Avorn grinned at the psyker, shed been ecstatic when theyd happened across him, his distress picked up by her astropath. Most people were unnerved by psykers, for obvious reasons, but not Avorn, part of the reason for that was that she was Emplated, when she was a child, her father had hired a powerful pskyer to emplate her mind, the process (as much as she understood it) created a false shell of a mind around her own, hiding her memories and making her highly resistant to mental coercion. Anyone taking a peek inside her head would only see the false persona, in her case, she was Ellory Sidgur the eldest daughter of a powerful Cardinal. Her emplate was a simple but strong one... any decent pskyer would realize that there was some sort of block in place, since the persona was extremely simple, lacking any kind of depth, but as long as she kept her will up, only a ridiculously powerful psyker would actually get through it. So if she was captured, all she had to do was think pious thoughts (since it does nothing for her surface-thoughts) and shed get off scot free if questioned. The other part of the reason was that boinking a psyker was a very interesting activity to say the least. As she greeted him, she let images of some of her fantasies involving him flit through her mind, assuming that he would be watching since she had told him before she didnt mind him skimming the surface, and gave him a very suggestive grin.<br/><br/>A good captain is Avorn, but pretty clueless in some respects, the finer points of politics and etiquette for example, the Marine was hardly a 'new' member of the crew, but the chars in her favoured briefing room hadnt exactly been designed with a marines bulk and weight in mind... to say nothing of its armour and weapons. So shed had a chair for him added. Shed put it at the front because then she could simply remove a extra chair and everythint would fit nicely... and she obviously couldnt put it at the far end of the table... to be honest, shed never paid much attention to who sat where... and certainly hadnt anticipated that it would cause issues.<br/><br/>The captain shivered pleasantly as Syn dragged her nail over her arm, goosing the flesh, and gave her a wink as she sat down “I would assume so, but who knows? Maybe they will be completely incompetent-” she had been about to launch into her little explanation of whats going on, but was interrupted, first by klaus's bout of insanity, then by the creepy eldar clown... who she had yet to bed, by the way, and the fact that he showed no interest made him odder in her mind than the outfit did. She sighed, and when that failed to catch everyone's attention, she sighed very loudly, almost to the point of theatrics and cleared her throat sharply. Satisfied that she now had the tables attention, she spoke, “Klaus... thats going too far and you know it, you wouldnt like it if he called cadian's traitors.-” she shifted har attention to the space marine “Insults aside, he has a point... I enjoy creativity as much as the next woman, but that giant-spinny-gun-arm-thingy-of-doom and chainfist arnt proper dinner utensils... though I admit to being tempted to asking you to try and cut your steak with it” she suggested, attempting to diffuse the situation somewhat with humour, before turning serious and captainy, which believe it or not, she could do very well, “In either case. Please put this aside untill we return to the ship, then you can have a duel or apologies or whatever. Assuming you both survive. But now is not the time.” she gestured, and a hololith projector in the celing turned on, displaying a image of the planet, then zooming in on one city, and one building in particular, showing its floor plan, “we are being paid quite generously by the governor of Anterk VII to recover a certain item of illicit nature, one that can be traced back to him, and could be quite damaging to his reputation, it is stored on a pict-recorder that was stolen from his estate along with various other baubles, all quite valuable and quite replaceable, he has every reason to suspect the criminals in question have no idea what they stole. We are being paid for... our clandestine nature, the basic goal is to raid this facility, a store house, used by pirates to hold hot goods untill they can be fenced off, either due to lack of attention by the authorities or by transporting it far, far away. We are playing the role of pirates today, so I encourage you to stuff your pockets with any valuables you encounter, and I do suspect there will be alot of valuables, as this will cover our true goal, being the reacquisition of the pict recorder, and the destruction of the facilities cognators... just in case. The pay out is good, and the possible additional reward from all the nice stuff we'll be relieving the pirates of could swell that sum considerably. A good venture, all things considered.” she gestured up at the sphere, “We can expect heavy, but disorganized resistance. Id like you all to come, if possible, more pockets to fill. Cin, I'd like you check the goods, see if any of its xenos and valauble. Our Wych and Solitare will be running intereference. Neremth, id like you to kill their leaders, as soon as humanly... err... eldar-ly possible, before they can organize any real resistance, after that its up to you... you can join us or return and guard the shuttle or amuse yourself... however harlequins amuse themselves. Syna, I'd like you to simply run through the building and cause as much fear and chaos as possible, youll enjoy that, I'm sure... and  no more than three captives this time. Last time you tried to take five and they almost got loose, and I'd much rather not have a repeat of that.... and dont leave their corpses posed in a storage locker this time... the crewman who discovered them did not find it amusing. Darvius, you will be our fist, bring that chainfist with you, we may have some doors or walls to get through. The rest of us will follow up, provide support and stuff our pockets.”<br/><br/>She grinned ear to ear and asked, “any questions?”, just as the thick and juicy steaks arrived, each one carefully prepared specifically to the person's tastes, the cook was well paid... and earned every credit.