However, before anyone could reply or take up aim, the Inquisitor froze, and turned around.

"Brothers... we are being watched." His voice came, echoing through the space of the dockyards ethereally, carrying further and deeper than any voice should.

He shifted, his gaze drifting between the ramp down to the docks - where the crew were - and the ship itself.

"Hunt. I should have known." He snarled, as he raised his hand, pointing to the Ascendo.

"That is the ship our dissidents are using! Board it immediately! I will deal with our friends in the IRIO personally." Cunningham growled, turning back to the crew, and striding up the ramp towards them, his fist clutching a talisman inside his jacket.

"You cannot escape the Heavens' Eyes."