Katiya was beginning to regret not insisting on troops from the Governor. That worthy would have refused on the basis that troops moving out of the palace in any numbers might have provoked a response. She might have been right on that score also which is why Katiya had conceded the point more or less gracefully. It would have been possible to scare up a few PDF troopers for the duty, but the prescence of PDF issue las guns and flamers in the mob earlier hadn't been lost on the commissar. She wouldn't be depending on the PDF until she had more time to feel out the loyalty of the troops, both enlisted and officers both. The exact nature of the problem here on Pavonis was yet to be clarified. It could just be normal manuevering among the noble families of course, but if that was the case someone had miscaulculated badly enough that a guard regiment had been deployed. There were other things it could be though, and they started bad and got worse rapidly. In the scholam Katiya had learned more about the Ruinous powers than any save for the inquisition and the fear of Chaos and its minions was very real. This kind of internal dissent was a classic tactic of the minions of the Great Enemy. 

The Vox station was a simple building, consisting of a large rectangular ferocrete base and then a trio of great metal antennae which thrust skyward like cathedral spires. The approach to it was steep, a narrow dirt road that was deeply rutted and wide enough only for a single truck to pass in any direction. Rather than approach from the road, they circled around to the side where the view from the main building was obstructed by a chapel dedicated to the Ominissiah, easily identifiable by the rusted cogwheel icon which perched above its roof. The pair crept to the tree line and peered out, Katiya pulling an amplivisor down over her eyes to increase her vision in the moonlight. The black on grey pattern she had took to be camouflage turned out to be graffiti scrawled by local juvies, but the place wasn't abandoned.

A pair of battered looking civilian ground cars were pulled up infront of the main building and lights winked through the tall narrow windows of the place. A trio of heavyset guards carrying autostubbers sat on the hoods of the cars, smoking lo-sticks and looking bored.

"Somebody is home," she observed quietly.