Vaidan, Akkad, Solastion, Greysight, Sabaan:
The silence that follows the Apothecary's question speaks volumes; the noble classes here seem wholly unprepared for the threat of a Genestealer invasion.
"Time is of the essence with these matters," the Crimson Knight says, "and we must act quickly."
The Governor nods in agreement.
"We will aid you however we are able in cleansing our home from this taint. I can lead you to the chambers within the manse given over to quelling the insurrection. There are officers of the PDF there who might be able to assist you further."
You do indeed notice that one of the assembled gentry wears the crossed golden sickles of House Vortis. He is an elderly man in a militaristic uniform that closely mimics the style of the Guardsmen, with allowances made for his prodigious bulk.
As a pale green wave washes around the cyclical display of the auspex, you cannot determine any sign of Tyranid pheromones within the room itself or its vicinity. Unless...
"Covering fire and a withdraw to high ground," the Raptor's helm glints dully in the light as he motions towards the servitors, "or a lightning strike against them before they might take advantage of their blades and numbers."
Varvost shrugs, the motion amplified by the bulk of his shoulder-pauldrons. Either option seems feasible to him.
As the Dragon drops to the ground, dispensing orders, the Eradicator nods, unsheathing his chain-axe and bolt pistol. The square plaza surrounding the Astropath's tower is quiet and still. In the far distance you might perhaps make out sporadic gunfire, but here the sound of Tyber's voice reverberates far louder.
++In the name of the Emperor of Mankind, the Inquisition and the Adeptus Astartes, open these gates; we have business with the master of this Astropathic choir.++
The closest of these unusual bird-like figures stops in its tracks, tilting its head toward the Space Marine. Its beatific visage is impassive and unmoving; the voice instead comes from a grille in the mantle around its chest. It is a synthesised choir, and overlay of tones both male and female, old and young.
"THE WAY IS SHUT."