And so we come to the next installment in the tale of the Techpriestess, continued from >>96043909

>The stand-down order went out across the Rogue Trader's fleet, as a single dropship departed the hangars of the 'Pitiless Blade,' streaking towards the station that lay before it. There, in the docking bay, the massively armored skull-faced prow of the lander opened, a ramp extending from its mouth as a single figure descended, resplendent in flowing red silk and gleaming bionics.

>Salafié surveyed the scene before her, where a full company of the Von Nassau-Mendoza dynasty's armsmen stood in formation, blocking her path. Hardly the greeting she had expected, and such insolence! Common soldiers presuming to stand before a peer of the Imperial nobility and a Magos of the Mechanicus! That they were there chiefly to ensure the Priestess stayed well out of sight of any curious merchants was lost on her, and a part of her was sorely tempted to activate the lander's turreted autocannons and sweep the deck clean of these curs.

>It was fortunate then that the Rogue Trader had, perhaps anticipating the peril to his men, arranged for a cadre of combat automata to escort the Priestess from the hangar bay, an entourage that proved far more agreeable to her tastes. And so it was that Salafié was whisked away to the palatial upper levels of the station, where she was reunited with Cassius in person. There, with the automata following close behind, the pair strode through halls of polished marble, making such idle small-talk as nobles will, until the
Rogue Trader was confident that Salafié was indeed still herself.