"Of course you don't. That was merely a formality for my records. A joke of sorts on my part. I am Inquisitor Braun." He extended a hand to the Commander, who shook it gingerly. Then the Inquisitor gestured dramatically back at the younger man, "This is my assistant, McFawkes."
Randi looked past the nervous-looking man, who looked young but old but young again, and saw no one else, "Forgive me, Inquisitor, but don't you have more of a retinue?"
"And who would that be? McFawkes future wife? Marines from Space? My past family? Please, Commander, this is no time for idle talk, you have to go back!"
"Back? Back where?"
"Back into time!"
At this point there was enough dissension in the ranks that the Commander dismissed the soldiers he had gathered and walked with the Inquisitor back to his office.
"Ordo Chronos? My greatest apologies, Inquisitor but I'm not familiar with--"
But the Inquisitor wasn't listening. Instead he had pushed all of the things on the Commander's desk to the ground and unfolded an ancient looking star map. OESTALAN SECTOR it read, centered on the border. He then pulled out of his equipment several very accurate models of Imperial Cruisers and waved them excitedly in front of his face.
The door slammed open and Commissar Tiberius stormed in, about to go off on a tirade again, and stopped, noticed the banner, and then quizzically looked down the barrel of his own bolt pistol.
"Tiberius, now, now, it's not the time to be offing yourself yet! Come, I'll need your skills for this demonstration!"
With astonishing accuracy, Braun recounted exactly the flight path the First Membrane fleet took once it exited the Mandeville Point in the Oestalan Sector, up to and including the trouble the fleet had experienced with this second, unexpected Mandeville Point that they stumbled in as they neared the point where from which the distress call was coming from.
"Here's where things went wrong. You overshot." Inquisitor Braun paused for effect.