal nightstand did its job of waking up this certain Sister of Battle. Once more, Aviza found herself staring at the ceiling above her as she awoke.

Not much of the night before could be remembered after having part of the cake Solares had made for all of them. The thought of Solares drugging all of them to get a full night's rest was out of the question, perhaps it was something Adrianne had added to the food or drinks? This thought was also followed by doubt. In the end she decided that all the good food, drink, and company while excluding Stukov of course, had allowed her to sleep more soundly.

Sitting up and getting out of bed, Aviza made her way over to the crate that held her armor and weapons inside of it. All of her gear was meticulously inspected before she took a fast shower, prepped for the day ahead then finely got around to gathering all of her belongings and equipping her armor as well as her weapons.

The door to her room opened slowly only to have the cold air from the air-conditioner flood her room. The house was silent besides the fans that helped pump the air through its three stories. It was clear that she had woken up first, or at least it seemed that way.
Heading down the stairs, Solares was found asleep upon the couch, a light blanket over her. Upon the table behind her were containers of breakfast foods, sealed to keep them fresh till everyone had awoken.

“What time was it again?” thought Aviza before glancing at the clock upon the wall; it was two hours from noon. “Time to wake up everyone…” Aviza said under her breath as she plugged her data-pad into the houses high-grade, built in speaker system. After scrolling through her playlists of music, she found the song that she wanted to play this beautiful, early morning. The song was Commendatore, Act Two from Mozart’s Don Giovanni, a personal favorite of Aviza’s.

Whoever would be the first to walk down the stairs into the living room upon the first floor of the house, they would find Aviza in the living room, along with Solares who had now awoken from all the noise. They would be quickly reminded that they had been ordered to travel to the planets Ecclesiarchal Chapel by noon to report the outcome of the last mission to Canoness Superior Andromedai.

Music that is playing.

[Rithy]

Lying sprawled out all across her bed, Adrianne would be slumbering away that morning.

When the music suddenly started playing across the mansion however, she would open one purple eye to glare over at the speaker in her room with a look of annoyance.

"Who is playing music so early?!"

With a frown, she would extend one hand up from her bed, and in the next moment, the biting sound of crackling electricity could be heard across the upper floor of the mansion as a ray of purple lightning shot out from her fingertips and absolutely obliterated the speaker in her room, causing its charred metal shell to fall down onto the floor with a heavy 'thunk'!

"Now I can sleep... "

...

...

" ... I can't sleep."

The initial music had succeeded in disrupting her gentle morning routine, and with the distant sound of music in the rest of the mansion, Adrianne found herself unable to calm back down. With an annoyed huff, she would roll herself out of the bed with much discontent, before she started to pull on her skin tight jumpsuit and the rest of her armor. With staff in hand and the psyber raven landing on her shoulder, she would start walking towards the door; nonchalantly pushing the button to open the door with her kinetic powers by simply waving her hand as she walked out into the upper corridor of the house.

Walking down the stairs, Adrianne would throw a miserable look over at Solares and Aviza through her pale white hair, her eyes still almost shut.

"Whyyyy did you have to wake us so early?! Is this some kind of revenge?"

[Lunar]

Waking to the sound of distant music and voices. Still in her armor she got up and off of a lawn chair that she had slept on since she didn't really have a room or even talked to the inquisitor yet. Coming into the building she saw Adrianne who seemed very tired talking to another girl another sister of battle no less and who she assumed was the one who turned on the music.

She began walking to the two while she saying "morning Adrianne hope your doing well" before turning to the other girl and saying "I don't think we've met yet, I'm Ansiel nice to meat you." With a bow. "Actually I don't think I've met anybody other than Adrianne. As you can already tell I'm kinda awkward when it comes to meeting new people."

