For once, Heironymus gave a smile, something he had only done when acting the part of a bumbling adept. It turned him from astute and commanding to rather handsome. "That is welcome to here, Commander." he said, and held his hand out to Herold, who took it after a few moments and they shook. Emperor's mercy, the Adeptus Arbites was as strong an Ox. 

"Do you mind if we requisition some munitions and weapons, Commander Ortega?" he asked, looking around for a moment. The Adeptus Arbites replied within a moment. "It's within your rights to simply take anything you wish, from my understanding." he said. Heironymus shrugged in acknowledgement. "It is, but I'd rather us work together than either of us to be seen as a subordinate." The Arbites nodded after a moment. 

He showed them to the munitions area, one of the barracks Herold Ortega had cleared out to stockpile the supplies. On the way, Heironymus and Silvana noticed a sentinal that step past them. A bipedal single manned walker, fitted with an autocannon. It was used for the Astra Militarum, though some wealthier planets often had many in service for protection and guard duty. Heironymus was glad to see Angel Forge had some in stock. 

Herold opened the door to reveal a well organized barracks of carefully collected weaponry set upon shelves, set upon wall hangers, and others still within the very crates they had been shipped in off world. "Take whatever you'd like, but I'm sure you understand the value of traveling light." he said. "Contact me on the vox once you've made it to the lower hives and found something interesting." 

With that, he closed the door and stalked off once more. Heironymus was glad to have the help of that one. He moved like an apex predator and spoke with a voice that would scare even an inquisitor. But he'd think more on what was ahead, later. For now, he needed to find a good weapon. His bolt pistol served him well, but it never hurt to have a bit more stopping power. While he thought, he gathered more ammunition for said weapon. 

"The las rifle is common but solid," he said aloud. "You could use 3 packs and they could last you your entire lifetime. I believe each are good for five thousand shots, give or take." He reloaded his bolt pistol, slipping the clip into the gun with an audible 'clap.' "That or an autogun would suit you, I think. Though a plasma gun might also serve." 

"And what will you use?" She asked, her tone neutral. 

He pondered for a moment as he traversed the rows upon rows of guns, until he halted. "What indeed?" he breathed, and reached down into a grimly ornamental crate, and produced what looked to be an ornate sword of immense quality. Even Heironymus was taken aback by the quality of what he knew to be a power sword. With a flick of a switch, and the consent of the machine spirit, the weapon thrummed to life. 
[@Penny]