>>5165275With all of the various happenings around the ship, you couldn't help but to become a part of it. While keeping yourself quiet, you observed the various functions of the vessel. While a cruiser is a smaller type of ship, it is still a massive craft, acting almost like a living organism with all of the various part, both human, machine and everything in between. From engines to navigation, you had your fingers in everything, even a few tests to determine how you'd do with manual piloting. While a minor neurosurgery had to be performed in order to install the necessary components into your cranium, it was worth it as you find yourself as a natural pilot. Perhaps if you were born on a Forge World, you'd make a fine Techpriest, but then again, the past cannot be altered. In combination with this, you had your combat skills improved by many different Arch-Militant aborad the ship, from hand-to-hand to shooting, you tuned yourself to an instrument of death at both ranges. The years went by with your only way of communicating back home being a message here and there sent every few months. One year passes, then two, then eight as the monotony slowly forces itself into you. Just as you think that this ship may become your grave, a message is sent through the channels by your father along with the paperwork necessary to have you leave for home early. You know your father, old Yenari they call him. with both respect and fear. A grizzled veteran of the War for Armageddon, serving alongside Commisar Sideburns. You can bet your ass your father gave him the premission to treat you as any other guardsman. Maybe it was for your own good, and maybe it was just to get a kick out of the old man.
After a short Warp jump, one of many you have experienced, you find yourself in the orbit of your homeworld once more. A shuttle is ready for 2 passangers to bring you back to the planet. Two? Who could this other one be? Perhaps the captain? But you have seen him only a handful of times. Perhaps the Fleet Commissar of the ship? Haven't seen much of him either. One of the Arch-Militants? Perhaps. Your father would like to know about your training probably...
As you go through the many corridors, you find yourself at the shuttle's entrance, punching in the code for the door and just as you are about to enter you are met face to face with a woman. But not just any woman... An Inquisitor...
"Tristan Igariun. You are coming with me."
She says with a tone that makes it sound like you have done something wrong. Did you mess up a part of a ship? Did your messages to your father sound heretical? A million thoughts go thought your head as you freeze for a moment before giving your answer, the one that will truly shape you, more than this journey, more than this ship and more than all of the hair spray needed to keep that hair up.
>Write-in. 