[Eisenhorn]

Stukov groaned at the sound of blaring music, sitting up slowly from what one could call an incredibly restless sleep. The usual progression of nightmares and memories he would much rather not remember, all in a damn progression only broken up by him bolting up in cold sweats, over and over again throughout the night. He had to wonder if this was something Smiles had to deal with on a regular basis as well, or if he was just unlucky with the damn voices having something to use as fodder to make his life more difficult. Pulling himself out of the bed, in a room he had chosen for its rather plain, spartan qualities (probably a servants quarters of some sort or another), he walked over toe hte mirror, looking at the tired face staring back at him, augmatics obvious to a trained eye. "Emperor preserve me, I look like shit..."

Rubbing the stubble, he shook his head and got dressed, carapace armor going on and he tugged the jacket on over it. Least he'd feel less cold now, that warp cold seemed to pervade his bones more than it used to, but he was familiar to the near absolute cold of the void, so it really didn't bother him too much these days to be a bit chilly. Slinging the shotgun over his shoulder, he smirked at the comment that one smug sister had gone and made about expecting trouble. His job was to not only expect trouble at all times, but be ready to put it down at a moments notice. And considering Boss had one Sanctioned psyker with dubious ideas of limits, and an unsanctioned psyker who had his own issues, coupled with more than one of those damn Sisters, yeah, he was ready for trouble at a moments notice.

Walking out of his room and downstairs, things got considerably colder. If not from the tension that existed between Stukov and the Sisters, than because he was literally chilling the room he was in, not enough to overtly manifest anything, but enough to be noticeable. He, after making sure he wasn't sitting on anyone, found himself a place to sit, cracking his neck from the poor angle he had been sleeping at, before glancing at the others awake so far, and spoke in his harsh, raspier augmatic voice. "Morning Sis, Smiles, and you don't have a nickname yet... Spades, morning Spades." And the ever so witty commentary on nicknames continued, this time the new Sister getting the nickname based on her armor color. But he had seated himself closest to Smiles, who was probably the closest he had to an ally in this room so far, writing off the Sisters in general, just because they were too zealous for their own good most days.

[rivaan]

“Agh... I want to kill whomever had the brightest idea to play this thing so early in the morning...” Catherine groaned as she slowly rose up to a sitting position from her improvised bed. She was still back at the garage. She moved there to sleep in peace and quiet, away from anyone. That said she didn't expect a bloody classical music first thing in the morning via the intercom of this place.

“At least I can move better now...” She mumbled as she stood up and walked to the nearby vehicle to check herself in the reflection on the windows.” Bloody warp... make up won't fix this...” Was the reaction to her own image reflected there. She looked so trashed it was not even funny. The time she nearly died from battling the dark elder wych left her in better state. Granted her body was all mostly healed now, but the dirt and dried blood covering her were another matter all together.

With slightly stiff movement she walked to the nearest restroom, making sure to avoid meeting anyone. Once alone in there she quickly took off her torn up and dirty top so she can wash up at least. Once all the grime was gone from her skin, she almost looked like an entirely different person! Without much choice she put her torn up top back on before moving out in search of the source of all this noise..

“I swear this... is worse than torture...” Cath said holding her head as she entered the living room of the first floor only to meet the sisters of battle, the crazy psycho Adrianne and Stukov. Well not that she had much rights in this group or whatever, but considering what she ahd gone through because of her orders, this almost seemed like rubbing salt in the wound.

[Rithy]

Adrianne noted the drop in the room temperature as Stukov walked in, but this was not because of some warp power or psychic anomaly from Stukov's side, but rather coming from the tension between the sisters and the armsman, as she see the dangerous looks they were giving each other.

"Big tempers and big guns. What could possibly go wrong?!"

“I swear this... is worse than torture...”

"Ohh, it's you!" Adrianne commented as she turned around and noted the new arrival to the room, the old guardswoman who she had beaten up earlier. Surprisingly, she was looking rather well despite the things she had gone through. Well, her body at least, her clothes being an entirely different matter!

Adrianne had not made much of an opinion of Catherine yet. On one hand, Catherine's friend HAD thrown her out the window, but how much of a friend Catherine truly was, given her ex status as a covert agent, left Adrianne unsure how much she could blame the guardswoman. Plus, any residual grudges had been sated by the proper beating she had given Catherine, who just yesterday hadn't even been able to walk.

