The bridge becomes a hive of activity, with various ratings calling orders, tech adepts communicating in the clicking dialect of the binary machine cant, whilst to one side a small choir offers hymns of praise and duty. One by one, reports are returned to the bridge crew.<br/><br/>"Sir, a guncutter has been been prepared, and a security team assembled. They're waiting for you in the bay. The Mechanicus have made their supplications to the machine spirits and declare them ready and willing."<br/><br/>"Ma'am, auspex has detected what appears to be a void lock in proximity to the bridge. It probably wouldn't take more than about 30 minutes, depending on interior conditions, to reach the bridge from there."<br/><br/>"Sir, auspex reports cloud debris is increasing in density."<br/><br/>"Captain, the missionaries have finished their benedictions. They're ready for the final pre-launch blessings."