Hrafnkel - Command Bridge: Upon reaching the command spire, one would follow the vast corridor that led towards the Wolf's Hall, Leman Russ' throneroom. The long defensive corridor leading to the hall was lined solely with enormous sheets of ivory. This place was occupied by the Varagyr, who other men called the Wolf Guard. These heavily decorated Space Wolves Veterans stood guard outside the hall, though most Legionaries from visiting Legions would apply this term only loosely, because they often did not stand at rigid attention, but congregated in clumps of two or three, talking with each other in their uncouth Fenrisian tongue as loudly as revellers, seemingly inattentive to their task.Though there was no sense of discipline to them at all, wiser folks knew this concealed a terrifying prowess in war. The Wolf King did not stand on ceremony and his warriors didn't do parades. The Space Wolves believed it better to be loyal and a little rough than polished drillmasters with treacherous hearts.The command bridge of the vessel was a multi-levelled vault that reminded visitors of a palace's throne room. Despite its sheer size, the presence of the Primarch Leman Russ dominated the vast space. Officers and Servitors attended control positions wrought from brass and gold which encircled the great dome of the bridge and plugged into the bulkhead walls with fat braids of gilded cables, circuits and tubes. These extending fans of tubework made the consoles resemble giant pipe organs. To reinforce the mental image, most control positions had triple or quadruple sets of keyboards. The keys were made of bone, inlaid with instructional marks. Use and age had yellowed some. They looked like the grin of old teeth and the keys of a battered clavier.Hololithic screens, many projected from overhead or underdeck emitters, turned the central part of the command area into a flickering picture gallery. The crew moved among the images, surrounding some for study, adjusting the data flow of others with finger touches of their reactive gloves. Some images were large, others small, or arranged in stacked series that could be flipped through with a deft gesture. A junior fleet officer would often slide a luminous rectangular map of fleet dispersal through the air for his superior's attention. Some of the slightly incandescent images would show topographical maps, contour overlays, positional guides or course computations. Others scrolled with constant feeds of written data, or showed, in small frames, real-time pict-links to the talking heads of other ship commanders of the Space Wolves' fleet as they reported in.The air was filled with the constant mechanical chatter of machinery, the brittle stenographic clack of keys, the crackle of Voxed voice messages or Mechanicum vocalisers, the drone of background chatter. Command officers with cuffs and high collars stiff with gold braid would rasp orders into Vox-mics that were attached to the consoles by flex leads. Cherubs, giggling at private jokes, would buzz through the bridge hustle, carrying messages and communiqué pouches. Insectoid robotic remotes, as perfect and intricate as dragonflies, kept obedient station in the air at the shoulders of their Mechanicum masters, their wings droning in hover-mode at a disturbingly low vibrational threshold.In the centre of the command bridge was a massive brass and silver armature, an instrument designed for complex celestial display and calculation. It resembled an orrery with its skeletal metal hemispheres and its surrounding discs and measuring orbits, but it was ten metres in diameter and grew out of the desk grille on a stand as thick as a tree trunk. Attendants manned small lectern consoles around it, tapping out adjustments that caused the main frame of it to turn, realign and spin in subtle measures.The hemispheric theatre of the planetarium was often used to display a large-scale hololithic image of a target planet. The glowing topographical light map, three dimensional and rotating in an authentic orbital spin showed day and nightside and was contained inside the moving, spherical cage of the brass instrument. Smaller side projections hung in the air, enlarging particular surface details, and various declinations, aspectarians, and astronomical ephemerides. As an individual got closer, they would see that the vast image was actually a mosaic compiled from thousands of separate detailed pict scans, a work composition that suggested a vast effort of careful and systematic intelligence gathering.