Still, the newcomer had succeeded in diffusing the situation between the sisters and Stukov, so there was something at least!

"Slept well?" Adrianne asked as she cracked a smirk, gently cocking her head to the side as she looked at Catherine expectantly, before suddenly assuming a much more reverent position as she straightened her back and pointed at herself with her left hand, looking a little off to the side as she did.

"I don't think we ever properly met. I am Adrianne Valenthin, Sanctioned Psyker, assigned to aid the Inquisitor by bringing fire to fight fire." Adrianne introduced herself, adding a slight grin at the end of her sentence as she eyed Catherine.

" ... though I think you already got a foretaste of said fire!"

[rivaan]

"Yes..." Catherine mumbled to Adrianne noticing her presence. The guardswoman has been slightly annoyed already at the presence of the psyker. She had already gotten quite the dislike for that woman in the brief interractions they had. Mostly due the psyker's repeated attempts to kill her both intentional and unintentional. The latter being her driving. Well nothing to do about that now, better try to keep as low profile as possible for now and maybe get the chance to leg it and meet up with Sal.

"As well as an eldar in the warp..." Cath replied with a slightly annoyed voice." Have had better rests before..." She added and leaned on an nearby wall. She still felt some stiffness in her body, but it was already times better. Hell if she was back in her previous assignment back with the regular army, she would have to undergo minumun of a month of recovery, before she can even think of returning to the fields.

"Catherine Valen, corporal, assigned to aid the Inquisitor by getting information out of the cultists before someone comes over and waste the place in fire..." She said in slightly sarcastic tone, imitating Adrianne's presentation. She didn't like the woman for now and she wasn't going to pretend she did... At least she wasn't going to go into open confrontation... just yet.

"Not bad for fire... but I say lacking in precision... I hope your backside doesn't hurt from my stunt with the whip?" She said with a smile.

[Rithy]

"Not bad for fire... but I say lacking in precision... I hope your backside doesn't hurt from my stunt with the whip?"

Adrianne's eyes would immediately narrow down to slits at the commentary, as she cast a dangerous glare towards Catherine, apparently not amused by her comment in the slightest!

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine!" Adrianne would comment with a scowl, before raising a hand and poking one of her fingers towards Catherine in an accusatory manner.
"Unlike a certain other someone, who couldn't take as much as a light breeze before being bedridden for the next week!"

The psyker would comment, staring at Catherine from beneath the strands of pale hair running down her face, before eventually retracting her finger and yet again assuming her taller pose.

"And precision? Pfff! It's overrated. You don't need to aim if you simply apply enough power!"

[rivaan]

"Heh..." Cath let out an amused grunt with a shrug of her shoulders." Are all sanctioned psykers so proud of beating up an already heavily injured person who could barely move or is that just you?" She asked with a grin, making a pondering expression." Well not that I've anything against you, after all it proved that psykers really aren't that better than guardsmen if it took you so long to take down an injured human... better for me~ I bet that will get me a raise!"

With that said, Catherine herself left her leaning on the wall posture and stood tall and proud herself. She was after all one of the not many guardsmen who surived past their first and second campaigns." But of course firepower is everything! As long as you can hit that is... I mean... I have this vague memory of someone being thrown out a window when enough precise power was applied to her..." She added with a nod." By the way, is that a leaf in your hair?" She asked, pointing at the psyker's head. Of course there was no leaves there right now, but the mentioning was important." I hope the branches poking your booty back then weren't too uncomfortable."

[Rithy]

"My booty is just fine!" Adrianne would reply with a sour look on her face, at the same time placing one hand against the back of her butt.
"Jumping through window is a perfectly reasonable tactical maneuver!"

Frowning, the Psyker would move her head a little closer to the guardswoman as she glared at her.

"Are all guardsmen this insufferable? In that case, it is no wonder we employ legions of commissars just to deal with smart mouths like you in the field!" She said, having now raised a hand and jabbed a finger in a pointing like motion into Catherine's shoulder.

"Especially those willing to collude with the enemy! I wonder, what were you doing with that fat-assed Slaaneshi heretic I encountered? You weren't sleeping with her or something, were you?!"

