You are a basic crew member, a rating, of the Navis Imperialis, one among countless thousands, maybe even tens of thousands, that live, work and die aboard the ship you were assignment to.

You are currently sitting on your bunk in one of the lower deck barracks. Your shifts should begin in around two hours. You barely slept, but it was enough to invigorate you for the upcoming, grueling 14-hour shift.

Around you, some of the other ratings are still sleeping in their bunks, others are already awake and marching to the nearest canteen, while others are busy praying to the small, makeshift altar to the God-Emperor that is present in one of the corners of the long rectangular room.