We shall meet her in the observation dome. Williams, let House Kindjal know we shall send a shuttle for Lady Kindjal. One of the nice ones, of course. Can't seat a lady ina troop transport, even is she is a serial killer, hoho! And give the pilot some inconspicuous phrase to utter on return to alert us to whether she's in the full Stalker suit or not. Prefer not to be surprised by this sort of thing. When she arrives, have the staff show her to the observation dome with all due courtesy. And let's have some proper refreshments and food. Wouldn't want her to think we're bad hosts.

Macharius prepares to meet her in his golden power armor, polished to a mirror-like gleam. It had the advantage of being extremely showy, and thus formal-wear appropriate, while also offering maximum protection. The thunder hammer and power sword hang at his side, ornate enough to look ceremonial. Almagor and Murphy stand nearby as un-obstrusively as possible for men in full power armor, each holding their meltaguns at attention. The other three Praetorians, after much grumbling, were spread evenly across the observation deck. A full platoon of marines was directed to wait outside the one unsealed entrance, with the Praetorians' old hellguns distributed to the best shots.