[Eisenhorn]

Stukov was half asleep again when the new guardswoman came down, who seemed to have some beef with Smiles. This was....rather unusual, as the former armsman quietly watched the back and forth, Smiles not doing much to hide or not show off her butt via hand placement. He resisted sighing as Smiles leaned closer to the guardswoman.

He winced slightly at her comment on the Commissars and their necessary purpose in executing the smart mouths and such. To be fair, they had a rather miserable life to begin with, hearing their stories, so he didn't really need to comment on that.

Smiles acccusing the guardswoman of sleeping around with the Slaaneshi cultists meant someone had to step in and at least try to get them to play nice. Stukov stood up, the sigh sounding rather odd through his bionic voice box.

"Smiles, Guard Gal, I think there's been enough infighting as it is. Fat ass cultists aside, we got enough to not look forward to without you two at each other's throats, yeah?"

[rivaan]

"I never said 'jumping' out the window wasn't a valid a tactical maneuver." Catherine said with a shrug of her shoulders." Especially when you have someone to help you with it." Cath shot back with a smirk, totally unphased by the psyker's attitude.

As she was poked in the shoulder, Cath glared back at Adrianne, but her face still showed a very confident and calm expression if not for else, but to annoy the psyker even more." Commissars? Ahhh you mean those guys?" Cath asked as if she was remembering who Adrianne was talking about." The comissars who met me always became my best friends later. I'm after all S..T...I..L..L HERE!" The guardswoman said, using her voice to underline the last words.

"Heh... of course I was sleeping with her you knucklehead." Catherine replied with indifferent voice." How do you think I got all the more detailed info I've gathered? Rule 102 of infiltration, get a 'lover' on the inside if you can. It's a lot easier to extract info from them and it helps to lower suspcion on yourself." Catherine said, this time poking Adrianne in the shoulder." Plus it helps to release stress."

"Shut it, armsman. Last I remember you said my nickname shall be Scarlet. So what's with the change of nicknames, your memory the lenght of a goldfish or something?" The guardswoman snarled back at Stukov. Not really annoyed at his interruption in the lil childish fight she had going on with Adrianne, but mostly because the 'Fat ass cultists' line.

[Rithy]

"Shut it, armsman!"
"Shut it, Stukov!"

Adrianne's head turned almost completely simultaneous to that of Catherine as the pale haired Psyker turned to shout at the guardsman who had dared step into the quarrel.

"This is important!" After having given all the explanation that she felt necessary for the situation, Adrianne would turn back towards Catherine, her purple eyes glaring at her still as she kept on poking Catherine, almost engaging in a small push fight as they were both at that point poking each other!

"I wonder, during your 'infiltration', how much time you spent inside the cult vis-a-vis your lover!" Adrianne said as she leaned in forward with her head, at this point her face almost touching that of Catherine's!
"I guess that could explain why despite your ludicrously long time you spent in the cult, you still turned up nothing of value! Obviously you couldn't see anything if you spent most of your visit under some oversized heretical harlot."

Smirking, Adrianne would tilt her head slightly as she backed off by just a couple of inches.

"I bet if I asked you about the cult hierarchy, you would barely be able to give me even half a dozen of titles... but if I asked you about your lover's huge ass, you could write me a perfect map of it as it was probably the place you spent most of your 'infiltration'."

Adrianne said, raising her fingers as she uttered the last word with enough sarcasm as to burn through the side armor of a Baneblade!

[WardenCelestine]

The argument between Catherine and Adrianne had caused so much noise that they had managed to drown out the music and wake everyone else inside of the mansion with their argument. Most of the other people from her squad walked down the stairs and into the living room to observe the event unfold before them.

Turning to look at Solares, Aviza raised an eyebrow at her fellow Sister of Battle who sat next to her, mug of coffee in one hand, book in the other. “Where is the Inquisitor? I have yet to see him at all today. Did you see him early this morning when you were making breakfast?” asked Aviza, not breaking eye contact. Solares shook her head with a quick, “No I did not.” In one sudden movement, Aviza stood up and ran up the stairs of the mansion gracefully.

