Karl knelt silently on the floor beside his bed in the crew quarters as he prayed. He could not sleep properly on the beds that the vessel had. It was too soft in his opinion, it felt like it would collapse under him at any given moment. While the others may appreciate the 'decent' bed, Karl did not and opted to sleep on the floor beside his bed. The cold and hard surface of the floor eased his worries and aided him in his pursuit of rest. He followed his morning routine, like he had done every day in the past twenty eight years of his life. At 0500 he woke up and began his morning prayers to the God Emperor of Mankind. He may be no longer part of the guard, but no one could remove the guardsman out of Karl. By 0530, he began maintaining his equipment. Disassembling and cleaning his lasgun had become second nature to him and he needn't a second glance to each part to know which part goes. Karl was sure the machine spirit of his weapon would be satisfied with his dedication to keep it clean and functioning.

Unconsciously, he grasped his long sword and his whetstone and was about to begin sharpening the blade when he stopped himself before the stone abrasive touched the blade. Karl frowned and put away the whetstone and simply observed the near snow white sword that laid on his hands. This part of routine was no longer necessary. The rogue trader had upgraded his long sword to have a mono-molecular edge, as a welcoming gift he claimed. The Iothean white steel blade was already sharp as is, but it wouldn't do Karl any good by refusing the generosity of his current employer. Returning his blade to it's sheath he set his attention to his armor. He owed his life to these pieces of armor. In respect to them, he polishes and maintains the armor pieces with utmost care. He finishes his morning routine and suits up with his armor before the morning meals are served at 0700. The meals served in the vessel was leagues above the meals he remembered in the guard, from tasteless grey slop he was used to consuming on a daily basis to a meal that actually had flavor.

It had been a few hours since Karl finished his meal when the announcement was made that his lord Drake was getting a shuttle prepared. Without question, he headed straight to the hangars. House Drake had hired him to protect his lord from whatever dangers he may face in his travels and Karl had no intention to let his lord face them alone. A number of men were already prepared to board the shuttle along. He had taken position near the rest of his fellows and greeted lord Drake with a salute and the sign of the Aquila. It was then his lord turned to face the man named Lazarus and inquired if he was ready to leave. Karl need not reply when Lazarus said he could not speak on behalf of the armsmen. It was a given that wherever lord Drake goes, he would follow.