Vicious appeared to be fairly content with Valrin's answer. His suit took a pair of steps back, fully yielding to the Knight Titan's path.
"I'm glad we could come to an understanding."
Following suit on this gesture, the Sunrider's crew gave Ignus a wide berth as it made its way out of the hold with all the arrogance and surety of a lord of war while the Mercury's crew simply watched with both awe and a good amount of fear as the Lord Knight took his leave before following suit at a healthy distance from the Knight, the sailors familiar with all the risks inherent with any form of technology that requires interfacing with those touched by the warp no matter how pure and incorruptible they were. Yet it still didn't at all detract from the respect they had for their savior, rather it simply cleared things up; for Valrin's show of psychic might showed just how they had all been saved from their eternal damnation. In particular, the Mercury's surviving stormtroopers were quite intrigued by the demonstration.
"A Psy-Knight huh? Never seen one of those in all my years."
"Unless it belonged to a traitor or a xenos Sargent."
"Can't believe you still have that mouth on you Neville."
"What can I say? The Emperor gifted my tongue with wit and barbs, I'd be sinning if I didn't make use of it."
"Well, time to use it in a constructive manner for once, looks like the local garrison doesn't appreciate us Scions bearing our sanctified arms in their presence."
As Sgt. Cadbury said that some Ceran Army soldiers approached the quintet in an intimidating manner, attempting to cow the Stormtroopers into compliance, something that the team of five found highly amusing, given the clear and obvious gap between their wargear and training as it was quite obvious that the soldiers before them were little better than PDF troopers. Hiding a smirk behind his mask, Neville casually approaches the Cerans as he unlatches his helmet's rebreather mask, exposing a worn, scarred face and dull amber-colored eyes; his gruff, rugged visage quite weakened by an easy, casual demeanor and expression.
"Hail and well met good Cerans, is there a problem?"
There was a slight pause as the troopers were surprised that the outworlder spoke Standard Galactic Basic before the leading man speaks in a firm, authoritative manner.
"Surrender your weapons, you're under Ceran captivity and protection now."
"Captivity? Protection? We didn't recall asking to be saved."
Even though the soldier was wearing headgear that covered the entirety of his face, Neville could easily tell the man's attempt at being scary began to wither down in the face of his utter irreverence, the body language far more obvious to the Stormtrooper's eyes than any facial expression.
"Beg your pardon?"
"You heard right, we didn't need any help after we clawed our way out of our Damned ship. But the Sunrider's captain was just so gracious to offer us hospitality as guests to this planet Cera and who are we to deny such a sacred, generous thing?"
"Still... You need to follow our laws and rules, as guests."
"Are we not doing so? You did say we are guests, neither prisoners nor captives? Is the right to bear arms a foreign concept on this planet?"
"Again, this is our planet and you must respect the laws here. And no, we usually don't let unknowns like you carry their weapons freely."
"Well, I suppose we are guests under Ceran protection. But we still don't want to give our weapons up, insurance just in case Ceran protection is anything like Ceran tact."
"... Excuse me?"
Neville simply responded with a shrug and a split-second smug smirk.
"Regardless," Neville resumed after wiping that expression off his face.
"There are many intricate components to our weapons. Should they be handled without the proper knowledge, there would be no guarantee of either their safety or of your people if a component were to be improperly fitted or any of its circuitry damaged. It is for the well-being of our ship's crew, that I must insist on retaining our weapons; I'm sure you can understand the risks of tinkering with technology beyond one's scope of understanding and if the worst were to happen, how would we be able to defend ourselves and those under our charge without arms? Do you think we can rebuild them with nothing more than a box of scraps? Or who will have to take responsibility for a maimed at best Ceran citizen? Oh, and the radiation from the hypercapacitor rig might sterilize anyone exposed to it without a rad-suit. Might."
One of the Stormtroopers audibly scoffs at the mention of the last bit.
"Doesn't at all stop you from trying to sow your allegedly barren seed on any Sister or laywoman that catches your eye, Neville."
"Kiss my derriere Voldiere."
The Stormtrooper in question makes an esoteric gesture towards his teammate that the Cerans didn't know, but knew quite clearly what the intent was. Now even more perturbed and confused by the proceedings, the Ceran guard was caught flatfooted and eventually relented.
"I-I'll see what my superiors will have to say about this... Just give us a guarantee that you won't be unruly guests."
"Naturally, there is no reason to be."
With that, the Stormtroopers were allowed to keep their weapons to themselves... For now. And as they join the rest of their people in leaving the ship, Neville makes a comment about the whole thing out of earshot of any of the Cerans.
"Well, they're certainly just as bright as the average PDF grunt, but just about as submissive as a Mechanicum Initiate... Not bad, but not that good either."
"It beats having to deal with novitiates doesn't it?"
"Certainly does Seargent..."