The entire crew of "The Voids Wrath" was manning their stations or on deck in full ceremonial kit, the white of the Teutonic Order emblem shining as a beacon against the blue arctic ocean, half-phalanxes formed around the firing emplacements. Rifles and swords held high, shields at the ready. 

Despite the striking image of this show of force the crew continued to whisper, even as they held the defenses together. 

"What do you think it means? The world being the same but the people different?" whispered a rifleman.

"It's as the Captain said, god has given us a new mission." replied the man shielding him.

"I know but what do you think it means?"

"Are you asking God to justify himself?"

"No of course not, but while we cant know the will of God he isn't arbitrary. People the same but different, their minds, their lineages warped."

"You suggest that we aren't the warped ones." mused a grenadier as he checked his munition for a fifth time.

An air of tension permeated the knights until finally the port of Murmansk drew close. A solitary chaplain began chanting, by the time the Seaplane carrier reached the docks proper the entire crew was join in the low, almost dwarven chant. 

Captain and acting Hochmeister, Sir Labrenz Hock swiftly descended the gangplank, flanked on his left by the acting Generalprokurator and on his right by a trio of grand-knights.

"Men of Volodyna, I am the last lord of the Teutonic Order, and captain of "The Voids Wrath", and we have many things to discuss."