The trio of Valkyries make their way through the clear and deceptively peaceful atmosphere of Damaris, toward their designated landing position. As the first two ships touch the ground, their side doors slide open and a dozen of armsmen emerge from each, forming two orderly rows, one on each side of the third ship. As you descend from your own Valkyrie, you step off into the bright sun of midday. The ticking of metal can be heard as the ship cool from their landing, and the smell of promethium and the fumes of ship fuel permeate the air.
Scanning the area, you spot a groundcar some distance away and a well dressed man in an adept’s robes waiting beside it. As you make eye contact with him, he smiles at you, and starts walking toward your group. As he gets closer, he makes the sign of the Aquila and greets you. Greetings honoured worthies of our Imperium. On behalf of the honourable Belkan Kapak, Governor of the Imperial–allied world of Damaris, I welcome you to our home. My name is Jorun Alexander, aide to Governor Kapak. I have been sent here at his request to transport you and your esteemed entourage to the Imperial Governor’s Palace. I am also to place myself at your disposal as a liaison for the duration of your stay. He is obviously unsettled by the sight of the Ork, but does his best to avoid looking it its direction.
Jorun then gestures to the vehicle and bids you toward it. A Council has been called with news of your arrival, and all the proper arrangements have been made for your accommodations in Damaris City until the matter at hand has been resolved. He pauses for a moment, then adds less formally I would also like thank you for coming. On the behalf of myself... and my family. If there’s anything you need, or need to know about our planet, I can help as best I can.