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As Hera walked, her brain slowly ticked through the threats that the teams she had designated would have to fight their way through. Firstly, was the hive itself. The palace assault at least had the advantage of occuring in the upper hive- thin atmosphere aside, it was the most accomodating to wage war in. Her research detailed a powerfully armed, but not particularly well trained group of enforcers- they had all been pulled from the largest and most prosperous of gangs. Foolishness on the part of the governor, but intelligent in the fact that they would all be intimitely familiar with the most brutal of combat. Not to mention, with all of them wearing flak armour and carrying autoguns, they could give the guardsmen a run for their money... As long as their chain of command held.

Of course, that was why she had dispatched another squad to handle that particular issue. A ten year old girl and a one year old baby boy wouldn't pose anything more than a speedbump to a squad of assassins, even if they were being protected by a retinue of bodyguards, and, if she was being perfectly honest with herself, even if the boy was stimmed and modified to high heaven, she doubted he would last more than a moment against even the temple neophytes. The lasguns of the guard would hold back any who sought to interfere; this was not a mission that would fail.

The skitarii though... A different breed. She couldn't predict them as well, and that made her nervous. They seemed faithful enough and competent enough that she needn't worry, but the priests of the Red Planet were not exactly the sort to be easily teased apart. She'd need to keep a very, very close eye on them, especially considering how crucial this mission was. Those melta torpedoes, if they were still on-world, could raze half the city to the ground if they fell into the wrong hands. Hands such as the gangs she had sent the sororitas and tempestus to dispatch. 

Now, that should be a task that she needn't have to worry about.

As her neophyte and his retinue arrived, she would straighten her back, extending a single black-gloved hand out towards the docking port she was standing next to. "Stanislaus and co. Excellent timing." Was she being sarcastic or not? Difficult to tell. Rapping her knuckles against the wall, she let out a humourless smile. "Your mission will be unique, in that it will not be on the planet at all. There is a space station. Very similar to this one, except far more... Technically minded. I do not know who is on it, nor what condition it is in, thus, you will be outfitted with voidsuits for this mission. What I [b]do[/b] know however, is that I want it either under my control, or if that's not possible, sent careening into the planet below to burn up. Your method of entry is going to be a breaching torpedo. Any further questions?"