The fierce sub zero winds howl and hammer against the small gun-cutter. Every so often it rocks and creaks as the thick silver hull withstands the frigid onslaught. Every day you sit in the small lounge section of the ship, trying to keep warm in this harsh environment. You wait for your leader, your master, your Inquisitor, Krylla Gauss to return from her investigation on this frigid moon. It's been nearly five days since she went out to brave the harsh elements in search of the whereabouts of a supposed chaos cult. You don't know how she survives on her own like this but you know Madam Krylla is capable of just about anything. Just as your thoughts turn to worry about your master the machinery of the cutter hisses and creaks.

The heavy metal ramp struggles, then abruptly drops as it breaks the heavy ice that was sealing it shut. The loud howl of the wind is slowly broken up by the dry of crunching snow, then heavy stomping of boots on metal as Krylla lurks up the ramp. Her towering, lanky figure slowly stalks into the gun-cutter's bay. While currently covered in snow and frost, Krylla wears a tight form fitting leather suit with various trinkets, tools, pockets and purity seals. She has leather thigh-high heeled boots that make the already slender legs of her long lithe figure seem even longer. Krylla always dawns a floor length heavy black leather overcoat that obscures her figure. The coat rests on her shoulders with a large collar that rises up to her ears. Her face is angular, wrinkle free, and usually twisted with a tired scowl. Her lofty form is topped with her signature black, high crowned, wide brimmed, capotain hat that hides her silver white hair. "Recaf, now." Krylla orders with her husky voice as she shakes the snow from her shoulders. You promptly prepare a cup of the hot drink for her. Krylla then joins you at the lounge's small counter. "Did you find anything, Madam?" you inquire.