A slightly smaller Mess

Hera: "Of course my lord."

"Please, Call me Justinian. *he offers his hand* Shield captain. Adeptus Custodes."

Hera: *She clasps his hand* "Hera Immalia. 8th Penal legion."

he glances at her badge "You've come far."

Hera: "Literally and metaphorically."

"Indeed. You should be proud."

Hera: "I can be proud when we're done."

"We are never done. Be proud of what you have accomplished. And aim to accomplish more."

Hera: *A smile curls the edge of her lips* "Exactly what i keep telling charles. Never done."

Charles chuckles
Custodian: Wise council. What's the situation then, inquisitors?

Hera: "Want to explain how far up shit creek we are charles?"

Charles: Gladly. *EXPLENATION MONTAGE*

Hera: "So... that far. Necron galaxy ending technology, chaos fleets, traitor astartes. The whole shebang."

Justinian: Our work never ends. We are at your disposal inquisitor.

Hera: "We're lucky to have you."

Charles: well...I'll alert laurence to this development. Hera, I want you to prepare our men to board the forge.

Hera: "They'll be ready."

"Good. *he gives her a smile before walking away*" +Well Laurence...good news.+

Emma: Vee! don't go running off like that

+I could do with some of that.+

+We appear to have picked up some allies. Specifically...A force of Silent sisters...and a trio of Adeptus Custodians+

+I'll take what i can get.+

+You seem far less surprised than myself+

+I assume it is guillimans doing.+

+Most likely...the lord commander of the imperium seems to be doing his job rather well+

Ilitha walks back to the hanger where everyone is at getting ready to do the OP .

Vee continues to run " but I like to explore"

Emma: I know but I'm meant to be looking after you, I can't just lose you

Laurence: +Getting the best warriors in the imperium to actually fight seems like an obvious step.+

+Then why did no one do it before now? *chuckles*+

+Because the high lords are retarded.+

+And there are those out there who decry the beheading...+

+Right over my head with that joke+

+Pardon?+

+Oh wait, just got it. My history isn't great.+

+*chuckles* It's a useful field in our line of work+

+*sound of shrugging* The list of political coups and tyrants is too long at this point.+

+You can't know your enemy these days without knowing how they got there+

+Or by reading their minds, and smelling their fear.+ *Charles knows theres a wry smile*

+Not always an option+

+I'm not exactly used to this profile of work+

+I know+

+I'll see you in the hangar. Lets get this thing into a sun.+

OOC: You saw nothing....well nobody even noticed this so I'm correct again!

+Agreed+

*Laurence's ship, a Valkyrie, lands in the hangar, and he walks down the ramp. He is dressed in a close fitting xeno mesh tshirt, with webbing carrying all manner of equipment, ranging from grenades to knives, to more esoteric items. A pair of military trousers and boots complete the ensemble.* "Charles!"

Charles: *waiting for him* Laurence.

Laurence: *adjusting murrthien to his hip.* "How long until we do this thing?"

Charles: we're preparing to board as we speak.
Laurence sees the custodes and silent sisters who are also in the hangar

Laurence: "Hmn." *looking over at them* "Remind me to steer clear of the sisters."

Charles: you can trust them, beleive me. Especially their leader.

Laurence: "That doesn't stop their aura hurting like hell."