Taking your Rosette off you place it in your pocket as you speak to Eomann,
"Stay here for now, no need to cause more of a problem than we need to at the moment, if I have need of you I'll vox you or the Captain."
Eomann simply nods before turning around and stalking back into the ready room, by your judgement he'll probably wait there in full combat gear until you return worrying of your safety the entire time. With a slight smile you head out the airlock onto the station beyond to find Rodrick nearby discussing his reasons for docking, his occupation, and such all of which you trusted him to make up on his own since after all the man had once been a smuggler until the Inquisition had discovered his operation and press-ganged him into work for the them.
Ignoring him, and the Navy armsmen with him you head out of the room and into the station proper asking those you pass-by for directions to the command center saying you had dire business with the station's commander. Within a few minutes you find yourself in a room adjoining the Rear-Admiral Helk's offices with his adjutant standing before you slightly angry, and requesting to know what business you were about with the Rear-Admiral lest he call the Armsmen and they shove you out an airlock. Slightly annoyed you reach into your pocket and raise the Rosette in front of the weaselly man's face causing him to grow pale, his one good eye to dilate, and sweat begin to bead on his brow as he tries to stammer out a reply.
Swallowing hard the man bows, apologizes, and then leads you into the Rear-Admiral's office where you find him seated behind a large, worn wooden desk with piles of paper, and dataslates all around him. The walls bear tapestries depicting naval battles fought by the station's battlegroup, antique swords and dueling pistols in display cases, and a rather large aquila covering the wall behind the Rear-Admiral all picked out in gold and masterfully detailed. Seeing you the man smiles, and proclaims,
"Come sit Inquisitor, I'm Rear-Admiral Helk Valkar the humble commander of this station and the Gamma-Proto 45n System, as I understand you're looking for information which I am much obliged to give. Simply ask me, and I will tell you what I know, but let me say my knowledge of the world below is not as great as it used to be a decade or so ago."
Condition: Perfect
Ordo: Ordo Xenos
Alignment: Mostly Puritan
Bank Account: 800 Thrones
Possessions:LaspistolLongswordInquisitor's Rosette Eomann, Deathwatch Tactical MarineCondition: Perfect
Loyalty: Unwavering
Possessions:Sanctified BolterTwin ChainswordsMk. 8 "Errant" Power ArmorRodrick, Captain of the Crimson SonCondition: Perfect
Loyalty: Steadfast
Crimson Son
Condition: Perfect
Weapons:
- 2x Voidsunder Lances [High Power, Slow Firing, Lance, Dorsal Mounted]
- 'Pounder' Heavy Gun Battery [Medium Power, Fast Firing, Prow Mounted]
Crew:
- 84 Crewmen
- Navigator
- Astropath
- 12 Armsmen (6 Las-Carbines, 6 Shotcannons)