Once she was done with the datapad, he took it back and powered it down. He believed that was enough discussion for the day. If she had anything she wished to speak with him on, she could find him in his chambers. He took one last sip of his drink, and stood up. "Thank you for your time. If you have other duties, see to them. If not, you can accompany me to the deck." He took only a moment to wait for her response, before he turned, his cloak flowing from the motion. He found himself in the outer corridor, and he made his way further back into the [i]Certatus[/i]. The regular crew quarters were 3 floors below, but Heironymus and Silvana were in the 'Luxury Quarters.' 

They were comfortable as well as practically placed, being a mere lift ride from the bridge and the chapel. He merely needed to step onto the simple but ornate platform, a few hundred meters quicker and closer than any of the other crew members. The lift would moved swiftly, though it gave an audible grinding as it moved, as if this was the area where the [i]Certatus[/i]' Machine Spirit would let out its frustrations and woes to having to travel through the warp. 

On Heironymus's person was his Ceres Pattern Bolt Pistol, and the seal of the Imperial Inquisition hanging around his neck. He placed his wide brimmed hat on his head, giving the man a more aged and intimidating look to present to the crew for now. He took a breath, and then the lift doors opened to reveal the baroque and grim room, with small consoles of lights and a raised platform that displayed the lower consoles where the Captain stood. 

Heironymus strode into the room, his face impassive and stern as he stepped onto the bridge. The Captain Tiberius turned, a grizzled war veteran that had done one of the few impossible things in the Imperium. He had lived long enough to have changed careers. He had seen battle against the Xenos, and had been lucky enough to go and learn how to be a pilot in the Imperial Navy, and had battled the vicious Eldar for a decade, before he was given his 'retirement,' as the Captain of the shipment Frigate [i]Certatus[/i]. 

"Status, Captain?" 
[@Penny]