<div class="floatright">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz70/StevenMGabriel/Inquisitor1321599041815.jpg)</div>“Roksh…” Hwan Zhou muttered under his breath, leather covered eyes aimed at the main view port. He hadn’t the foggiest of whom was actually moving into an attack formation but some of those wreckages? Oh he was far too familiar with how they…felt. The Rat-burger he’d brought for Arban was slipped into his coat pocket to be forgotten about for now. Taking a prominent bite out of the sandwich he still had in his other hand he moved around the bridge as all the commands began, faintly mouthing numbers as he stepped on foot after the other and took note of steps.<br/><br/>Reports, commands, movement…the pride of the chain of command as a crew turned on a dime at every word, every breath of its master. The Void or Fleetborn amongst them may have been used to a ships hard maneuvering but Zhou could always feel when a ship lurched quickly under his feet. Staying in the background he kept his attention firmly resting on Xanatov and those of an advisory role drew closest to him for counsel. Axis was ready; Katarina was too with her daring combat evasive actions. Seda no doubt already calculating her next move, Claudia seeking to keep the crew calm on this their first voyage which was now to be a trial by fire, and the Missionary standing loyally next to the captain to dispense advice from on high. His ever-smiling face grew grittier, brow furrowed as the former Imperial Guard officer circled the archeotech surrounding them all in the bridge counterclockwise.<br/><br/>Hwan Zhou came to rest off some distance away from the other shoulder of the Captain against a handrail. Silence over took the cackling loon he purported to act like in most instances and the weaponized Psyker kept his hands in front of him at about lap-level only raising them to take little bites from the food he ate so casually amidst all the panic. A darker smile upturned at the corner of his lips than he had ever previously displayed and with the faintest of little rumbles, his throat clearing, Zhou let the captain know exactly where he was standing without a single word spoken. He was both awaiting orders and observing in a manner that might only fuel Xanatov’s personal opinions of the overly flamboyant ‘gift’ of a bodyguard. A Cheshire cat to smile at the captain’s back as they all went through the looking glass and into the debris clogged obstacle course complete with live hostiles.<br/>