[h2][center] - Unknown, Ordo Chronos Fleet - [/center][/h2]

Hundreds of civilians and soldiers were shipped to and fro between Arexia Prime and the Ordo Chronos battlefleet. Those who had up until this point been protected only by the inquisitors were absorbed by the general mass of Gregori's populace, some upon this world and many upon others, even as Inquisitor Commenus refilled his troop supply from the planet's standard garrison. In normal circumstances it would have been near to impossible to infiltrate the Inquisitor's fleet, even in the state of disarray and confusion that had struck them after being dropped in the middle of the 51st millenium, but necessity had broken apart almost every barrier. With this many people moving around it was easy to slip aboard one of the ships heading up to the briefing, another face in the crowd. It was similarly easy to become detached from the crew he had been assigned to amidst the twisting corridors of the strike cruiser's lower decks. Moving from place to place the stranger employed an age-old trick - if you looked like you knew what you were doing, few question you.

While a green-looking infantryman had disappeared from his squad, a veteran Inquisitor strode into the nearby docking bay, unhesitatingly commanding that one of the small vessels be dispatched with him on board to one of the other nearby vessels. He gave neither name nor rank, simply declared that it was important, and those attending the docking bay had best see that it happened soon. Knowing from the man's manner that he was a man who expected to be obeyed without question the servants and soldiers soon had a small ship ready and the inquisitor went about his mysterious business, shooting off into the other ship.

A dutiful Servitor strode monotonely through the halls, it's mild inspection of the engines and other features considered standard. It went unnoticed by the soldiers and inquisitors that marched through on important business, who treated the servo-slaved zombies as nothing more than an elaborate piece of furniture. Unnoticed, he made his way through a great deal of places, noting everything he saw with impeccable memory even as he memorized the basic layout of the ship. While lacking the technical knowledge of the slave he mimicked he knew enough to grab the general gist of it, and others would be able to glean more information from these findings should he detail what he had discovered to them. After a few hours had passed this strange figure could be seen leaving for the docking areas.

The overseer of this particular docking area gave the order to prepare a ship, as he needed to be on urgent business. His subordinates hurried to do as he requested, knowing their boss for an impatient man even in the best of times. The chubby imperial huffed and puffed at every slight delay, and all were relieved when he was on his way. So busy had they been that they had forgotten to ask for his destination, and their relief would flee at the discovery of a corpse that stunningly resembled their overseer hidden away in the space between decks. But only fate would decree whether he would be found in hours, days, or never. Meanwhile their supposed overseer shuttled off towards another ship, where the cycle repeated itself.

For numerous days the Ordo Chronos were busy loading and unloading passengers, such was their need for conscripts and their fill of innocents, and the mountains of paperwork involved in such an act slowed these events to a crawl, every misplaced letter spreading disarray and confusion. And among the teeming masses of normal imperial civilians several decidedly odd figures milled about. Indeed in these days it is said that a number of quite important people aboard the ship made some stunningly odd decisions and appearances, although not a one of them would recall making any such decisions. In fact a few of them couldn't recall much of anything. And records would later show that some of those people had accessed equally important records, many of which pertained to the ships' defensive capabilities but equally many pertaining to the detailed files on the crew and leaders of the Ordo Chronos fleet. Nothing as obvious as an information download, but it was clear that data had been accessed, and perhaps used. Of course, in the confusion caused by such an immense evacuation, it might be days before anyone noticed anything was amiss at all.

A grinning civilian strode back onto land, stretching tired limbs as he glanced around. Then he set off purposefully into the poor quarters of the nearest city, using his contacts and skills to make his way back to his employer.