Ben sat in his corner, appraising each member as they were. The Inquisitor was kind enough, he gave Ben a wide berth, respected his old rank. Truth be told, he wasn't a sergeant anymore, he wasn't guard anymore, just like Gregor wasn't a trooper, and the Armsman wasn't navy anymore. Most surrendered their official ranks when they entered the clandestine Organization that was the inquisition. 

Ben could have stopped wearing his uniform, he could have stopped using the Inquisitor's connections to keep himself supplied with Yellow greatcoats, and Armageddon pattern battle uniforms. But he would honor those that died for him and with him by wearing the uniform. Because the Inquisitor allowed it, he would have Ben's respect, and commitment. 

Trooper Gregor was fine, if not always serious. But to each their own. He behaved like a career trooper. Gregor hadn't spent enough time to the guard to have it beaten out of him, by an uncaring universe or a commissar, whichever came first. 

Next to come was the Psyker. Ben didn't trust them inherently, but that was dogma that he had learned. He didn't know this girl well, but if the Inquisitor trusted her, then that was enough to sooth his worries. 

Ben finished his recaf, and looked down at the cup, a bit upset, but feeling more awake. He massaged his face, and appraised the last two to come in. The interrogator, and the Naval Armsman. Hard chargers, the both of them, it seemed. Did what they had to do. Career soldiers. Didn't ask many questions. The armsman had taken to preparing the crew for void combat, which was commendable. He'd do the same if he had to drill them for armored warfare. 

Once this group had arrived, the Inquisitor moved on to brief. He discussed the planet, in some detail as to what it did for the Imperium. When Ben heard the word "Orks", the sound of tightening leather was audible in the room, as his mechanical fist clenched. A loud [u][b] pop [/b][/u] cut the room as the stitches in the glove gave way to the fist, and tore at the knuckles. Ben looked down, and released his grip, the glove coming somewhat apart. Ben looked around the room, before tucking his hand into his coat. It wasn't common knowledge to everyone on the ship that Ben wasn't all human. Especially the newcomers. 

Ben listened to the questions that the Interrogator and Psyker asked before raising his hand. "[color=aba000]Posing as bodyguards? No uniforms for us troopers?[/color]" He asked