The assassin struggled in her bonds, squeaking and drawing away from the blade, her brown eyes wide and terrified.  "No, please!  I don't really worship Slaanesh!"  She mewled, realizing that she'd given up the game.  She sighed and looked down, gathering up every bit of charm she could muster.  "Okay, here's the deal.  I'll tell you everything, but you gotta protect me.  I'm good with a sword, and I don't care if I spend the rest of my days locked in a cell as your sex slave, just...  Please don't kill me!"  She begged, thrusting out her chest and managing a small blush while she plumped out her lips.<br/><br/>Outside, the archbishop frowned and nodded to Baromir's declining the offer.  "Of course, sir.  Crusades require the approval of the Imperial commander, such things need to be carefully run through the bureaucracy.  I will place the  needed paperwork aboard your ship."  Archbishop Krozen said, getting a distracted, faraway look.  "I must attend to business now."  He said abruptly, scowling as he walked away.<br/><br/><br/><em>Meanwhile in the Mextil Cluster...</em><br/><br/>Aboard the<em>Reliquary of Alexander</em>, the door to the lab opened, and eight techpriests stood in a rough semicircle in front of the experimental device, surrounding a blue skinned xeno in fancy robes flanked by a pair of armored warriors equipped with strange, exotic weapons.  "Come.  Enter, Great Cortez."  The xeno said in a husky voice, the kind of voice that just seemed deeply wise and friendly, like the sort of person one wanted to take advice from.  It held a gold colored case, held slightly outwards like a gift.