[center][h3][b][u]Paolo Piacere[/u][/b][/h3]
Primaris Psyker - Commander of Platoon 7 "Remnants"

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The Rogue Trader spoke.

"Let us have a great banquet, shall we?" 
"Our journey ahead will be difficult. We may face foes beyond the deepest nightmares, but we have done so before upon many worlds that were. And so, may we find great treasure and glory in our path! We shall return to Macragge, bearing the artifact, and be exalted by the Lord Primarchs." 

"TO THE PRIMARCHS" came a chorus from those at the table. Including Paolo.

The dinner progressed cheerfully. When the Rogue Trader had arrived he and others had stood up and awaited him to be seated before doing so themselves. He had politely introduced himself to either man opposite him, one was a hologram of a tech priest and the other an abhuman from the Leagues of Votann. These men were not fools, they had immediately spotted the Scholastica psykana symbols on his robes and belt. He would not treat these men as novices, he would not teach them to suck eggs.

[color=FF8C00]“Well that’s gotta be th’biggest strawber’I’ve ever seen!”[/color]

"Well, i would trust-not any psyker who could not reliably do this. If you would inspect it, it is perfectly healthy."

He stated after pouring himself another mug of recaf. He took no milk with it. Its steaming pool of brown-black liquid reflected his face back at him as he raised it and sipped silently. It was easly three times as strong a flavor as the standard hive or guard issue rations.

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When the first impact shocks hit the ship Paolo stood up so fast his chair slipped back and toppled over. The veteran trooper stepped out of the shadows next to him. As everyone around started to run about to their positions at the doors or to the vox intercoms, Paulo calmly had a conversation with the trooper.

"What do we do sir?" Said the trooper
"Patch me through on your comm bead to relay a message." Paolo Said
"I cannot sir, the metal walls interfere with it"
"Did you bring your grenades?"
"The door guard took them off me sir" he said in a calm businesslike manner
"Quite right, Find his body and take them back, then return to me"
"Do you think they know how to use a fury-grenade?" countered the trooper
in the distance there started the popping of shotgun sounds and krack of lasgun fire
"You'll know by the sound, DISMISSED"

Paolo then placed the two fingers of his left hand on his temple.
Out of his ornate cumbersome belt four military standard combat knives unbuttoned their leather latches and spontaneously drew up into the air and floated in front of him at eye height. 

"One, Two, Three, Four"

Then various carving knives and small forks from the room flew out toward him and took up an orderly orbit as a second layer slightly below the first one as though he was already aware of where they were in the room.

"Five, Six, Seven, Eight"

Stukov had run out the door by this point bellowing something.

The party made a general move towards the door along with the Captain. Those outside the door were already kraking off rounds. When Paolo walked beyond the door he caught sight of the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9M9YeLDnfI]cultists[/url].