The Agents awake in their room. The last thing you remember is being put under for your mind wipes and now you are in a chamber. While you feel the fuzz of just not knowing, you can see it was very careful and selective. While you remember nothing about the station other than its holiness, you remember the briefing you recieved and why you are here. You still remember your favorite foods so not to much discomfort.
It seems your Inquisitor has been busy. All of your personal effects are present in what is a very large stateroom.
They are set in with the basic needs but appear to be modular for your individual needs.
A dataslate rests on the table, a blinking acknowledge rune flashing with a
Normally you would have your agents see to packing for such an endeavor but with them recovering this task fell to you.
After directing all of the servitors to store the various gear and signing off the forms that were required, you are finally ready to unpack into your own stateroom. It is bigger than your Agents, with a linked war room besides your living quarters. Your psychic abilities can feel the strength of the wards around the ship. You find a dataslate has been left on the table in your room with a note written in High Gothic
The Grey Knights
The Battle-brothers have had their hands filled with logistics as well. Normally this would not be a concern you would care about, as most missions are not this long term. As this is an extended detachement, you have to be acutely aware of the store of weapons and equipment onboard. You have made extensive notes on your datapads of the following
After you finish, you are summoned to the bridge to meet your ships Navigator and Captain