Dietrich stood on the bridge of the Trotzig, a Battle Barge in the service of the Hammers of Defiance. He looked out into the void and frowned, today was not going to be the easiest day in the ancient Marine's life or service. He frowns to himself and looks across the bridge of the 8.2km ship. It had the full compliment of 3 entire companies of his Hammers, two wore the Black and Gold of the Elite troops of the Hammers, while the last company, the First Company, wore mainly the Black and Gold as well as the ancient Gold trim and Purple base coat, calling back to the days when they had served in the Emperor's Children Legion. Bittersweet memory, those days, when they had served under Fulgrim and been whole, when the Emperor had walked and spoken directly to them. Dietrich was leading the ship and it's crew on a mission to retrieve a stricken Strike Cruiser floating in the void. It was known that there was an extremely small and less then technologically advanced species in the system near the Strike Cruiser. Nothing was known about what had happened to the Strike Cruiser or it's crew, how it had been damaged or if the crew was even still alive. It was extremely unlikely the natives of the planet in the system where the Strike Cruiser was adrift were able to damage a ship of that class, let alone kill the entire crew and take it. But it was worth investigating. Dietrich looked into the void before commanding the Bridge crew to lower the shutters and enter the Warp after turning on the Gellar Field. He then turns back and sits in the throne like chair that was in the center behind the consoles occupied by mortals and Servitors alike.

This would be a trip to remember for the Feldmarschall, one that would be well worth it in the end. He keeps his frown and rests his elbow on the armrest, propping up his head with his hand to the side of his face, middle and index finger up on the side of his face, thumb jutting out to the back at the hinge of his jaw and pinky and ring finger curled to the palm. His foot taps on the metal of the flooring to the bridge, never having been a fan of traveling through the Warp. Too many things had gone wrong too many times. He makes sure to keep his trusty Thunder-hammer close at hand, resting against the side of his chair. His purple armor was, for the most part, nice and clean. It had been repainted not too long ago, since the paint had all but faded in the centuries of it's service to the man inside of it. Dietrich looks over a few of the displays near to himself. His adjutant would alert him to any developments that came about during their trip through the Warp, but if something went wrong, there was almost no conceivable way the Human to his side would be able to alert the Feldmarschall in time to do anything of value. And Dietrich knew it, oh did he know it well. The giant of a man eventually stands and orders all but a few of the crew off the bridge. He would allow the Navigator, a specialist mutant to work his magic. Dietrich heads to the planning room to await arrival back into Real Space, opting to stay awake and alert in the less then off-chance something went south. Relatively speaking.