Inspect the Bridge

You surpress a yawn as you enter the Martyrs Bridge, Viktoria following you obediently. As you take a breaths moment to observe, you are impressed by the high gothic arcades framing the command centre of this giant behemoth. An imperial palace, dedicated to bind the countless women and men aboard into service to the Martyrs holy Machine Spirit. As you let your gaze wander you spot at least 25 Adepts each set on individual tasks.

You are not surprised to spot Captain Crick standing in the middle of the buzzling activity, the blonde with the steel grey eyes projecting an air of professional confidence. At the moment she was busy consulting some dataslate handed over to her by some adept, but as you kept watching her, she soon took notice of you.

"Inquisitor. Good to have you here. We will approach the entry point for warp travel in about 10 Minutes. Our astropath assured us the warp currents are calm, so it should be a swift journey".

You nod gravely, allowing yourself a content smile. With heavy steps you join Crick at her Command post.

"Very well Captain, i'm glad that our first assignment together starts with good omens." you tell her. Too many shipmasters were all too fearful of warp travel, thus delaying the work of the holy ordos. As a psyker yourself, you had quickly noticed that the ships wards were so fresh, the Martyrs Blood could essentially jump anywhere.

"Then maybe it would be time for you to share the details of our mission with us, Inquisitor" a deep voice, heavy with a strange accent, mutters behind you.

You sigh as you turn around, kowing fully well who had spoken. Behind you stands a thickset, short man in blood red fatigues. Over them, he wears an ornate brazen carapace, beset with signs of purity and allegiance to the Vostroyan Techtriarchs. Bound to his sides are a ridiciously fine power sword and a plasma gun, just as military protocol demanded. The mans skull is cleanly shaven, and beset with hive gang tatoos circling around from ear to ear like a permanent crown edged into his flesh. On his upper lip sprouts an immense white moustache, its tips waxed, pointing furiosly towards his cheeks. Although the man looks like a savage killer, his crystal clear blue eyes are the ones of a man who had seen half his regiment getting massacred and stayed sane enough to pull the rest out in an expert Tactica Imperialis move. Behind him towered his second in command, an equally impressive example of Vostroyan breeding.

"Colonel Namib of the 242. I did not notice your Presence", you nod briefly.

"Inquisitor", his medals cling against his armour as the man makes the sign of the Aquila. "No offense taken, i have only just entered. However, my question stands."

"As I have told you and Shipmistress Crick already, i will reveal the details of our mission, once we have entered the warp, which according to the Crick will be about 10 minutes. Please meet me in the bridge's tactica room in 15 minutes." You curtly nood to them both, before heading to the Tactica office to prepare your briefing.