Vailon sent silent thanks to the Emperor for that, the endless whistling wouldn't have been so bad if only the Ogryn knew how to keep tone and rhythm, let alone produce a melody. Though his useful abilities lay elsewhere, and that was why the hooded Inquisitor kept him on the team.<br/><br/>The trip would be uneventful, the stars only visible to the pilot and the Inquisitor who took the front seats. The crew compartment wasn't better than that of a landing shuttle. Two opposite rows of three chairs, more than enough space, even for the ogryn who would take up two, at the very least. The loud noise of the engine and the heat from the many generators made the trip less than comfortable, the metal chairs weren't helping either.<br/><br/>As the ship made contact with the outer layer of Delvon's atmosphere, and quickly made its way to the lower reaches, the screeching sound of the metal trying to cope with the temperature and pressure build-up could be heard all throughout the ship. Turbulence and heat made its way through to the crew compartment, shaking the men and sole woman in their seats.<br/><br/>Eventually they would all feel the increase in G-forces as the pilot pulled up just in time create a nice, refreshingly smooth, landing. As the hydraulics did their work under the venting of excess steam the hatch slowly lowered. The metal lowering until it made contact with the concrete building underneath. An entire Imperial Guard Regiment was waiting for them. Every single one of them neatly in line. Normal guardsmen, some Kasrkin squads, even a few heavy weapon companies. All standing in neat and orderly lines, weapons to their side if possible. General-Govenor Khamaro was on his way towards the landing pad, to greet the Inquisitor no doubt. Though as Vailon stepped out, all he said was a short command, not even looking at his retinue. He had to play it, as if they were unimportant, otherwise they might be tailed. "You have your orders, move out."<br/><br/>The Marine knew the order composition well, and the Ogryn was a private. Out of all three, the Sister was clearly the highest rank. She would lead them on their mission, and the Inquisitor quickly walked out of reach. They would have to take the long way around, off the landing platform, and through the complex. They might find anything on their way to the generator room, but it was their mission to go out and secure it. And they were expected to perform better than any other soldier available, worthy of an Inquisitorial retinue.