It was hard to believe that the incident, commonly referred to as The Battle of False Saints, was only now being truly investigated, a several months after its occurrence. Each previous attempt had resulted in those involved to abandon all reason, so convinced by the Sisters' cries of praise. Of course, those before you did not have the mental training you had received.
You rose to your feet, dropping your cigar and grinding it under your boot. The sisters involved had been relocated from the outposts in the Centaurus Arm all the way down into the Veiled Region. Close enough to keep an eye on them, but remote enough that their ideas wouldn't spread if they were indeed heretical.
One of your Assistants poked his head into the room. "Inquisitor Delessa Kravos. Your ship is ready. We shall depart when you are ready."
You dismiss him with a nod. Despite your adept psykic abilities and force blade fashoned after the eastern weapons of ancient times, you should probably grab a weapon and some armor just in case. You've only had real training with lighter armors, pistols, and chain weapons, though you know the basics of the medium sized weapons and other armors. You knew nothing of how to deal with heavy weaponry.