Adrianne paused, tilting her head slightly as she eyed the curious scribe for a moment as he hurried away and into the shop as quick as decorumly-possible. 

[color=a187be][i]"What a strange one... "[/i]
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She thought to herself as she watched Titus go, making a mental note of keeping a close eye; not to mention safe distance; from the peculiar scribe. As well as requesting a file on the scribe from Andromedai. One of the key ingredients of being a succesful psyker was to have a healthy level of scepticism to all people, whether they be from the materium or the immaterium.

She heard Stukov's reply, tilting her head to face the shorter armsman and smirked.

[color=a187be]"You are a far too reliable teammate for me to need to coddle you, Stukov. But if you are requesting me to come up with some more interesting names, then I'm sure I'll be able to oblige."[/color] Adrianne replied with a mischiveous smile, before she turned and walked into their waiting ship. 

Sauntering inside, Adrianne nestled herself into one of the slightly-undersized co-pilot chairs; leaving the routine flying to the rest. She had a different job in mind. As they began to soar down through the planet's atmoshpere, Adrianne leaned back in her restraint harness; letting her eyelids droop as she focused outside of herself, touching her mind to the energies that surrounded this new planet.

She could sense the currents flowing from the immaterium, with two main tides being represented. They both converged on the planet like a roiling storm around a single isolated lighthouse. Although the planet itself might have looked peaceful, the warp was in turmoil; and Adrianne could sense the distant eyes of countless spectactors watching the planet from the other side with keen interest; eager to see what the next step would be in a show that had started long before Adrianne and her team had even known about the planet.

She opened her violet eyes again, and let out a sigh; biting her lower lip. She did not wish to stay on the planet, even before they had even set  a foot on it.

[i][color=8882be]"A bit too late for that now I suppose... not that the inquisition has ever cared too much about personal preference."[/color][/i]

She thought, mentally resigning herself to their current situation and mentally reciting a small prayer to the emperor that she was just being too skeptical in her assessment of the planet.

*

As they entered the governor's quarters, Adrianne was still in her almost dream like state; her eyes looking everywhere and nowhere at the same time. She was aware of the grandiose architecture all around her, but it all paled in ocmparison to many of the sights she had seen back on Terra.

The planetary governor was an interesting character. He lived in a den of opulence, yet he was surrounded by and carried himself much like a guardsman would. 

[color=a187be]"How long has he been the governor of this planet?"[/color] Adrianne whispered quietly to Medaira, leaning towards the unstable tech-priestess; too consumed by her questions to care about the mental state of their hybrid-technological companion, and hoping that she could dredge up the information from some cogitator bank somewhere in her cranial compartment.

[color=ed1c24]"If that is what you wish, then so be it. I must ask though, are there any questions any of the retinue has before you are dismissed to do as you see fit upon my wonderful world?"
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[color=a187be]"Actually... "[/color] Adrianne started, whilst focusing in on the aura of the man; with the result that her violet eyes seemed to be halfway on him, and halfway peering right through him.
[color=a187be]"Governor Nickolai, I would like to meet your chief astropath. Are they available?" [/color]