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Sighing, Abrams let out a breath at the response. It turned out he would be granted an audience, at least. No doubt they had some kind of hologram prepared to talk to him. In all of the Imperium's dealings with the Goa'Uld, their elusive leader had never bothered to appear in person, hiding behind layers and layers of smoke and mirrors. A necessary strategy for such an inherently weak Xenos race. But racism aside, Abrams had no comfort, as he ordered the ship to land in the designated area, and prepared to speak to the Goa'Uld 'God'.

The warlike preparations had certainly not escaped his notice, but with the threat of the Tyranid looming, none could blame them for preparing their weapons. The Imperium had done much the same, after all. Although Abrams had no doubt the Goa'Uld wouldn't hesitate to turn those fancy weapons on the Imperium if they thought it would give them an advantage of some kind. Or simply if they saw a chink in their armour, and thought they could get away with sliding in the knife. 

Abrams emerged form his ship clad in the signature Power Armour of the Astartes, flanked by four of his battle brothers. Two of them held up banners, one of which carried the dragon-head symbol of the Salamanders, and the other depicting the golden aquila of the New Imperium, amended by the darker gold star emblazoned onto the background of the banner. Seals and scrolls flapped in the wind, accolades and medals forged onto his armour to remind all who saw him of his deeds and valour. He wore a long cloak forged from salamander scales, each of which had been electrochemically bonded with a specially prepared adamantium alloy. In his hand he carried the Reaping Claw, a blade upon which stood engraved the names of each hero that had died holding that very blade. It was a weapon, and a mark of office, a blade of practice as well as a symbol of authority. He stood before the Goa'Uld proud, even as his battle brothers dropped to their knees behind him, a symbol of respect. Abram's chiseled features betrayed none of the doubts he held, as he calmly prepared to speak to one of the most powerful figures on Arcaida.

"I am Luitenant Captain Abrams of the Salamanders Chapter, First Company. I come here to speak to Ba'al, Lord of the Goa'Uld, and to represent the Imperium's interests in cooperating with the Goa'Uld."