Master Sergeant Haimes stood from a kneeing position in the  Lunar class cruiser's Reclusiam, finishing her nearly silent prayer for the guidance and watchful eye of the Emperor. "Ever watchful is He who brings Light unto the galaxy, protecting His faithful from enemies without and within." She turns and makes her way out, the room packed with guardsmen of all kinds, Eccesiarchy missionaries and priests, even a Space Marine or two. Finally passing through huge double doors big enough to fly a Valkyrie through, Haimes begins to jog through the well used halls, towards the hanger bays full of the Imperial Navy's aircraft. Entering the monstrously large room from a upper catwalk entrance, she leaps over the railing, and flutters the grav-chute on with a soft whine of the repulsor engines inside, landing just between two Marauder Bombers being loaded for combat. Navigating her way through the hanger, she finds the lone Valkyrie from D-99, a sky blue and light grey craft with the small yellow emblem of the Inquisitorial detatchment. The pilot looked already good to launch, just waiting on his cargo of stormtroopers, and a green light. Sliding the side door open, Haimes hops inside and takes a seat, nodding to the four out of nine members of her squad currently here.