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[center][i]Attican-Beta wing of the Milky Way - One hour from the Hyperion System - Zero seven hundred hours UST[/i][/center]

	The Empherian, an Inquisitorial Black Ship granted by the Inquisition to Celestian Superior Andromedai Morgenstern to serve as her personal vessel. While she had been put in command of star-ships in the past, the unique honor of being in command of such was not lost upon the Celestian. Standing at the bridge of the rarely seen and less welcomed strike cruiser, the imposing figure glanced over numerous panels that were being fed seemingly endless amounts of information about their current location, much of which passed by so quickly that she had little time to catch it. [color=00aeef]"Navigator, what is our current estimated time of arrival to the Hyperion System?"[/color] inquired Celestian Andromedai, her focus now turning away from the endless steams of information, and to the Imperial-sanctioned human mutant who ensured that they would not end up lost within the Warp. 

[color=ed1c24]"We are one hour out from our destination, Celestian Superior Andromedai."[/color] said the man in a dead, toneless voice. Clearly, his focus was upon ensuring that they would arrive at the destination, but knew that not responding to the question could also prove problematic, somewhere in the future. [color=00aeef]"An hour."[/color] repeated Andromedai under her breath, [color=00aeef]"That will suffice."[/color] Turning away from the man, The Celestian Superior swiftly made her way from the bridge and into the corridors of her ship, passing by other Imperial and Inquisitorial members who had chosen or had been chosen to accompany her and the rest of her retinue on their highly important mission.

Without having to make any physical contact with the com-system built into the helmet of her Sororitas power armor, Andromedai contacted every member of her retinue as a whole. Regardless of what they were currently doing at the moment, they would hear the message loud and clear, as if the Celestian Superior had confronted them in person. [color=00aeef]"This is Celestian Superior Andromedai Morgenstern, to the members of my retinue, you are to finish your current actions, gather your equipment for the mission at hand, and meet me in hanger bay Four-Two-Seven-Three-Three for final mission briefing and departure, that is all."[/color] the com would then cut itself off, being followed by silence. 

The hanger that Celestian Andromedai had designated for their meeting was in fact where her personal gunship, the Typhon, was currently being prepared for departure. While she wished the Empherian could bring them to their first destination, Erathell, having the Black Ship suddenly appear or even be visible from the planet or orbital stations would undoubtedly draw unwanted attention, and easily give away the fact that the Inquisition was now within the system, something she wanted to keep secret, and would do so at high cost, if it came to that.

The door to hanger bay Four-Two-Seven-Three-Three opened to reveal that her personal gunship was nearly finished being prepped for departure, the Tech-Priests who still remained where finalizing the requested additions to the Typhon. It had taken her quite a while to get approval to have these customization's, some saw them as excessive, though with her position within the Imperium of Man, the others say head little power. This sleek and bizarre aircraft looked out of place among the other Gothic designs that were so common around them. It had proven itself time and time again in a large number of conflicts that ranged from space combat, to air combat, and of course air to ground combat, showing that the custom design and excessive firepower was being put to great use. 

Andromedai approached the Typon and ran her left hand upon the black aircraft's outer right wing affectionately, observing the changes that had been made to it. [color=ed1c24]"Celestian Andromedai."[/color] A male Tech-Priest approached her slowly while she was still in thought, [color=ed1c24]"We have finished your requests upon the Typhon, and we shall be taking our leave now. I do hope that the additions are to your expectations."[/color] Andromedai would merely nod her head at the mans words. With nothing else to say, the remaining Tech-Priests left the hanger bay, leaving Celestian Superior Andromedai to stand at the side of the Typhon and await her retinues arrival.