Commodore Aquairre smiled graciously, and took up her blade from Cortez, turning to her companions.  "They'll behave.  The Commissar cannot be ordered to relinquish his weapon, for we are still in Imperial space, but my Battle Sister can be ordered to strip down to her shield robes, if you so wish."  The commodore said just slightly suggestively, petting the hilt of her blade in its scabbard.  "I sent forward a communique to prepare a formal meal for the meeting.  I hope I did not overreach."  Commodore Aquairre said with a tone of confidence.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Commissar Antony stalked about the room, carefully looking over the ship and stroking his mutton chops.  " This is an informal visit, and I'm not an inquisitor.  As long as everybody follows their orders, I will see no reason to draw my plasma pistol."  He said in his deep, sinister voice, leaving absolutely no ambiguity as to whether he intended to threaten violence.  Sister Scalia simply stood to one side, eyes gently closed.  She seemed to be lost in thought, or possibly fantasizing about killing heretics.  It was well known that her order required no oath of chastity of its members, although there was little more than rumor as to whether she had actually taken such an oath on her own.<br/><br/>Elsewhere in the luxury quarters, the elite armsmen were waiting with their splinter rifles polished and on display, guarding an elaborate steak dinner as their synskins reflected the bacon wrapped foodstuffs.  Several power armored figures stood next to the doors of the room, ready to provide a living blocade.