Ardent Inquisitor

The Ardent Inquisitor changed it's engines power levels in an attempt to match the Syrens speed, preferring not to risk over shooting the Syren and spending their time searching, or vice versa.
"Major, receiving information from the Syren, it is a countdown." Minor Morei said, her hands crawling over the holographic symbols with the grace and deliberation of a sleepwalker. It mattered not, Latte Morei may not have seemed it from her apparently half focused behavior (indeed, something which had caused her no small amount of trouble with superiors), but she was eagle eyed and rarely missed even the smallest detail. She was certainly pedantic too; she had ensured that everything was to the exact letter on the Ardent Inquisitor... And Voroei was thankful for that, even the smallest scratch in the stealth ablative coating could result in it returning radar signals, hence why it was routinely repainted. Radar was a primitive detection system, to be sure, but worth defending against just in case.
"Engage jump when it is finished, match the Syrens trajectory. Ensure the hanger doors and shut and shields are raised" The Major ordered, and a noise came from the terminal again as it engaged
"Complete, await jump... Jump." The Ardent Inquisitor vanished from space and began its journey. It shouldn't take long, but the Major retired regardless, He had to convene with the council, after all he was only there to deliver. The words would not be his own, that was not his purpose. He was an instrument of their will, with all the advantages and disadvantages this entailed for him and his position within the hierarchal society.