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[center][h2] The Wandering Chronos, High Orbit of Arexia Prime[/h2][/center]

Alexius' personal battleship was a testament to the baroque and gothic styles of the old Imperium, a dark and imposing vessel, its vastness was as shrouded in mystery as the Ordo whose halls were within it. Nobody entered the vessel without Alexius knowing, or without his permission, though he was usually accommodating to those who asked his permission . . . to an extent.

Crew turn-over on the vessel was historically small, and most underwent a thorough vetting process and even internal investigations in some cases by the Ordo's Inquisitors. Those who were accepted had their whole families were brought aboard, the Chronos having plenty of room aboard for its repurposed owners and crew, and only a handful of people came and went. Supply Crews were outsourced and allowed entrance into the docking bays where personal crews took over, the personal visitors of Inquisitors came and went with their retinues, and black-armoured Stormtroopers and Servitors guarded and waited at the paths further into the ship's organs. 

The same awaited at the teleport platform. Alexius kept the platform separate from the docking bays, but even closer security was kept, access was only granted by the acting Inquisitor aboard the ship, which had been granted to Captain Lattore prior to his arrival.

A robed Servitor politely bowed to the Captain, and proceeded to guide the Relictor Captain within the maze of the ship. The Captain would notice that he rarely crossed paths in the halls with more than a dozen people in the ten minutes they were walking. A few Stormtrooper patrols, the odd Servitor here or there, a couple young Interrogators in similar robes to the Servitors (these ones branded with the gold Insignia of the Inquisition circumposed on a top of a chronometer's face, the symbol of the Ordo), hurriedly moving through the halls on some errand for their masters, but otherwise not a soul.

The servitor finally stopped in front of a couple of elaborate doors, opening them by hand, they opened into a small square room with several leather seats, a small wooden table, elaborate rugs, and a banners of the Inquisition hanging from the walls. The table had a small glass bowl of simple sweets, a copy of the Lex Imperalis, and a pitcher of water with glasses besides it all neatly arranged. The rugs led towards a second set of doors at the opposite end of the room that looked just like the entrance.

Standing in the room was a man, dressed in a grey coat similar to Alexius' and an Inquisitorial Rosette hanging from his neck, but his age alone marking himself out as being much older than Alexius and having a hood rather than a hat, the hood was kept down revealing messy brown hair but a cleanly shaved face. He made the sign of the Aquila.

[i]"Captain Lattore? Inquisitor Varius Malodrax of the Ordo Chronos, at your service. Master Alexius is currently indisposed, but we are aware of your meeting and so have brought you here for the moment. I am here to assist you with any questions or concerns you may have beforehand, and to ensure that you were actually received here adequately."[/i] 

The servitor that had escorted Lattore quietly whirred out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him and leaving the towering Astartes Captain with the Inquisitor.

[i]"Apologies on the Servitor. Normally such an occasion would have necessitated a . . . living escort . . . and normally persons such as myself would not traditionally be ones to attend visitors, but recent circumstances have compelled an overview of some of our less-privy personnel here and where their loyalties lie, and that a more personal hand is necessary of our Ordo. Rest assured that the matter is being attended to and should not disturb us here. Is there anything you require, Captain?"[/i]