Alexei Stukov was doing rounds on the Black Ship, mostly to ease his own nerves. Warp Travel didn't sit too well with him any more, though he didn't speak on that matter much. So he did the rounds, patrolling even though he was under no obligation to, assisting the voidsmen assigned to the ship with his experience and extra hands, keeping himself busy whenever he wasn't tasked with formal duties as part of the Celestian's retinue. He was pretty much waiting for the call to arms, as it were, as they had to be approaching their destination soon. He doubted they would just careen the Black Ship right into view of anyone who would want to know the Inquisition had arrived, and sure enough, his waiting would be rewarded as the microbead buzzed and the Celestian's orders came over the comm. Finally, even though that meant he had to go have his feet on solid ground again, something he liked even less.

	Turning on heel, Stukov took off at a brisk stride, stopping by his quarters on the way towards the named hanger bay. Entering, he grabbed his shotgun and stuffed his pockets with as much ammo as he could carry, including a pocket on the inside of his coat for the specialized ammo he carried. Never knew when you'd have some warp spawned horror barreling down on you and some Emperor blessed munitions wouldn't hurt to keep on hand. Along with some slugs, he could always requisition more specific munitions if the need arose. Checking his belt, the Chain-Cutlass rested securely, a familiar weight, and checking ensured his Naval pistol was in the holster under his left arm. Spare mags for that as well, and the grenades on his belt, also concealed by the great coat he was wearing. Making sure his other tools, data slate, grapnel launcher, and re-breather, were all in their places, he exited his quarters, locking them on the way out.

	It wouldn't take him too long to reach the hanger bay, and he passed the cog boys who were leaving, probably finished up whatever Morgenstern had cooked up for them. If the Black Ship was impressive, and it was, that gun cutter of hers was even more specialized. It'd be a lot of lost resources if it got lost or shot down, but if he had to choose any small craft to get to the surface in, well, he could do a damn sight worse than that. He offered a brief nod to the Celestian as he approached, hands in his pockets as he found himself a spot to keep an eye on the doorway in while still mostly facing Morgenstern. [color=598527]"Got the call Celeste, have my kit sorted and ready to go stomping around on the surface chasing what's got your ire this time."[/color]

	Stukov had changed his kit after assignment to the retinue, mostly in terms of coloration. The greatcoat and mix of carapace and flak were the biggest signs of that, the coloration nothing like a Voidsman would really prefer anymore, mostly picked for personal preferences at this point. Shotgun slung over his shoulder, chain-cutlass on his hip, and other toys hidden out of sight, the senior armsman was ready and able for the mission that Morgenstern had in mind. He also referred to her by one of two nicknames for her, and the less confusing of the two for those not familiar with his dealings with others, and beyond that he kept an eye on the entryway, listening to Morgenstern while keeping an eye out for the next folks to come answering the call.