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Contrary to the suspicions of the Sororitas – not all that unfounded though, the arrival of the 'help' had been oddly fortuitous – Governor Von Behner and his forces moved as swiftly as they could to assist the Sisters and Inquisitor in whatever way they could; amethyst-clad medics located and treated casualties as best they could, their more martial comrades carried on to secure the perimeter, and others ventured to aid in gathering any living renegades for questioning.

“Inquisitor,” came a smooth and bass tone as Governor Heidric addressed Kliment, stepping forward to glance first at the apostate that Sister Elspeth had recovered and now placed her foot atop, then moving his patrician features toward Kliment once more, “it appears that your 'state visit' has turned a bit more lively than one would have hoped.”

Although he could not be sure, and there were few enough times when he was [b]not[/b], the Inquisitor swore he saw a look of fear somewhere deep within the Governors eyes. Oh he should be scared, something such as this had rattled the old man, especially now he had seen it for himself.

“It would appear so, Governor,” replied the Inquisitor with a grim expression, one hand pressing itself against his side as he gestured toward the prisoner, “would you know anything about [i]this[/i]?”

The countenance of Von Behner and the expression upon it was nearly all the evidence that the God-Emperor's servant needed, the words of the man only reinforcing it, “good Inquisitor...I swear on the Throne that I know nothing of this, I-” he stammered for a moment, his mouth moving like a landed fish, “I am only glad that you survived and that I got here in time.” His eyes swivelled about to take in a number of black-armoured bodies, the man unconsciously making the Aquila over his chest, “there will be prayers and mourning rituals held for these brave Sisters, make no mistake of that.”

Satisfied, at least for the moment, the Inquisitor now turned to the heretic on the floor – the man appeared to be struggling, a Sergeant by the rank insignia on one of his arms, and he already knew that mere violence would not scare him.

“Hhhmm...”

He was young for a Sergeant, which was odd in itself, his green eyes opened wide – not with fear though...with something else.

“You bitch, get off of me!” Yelled the captive, squirming beneath the Sisters boot and foaming at the mouth, “I'll never talk to some Throne whore, so you can kiss my arse and kill me now.”

Clearly he would not break through sheer brute force alone, that much was clear from just looking at him, but there was a Hospitaller among them. These Sisters well knew how to heal, for that was their purpose when not standing beside their battle-sisters, yet they also knew how to inflict pain just as easily.

“Sister Christina,” called Kliment to the giantess of a woman, “if I may commandeer your attention for a moment?”

Taking a few steps away from the assembled welcoming committee, out of earshot of as it were, he waited for Alexa to approach before speaking.

“Sister, this one will not break through conventional means – I believe he must be [i]persuaded[/i]. May I count on you and your...knowledge to pluck it out of him?”

Several more prisoners had been found in the mean time, including an enemy Stormtrooper who had been hurt pretty badly by the grenades tossed at him earlier, all would need to be 'seen to' eventually.