Ruptor Vacui lurched in realspace, functional but old and bruised. Her guts churned within the black smog of the lower decks, far below where static rang through the bulkheads. Through the wall-mounted vox units, officers on deck would discern the call first to their Captain.

The Ruptor growled warily as her maw opened to the gilded intrusion, airlocks and machines hissing obediently. The arrival of the shuttle into the main dock sent a thrum through the waiting crew, an Inquisitor's name like dry ash on the tongue. This one drier than the rest when not lapped down also with blood. They all belonged to him- lives a tithe under the Black Warrant.

Lord Captain Mynaard, commanding officer of the frigate Ruptor Vacui. A product of the Schola Progenium, he is a cold torrent: steadfast, brutal, and a heavy-handed talent in execution. It is the constant remaking of sinew and tissue under strain that binds him to duty he hardly believes in, and in fervour profound, he is meticulous, unhinged, and entirely resentful.

He wields a Black Warrant under his Lord Inquisitor, the Ruptor's maw turned always to where her master's unyielding hand guides her in search of knowledge.