The custodes intently was faceplaming with the force of a warlords titans fist.  How did these fools come to lead chapters and command such power. Weapon primed and able to bring to bear in a fraction of a second he watched looking for weak points in each member of the group. 

Raising his voice calmly, and calming as the sentence begins to end. 

[i]I am not of any of you to command chapter master. Nore can you force me to leave. I work solely for the God emparor. [/i]

Looking round the room, fools. 

[i]A Xenos. This is most unorthodox. Maybe I should ask a oygan. I might get less of a headache, the amount of hot air here could heat a starship reactor. 
Bickering might hurt negotiations somewhat. [/i]

Adding a cool tone to the end, judging they should know better and calmly standing on the edge of the room. 

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