For a moment, she vanished from sight before reappearing with a data pad in the palm of her left hand. Holding it up in the air, she motioned at it before Solares nodded her head. Bringing two fingers to her lips, Solares let out a sharp whistle to get everyone’s attention. Giving no one a chance to respond, she quickly spoke and motioned at Aviza at the same time.

“Aviza has an announcement about the Inquisitor, hold your tongues and let the Celestian speak.” Aviza took a step forward and held the data pad out in front of her before speaking. “I am unsure if any of you have noticed his absence but the Inquisitor has departed for the squad for the time being. The information Inquisitor Zhevon left does not say when he will return or if he will return. It says here that I am the next highest ranking member of the squad, and therefore will be in charge until our new Inquisitor arrives.” There was a pause as Aviza kept a straight, serious look upon her face.

“I’m only kidding, that would have been priceless. It says the command of the squad shall be moved to Adrianne for the time being, until Artorius, our new Inquisitor, arrives to retake command. Our orders from Andromedai still stand though, so until we are done at the Ecclesiarchian Chapel, you will be following my orders. Solares here was kind enough to make us breakfast one last time, please help yourself and enjoy if you would like. Once finished, gather all of your gear and meet Solares outside on the northern landing pad, the one that overlooks the ocean below. We have a shuttle on the way that will take us into the restricted Sister of Battle area. I will explain more about what our next step is while we are on the way.”

Turning to Stukov, Aviza made a motion with her left hand for the Armsman to follow her outside so that they could take in private. “Adrianne, if this Spades person or whatever her real name is turns out to be a threat or issue in the squad, I give you permission to launch her into the atmosphere using your powers. You hear that Spades, you mess up big time or turn out to be a threat and Miss Psyker has full permission to turn you into a living astral projectile, now move. That means you as well Stukov, follow me outside to the landing pad, we need to have a chat in private.” With said and done, Aviza headed for the metallic sliding door and held it open for the Armsman, using part of her power armor to keep it from pushing closed and magnetically sealing itself.

[Eisenhorn]

Stukov was about to respond to the fact he was getting told to shut up in stereo when Sis decided to check up on the Boss, coming back with news that he had up and gone off to take care of... Emperor knows what? Well, shit, he couldn't help but decide, he had this bad feeling that things were not going to get much easier in the forseeable future. The voices agreed and urged him to take matters into his own hands right now, something he ignored the whisperings of. If this is what Smiles put up with on a regular basis, Emperor help them both, a psyker's lot was miserable at best. Of course it seemed things would be going as planned, meet with the glorious Sisters of Battle in their throne of power on the planet, even though they were not really beholden to them at all. Not as far as Stukov could be concerned, really, it didn't strike him as something that made sense. And his gut hadn't led him astray before, not when it mattered, so he trusted it in this matter too. Sisters rubbed him the wrong way, and that was that.

Of course dear Sis was intent on having a private conversation after all, and he rolled his eyes, not facing Sis when he did this, and jammed his hands into his pockets with a half smirk, looking at the others present. He had half a mind to believe she was probably just going to put a round through his skull and claim that he had lost his shit and tried to kill her for the Dark Gods or some such nonsense. Before walking out, he bid his farewells to the assembled group eating breakfast, he was used to not eating meals for long periods of time, so it wasn't going to bother him over much at all. "Guess that's my cue then. Enjoy your breakfast Smiles, Spades, Scarlet cunt. And not so much memory of a goldfish, SC, than I'm just liking you progressively less, so the nickname reflects that." With that, he turned and walked out past Sis, the power armor did seem to almost silhouette him as he walked past it, unconcerned by the prospect. Power armor didn't worry him, not really, it was the wearer that would worry him.

