Baldr keeps an eye on the activity on deck, and shakes his head. Naval life was far from appealing, either on the seas or among the stars. His Terminator armor, a particularly ancient piece of equipment, groans as he turns to look at the men, and he speaks over his vox-caster. 'We're preparing to leave, so we've come to let you know that we won't be running patrols in the outskirts any longer. I'm not privy to the reason for our leave, but I'm almost positive that Sigmar has tired of fighting on Terra, since our friend among them has disappeared.'