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The grille-faced emissary of Diokletion De'mange may well have been the most arrogant figure that Victorine had [b]ever[/b] come across, and she had dealt with representatives of every major Imperial organisation and branch, but there was no doubt that he was equally as intelligent and knowledgeable about the workings of Cekrov.

Within the confines of the Governors own Aquila lander - its interior large enough, and comfortable enough, to hold at least a dozen or so individuals - Victorine eyed the slick-haired mouthpiece carefully, her ears open to his robotised words even as her face remained expresionless.

"Cekrov is, as you may know, an agri-world - we produce the majority of the foodstuffs for this entire sub-sector in fact. It's population is made up of the smallfolk, and of my master and the elite of the planet, those that shall be attending his ball in the capital. Each Baron, Duke - or whatever title they wish to give themselves - has lordship over a portion of land, that his tenants will work until the day they die."

There was a slight silence, some might say [i]awkward[/i] even, as the ebony-skinned Celestian pursed her lips and put forth a question.

"This girl, the one they say returned from death, what do you know?"

Visible confusion etched itself into the brow of the emissaries upper face, the part left that could even form emotions, and he spread his hands over the arms of his comfortable seat.

"I admit that on this subject I am particularly ignorant but, what I do know, is that the tenants and simpletons among the populace believe a simple orphan girl became...something else."

"Just remember, Ambassador, that this is the reason we are here - this assemblage is a distraction at best, and once it is complete we shall be continuing with the Emperor's work."


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Bovange was an unassuming city, one that could easily be found on a hundred thousand worlds the Imperium over, hundreds of towering blocks of metal and rockrete, and teeming multitudes that swarmed about the capital with perhaps a small glance at those above them.

The Sororitas were taken to their 'preparation chamber' immediately - a singular room within the gothic monument that was the Governor's Palace, the largest and most baroque building in all of Bovange, containing all manner of inventions, clothing and furniture imported from the planets and sectors nearby.

All-in-all it was a spacious and accomodating chamber, fit for those considered by the Imperium even to outrank the Sisters and their accompanying cohorts, and it may well have been the biggest surprise for the Sororitas to find that each of their suits of armour - as well as their weapons, polished and cleaned to a shine - were present when they entered; sadly, they would not be able to wield any of them, nor clad themselves in armour, for the immediate future.


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"Presenting the Sisters of the Order of Our Thrice-Pierced Martyr, may the protection of the God-Emperors always be theirs."

After passing through mechanisms for the detection of concealed weapons (a slight pause made to make certain that the medical gauntlet was indeed medical in nature), the multi-limbed servitor - who had once been a man that had not managed to fulfil his quota of work - announced the Sisters and had two huge doors opened wide, the sound of sweet melodic choirs, and the smell of mingled perfumes and fine foodstuffs apparent in the nostrils of those entering the hall.

Inside the hall - cavernous, expansive, huge - it was a blinding clash of colour, a clamour of speech and merriment, all in honour of those servants of the Imperium who had just been presented; such joyous proceedings came to an end upon their arrival, voices moving into stunned silence and figures becoming motionless - male gazes full of lust and female ones going green could be easily picked out by those who knew what to look for - and everything only moving smoothly again once the group was approached by a tall, athletic figure, dressed from head-to-toe in an overly decorated uniform.

"My heartiest welcome to you all, please make yourselves at home, I am Governor Diokletion De'mange. Most humble and happy to recieve you all as my honoured guests."