Once out of earshot of the group, Stukov made a very frank comment, no difference in tone but completely serious. "Lay hands on me again, and I won't restrain myself for Boss's sake. Besides, we ain't on loaned property right now, and you're girlfriend isn't waiting to put a round through my skull." The mistake of a tired armsman hardly warranted the response she had given, psyker or otherwise, and her toady pointing weapons at him didn't help the mood either. Should he have responded the way he did? Nope, not in the slightest, but he wasn't going to apologize for that now, and as spiteful as it was, he hoped it stained her clothes. Just to make things that much more inconvenient for her. It had been a long, hell, Emperor knows how long at this point, and the last thing he really needed was zealots getting up in his business. Yes, he was, by all accounts, an unsanctioned psyker in the employ of the Inquisition, something frowned upon at best. But he could honestly say to someone's face that it was not something he had gone seeking.

The voices wanted him to do something about Sis right now, before anyone came along to make complications of witnesses, but Stukov ignored them like he had before. The armsman knew a bad idea when it showed up under the ever so dangerous guise of a good idea, and considering the known tension between them? There wasn't getting away with it. Besides, he wasn't in the business of murdering Imperial servants, even over zealous ones, it didn't sit well in his mind. But he would defend himself, that wasn't a problem for him in that regard. Once arriving at the landing pad, he sat down on a cargo box outside the craft that would take them over to the Sister's throne palace, whatever the hell they called it, leaning back against the hull of the lander, not having removed his hands at all. "Alright Sis, let's get whatever is bothering you so bad off your chest, shall we? And I'll play nice with your Sisters, save you the embarrassment, long as they don't try to get twitchy and jump me. I will defend myself."

[rivaan]

“Why you... damned psycho...” Cath hissed through her teeth in anger. Earlier she tried to joke it and annoy the psyker, but the last statement really enraged her. She also returned to the pokes in kind with ones of her own.

“Ohhh? You saying you would have done a better job at infiltrating than me in my shoes?” Catherine finally asked, after taking a deep breath to calm herself a little.” Sure, next time I get thrown all alone without any backup, any fixers and any way to contact my superiors, I'd gladly change places with you if you are that confident you would do a better job than me, considering all the classified documents I copied while I was in the cult base.”

“I guess that you do not need the location of another stronghold of this cult, the information about a planet where chaos forces are amassing withing this very system along with all the useless info I gathered about an impending chaos attack...” She said with carefree voice and shrug of her shoulder.” Guess my info is too bad for the almighty psyker... Be sure to pick your next undercover agent better then... ohh wait I forgot... you cannot decide that... you're just a simple sanctioned psyker.” She added with sarcastic voice in return to Adrianne's remark.

As one of the sisters of battles let out a sharp whistle and caught everyone's attention, Cath stopped poking the psyker and shootign back sarcastic remarks to hear the news. Cath shouted loudly in her mind as she heard that the psyker was in charge till the new inquisitor arrives.' Bloooooooooooodyyyyyyyyyyyyyy dammmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!' She thought, throwing a very annoyed look at the woman.

“Feelings are mutual then, armsman.” Catherine replied as the man made his statement. Frankly she did not really care how he called her for it didn't really matter. In fact she didn't even dislike him that much, just he had the back luck to get between her argument with Adrianne. Ohh well a good enemy is better than 10 bad allies... or at least she thought there was a saying like that.

“Don't worry about that...” She replied to the sister of battle.” I'm not going to cause problems unless that woman starts it. Besides it's not me you should be concerned about as threat... there are bigger things coming this way as you will see in my report.” The guardswoman stated and looked back at Adrianne.' Man... how I wish to turn one of those eyes blue...' She thought, imagining a fistfight with the psyker.

[Rithy]

Adrianne's features were quick to perk up at Aviza's mention of her becoming the new appointed (if only temporary) leader of the group, at which point Adrianne was quick to return back to Catherine with a triumphant smile on her face and wicked glee!

"You heard that?" She asked the guardswoman with a sly smirk, before raising a hand and motioning towards her chest whilst straightening out her back, assuming a much more regal posture.
"That means I'M the leader of this squad; whom you will have to answer to! Oh what joyous events this is, don't you think?!"

It was entirely up for debate if Adrianne had ever sported a bigger shit-eating grin than the one she was currently wearing!

