Imperial Psyker Qualia Mithras

Qualia stood at the end of the briefing, a gentle nod in the direction of the Interrogator, before heading back to her quarters. Grabbing her bag and donning her weapon belt, she quickly left again, her entire life packed into a single carry-all. Heading back out, she arrived at the landing pad, the proud Aquila lander sat pride of place amongst the flat surface. It took her a few steps to even realise the lower pressure and the heat of the engines, although it did little to slow her down. Qualia couldn't resist running the back of her hand across the exterior plates, a small litany of safe transit whispered under her breath, before climbing the onboarding ramp.

"My Captain, thank you for taking us. Safe travels to us all."

She spoke without stopping, understanding the lander burned precious fuel the whole while they dawdled, and found a suitable seat inside the harsh metal lander. Sliding her bag under the seat, she engaged the safety harnesses and readied herself for the ride.