[center][i][h3]'Saint's Chariot', Personal battleship of Emperor Gregori Amastov, Present day[/h3][/i][/center]

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Inquisitor Alexius quietly drummed his fingers on the table as Gregori made his pronouncement. It was decided then, for now, and his presence was needed elsewhere. Thus, he politely stood up from his chair and spoke to the others in the room.

"[color=00a651]Very well, your Imperial Majesty. That is all the business I have to discuss here for now, I'll prepare my forces and await the campaign and our next meeting.[/color]"

He glanced over at Lord Corbec.

"[color=00a651]I'll have the manifests and records of my fleet's forces sent your people in short order to utilize as you wish, Lord-Militant. My Inquisitors who remain in command positions shall assist your officers in the transition, and we shall be ever-present in our oversight, as is our purpose. Regardless, the Errant Cohort and its martial might shall pass to your command with plenty of time to fashion them to your liking before the campaign.[/color]"

Bowing slightly in respect to Gregori and his Captain, Alexius briskly walked out of the chamber, his escort Stormtroopers stepping in behind him outside of the chamber and back through the vessel to his Cutter, which speedily took off towards [i]The Wandering Chronos[/i]. Leaving Alexius to silently contemplate how to proceed next as a short communication over his vox unit informed him that Captain Lattore and Lady Ritske were awaiting his arrival, with Inquisitor Malodrax attending them, and Inquisitor Gerion awaiting to brief him on Ordo-related concerns which demanded his attention.

[center][i][h3]The Wandering Chronos, Ordo Receptacle, Present Day[/h3][/i][/center]

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Inquisitor Varius Malodrax smiled tightly at the Captain's remarks and questions. Alexius was going to enjoy the good Captain, but then why else had his Master called for this audience?

His smile dropped to a more neutral state before he answered, glancing briefly at Lady Ritske, still smoking and still reclining before answering, his gaze fixing back on Captain Lattore.

"Frankly, Captain, your Chapter certainly would be the one for Master Alexius to choose should he desire such protection. Captain Tyros' force, by our reckoning, could hardly do it themselves in their current state, faithful in their service though they remain, but to each their own suitable task.

As to the matter of security . . . without stepping on my Master's, or fellow Ordo members' heels . . . it is more a matter of leaks, loose tongues, and even looser suspicions at the moment than actual physical threats, at least from what I know. An Astartes' presence could go towards solving a number of those problems, but also could run the risk of burying many of them to the point where investigation becomes impossible . . . such is the course of many choices we Inquisitors are forced to make. Personally, given what basics I know about the situation, the latter may not be much of a worry in this case, and think the assistance of Astartes would be invaluable, but it shall have to be Alexius' judgement."