"Which means that from now on, Catherine, you will refer to me as Prime Adrianne Valenthin, Revered Mystic of The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition!" Adrianne said to Catherine, all the while making herself as tall and imposing as she could in the presence of the guardswoman, which was more difficult than she would otherwise like to admit, being only 5.8ft.

"I really should do something about the height thing... it is not befitting my new rank at all!"

[WardenCelestine]

A threat to a Celestian was no small matter and could result in a number of outcomes, ranging from mild to severe. A threat to the Sisters of Battle as a whole was unacceptable and the offending party would be issued severe discipline on the spot. If one was lucky, they would find themselves executed by a couple rounds to the head. However, if they were unlucky enough, a much worse fate awaited them. In any other circumstance, the Armsman would have found himself in one of the situations above, but due to the fact that he was still part of the retinue, no such actions could befall him at this time. Of course, Aviza kept this to herself and was unsure if the Armsman knew of it or it. The only way lethal action could be taken against him was if he actually acted upon his word.

“I give you my word; there will be no physical contact from this point on, unless it revolves around life and death situations. Keep in mind though; the Adeptus Sororitas does not take threats lightly. Taking hostile action upon us in any form will end very poorly for you. This actually brings us to why I wanted to talk to you. The Ecclesiarchian Chapel has a Psy-Dampner that can be initiated at any time, if it is turned on, you will face great discomfort and your warp powers will be useless. I doubt you wish to face a squad of Seraphims with only a shotgun and a pistol."

"That is the least of your problems though, we have members of the Ordo Hereticus who will be joining us to report their own findings to Prioress Andromedai. Their leader is known as Artorius, a female Ordo Hereticus inquisitor who will be taking over command of the retinue once our orders for this world are complete. I shouldn’t have to explain anything else but for your sake here is some advice. Keep your eyes to yourself, do not speak out of turn, mind what you say while in the meeting, and stay close to Solares and myself. This it not only for your safety, but everyone elses. Remember, your actions also reflect upon myself and everyone else in the retinue as well."

In the distance, a large red and black drop ship with the Sisters of Battle crest upon it was heading towards them while traveling at quite the alarming speed. Turning to face the drop ship, Aviza waved it down. Within a moment, the drop ship touched down upon the landing platform, it’s doors opening to reveal two rows of comfortable looking seats, this was clearly not a regular military issued ship. The pilot stepped out for a moment and saluted Aviza before speaking. "Celestian Aviza, we should depart as soon as possible, both Andromedai and Artorius are waiting for all of you arrive.” The pilot then moved back into the cockpit and took a seat, waiting for the others. “We will be with you shortly, the others are finishing breakfast and gathering their belongings.” Aviza motioned back at the mansion for Stukov to finish gathering his supplies.

[rivaan]

“Sure I heard… my… TEMPORARY leader. I will be sure to TEMPORARY listen to your orders.” Catherine replied to the smug look on Adrianne’s face.” I mean, sure… sure… I’m sure the chaos forces will throw one hell of a party when they learn you’re in charge. I mean the best of your stealth skills and tactics are so ‘good’ they will have all the time in the world to escape by the time you even reach their base.”

“I understand my… Prime Adrianne Valenthin, Revered Mystic of The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition!” Cath saluted theatrically before raising an eyebrow at the psyker.” My Prime Adrianne Valenthin, Revered Mystic of The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition!, I’d suggest you stop trying to look bigger and more imposing than you are because it’s so bad on your back… or is it just an attempt to make your chest look bigger and more defined?” She asked, tilting her head.” That’s bad for your body, you know? You’ll have back problems before long if you continue like this…”

“Well I’m glad you aren’t wearing any big heels, Prime Adrianne Valenthin, Revered Mystic of The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition, otherwise I fear that Prime Adrianne Valenthin, Revered Mystic of The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition, will appear as having serious height complex. Won’t you agree, Prime Adrianne Valenthin, Revered Mystic of The Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition?” She continued to repeat the whole requested name and titles with a mix of sarcasm and totally serious voice which only made it sound even more sarcastic.