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Liftoff!

No aliens, Zee. With one exception, all the people aboard the vessel are human. Well, humanish. One's a human-descended abhuman ratling, and another is from a low-gravity world and requires a support frame to stand and move in this standard gravity.

The antique diver, cosmonaut, Militarum vet and low-grav person all take positions as determined by the tech-priestess and strap in, preparing to launch. Her voice comes over the intercom, asking everyone to strap in and hold on tight. The Gunners and other crew do so; the ratling is holding on with one hand, the other hand holding a roast partridge leg that he's chewing on, quite unconcerned. The Gunners and Gunslinger haven't been to space before, and are notably more worried. One is space-sick.

SPAAAAAAAACE!

It's a bumpy ride up, and the crew are panicking a little, but trying not to let it show. There's about five seconds after they enter orbit where the power cuts out, and it's dark and the artificial gravity cuts out. The ratling is the only one who isn't too worried at that point, just still eating. The tech-priestess manages to get things back in working order, however, and they rocket off to the Hammer of Finance. Assuming Zee and Minerva are on the bridge, they can hear the tech-priestess' words through the intercom from the engine-chapel. "This is odd. I am not picking up any vox transmissions from the vessel. Not even trace transmissions from one deck to another." As they approach, the Rogue Trader vessel grows in the windscreen (spacescreen?) as the shuttle is driven towards a docking bay.

Zee might not be able to tell, I don't know how far she can read world-lines, but... there's not many on the ship. Far less than their should be.
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[Spaaaaace!]

Zee appears to be mostly unbothered by the lack of gravity if only because gravity is, strictly speaking, kind of optional to begin with. It's easier to play along but does she really HAVE to? Sometimes it's the best course of action. As is typically the case with Zee, she'll be cheerfully introducing herself to the various spacers and mercs piling into the craft, her cheery demeanor about as diametrically opposed to the Sister of Battle's as possible. Though as they get closer...

That ever present smile wilts a little.

"Hey miss tech priestess? How large is the crew on Hammer of Finance?"

She's pretty sure the answer should be LOTS! given that this ship is ginormous.

But lots doesn't appear to be answer right now.

The answer right now appears to be way less than lots.

Which means there has probably been a WHOLE LOT of killing going on recently.
[Spaaaaace!]

Minerva is quietly praying in her seat as the lack of gravity sets in and continues to do until the tech-priest speaks up. "Perhaps the Emperor have seen it fit to make them all kill one another. Should make our job much easier." She remarks casually, it wasn't like she could do anything about it after all.