Battleship Altenburg's main hangar had been cleared, only a few Rheinwehr soldiers were present and stood at attention as Maréchal Mounier landed. None stationed all too close, a medium distance or more was kept at all times. Watchful eyes followed every move, however.
As to be expected from a military ship, the interior reflected the vessel's purpose and nature as much as the exterior did. A tried and tested design the Bismarck was, representation of the Kaiser's might. Rheinland's engineers managed to merge heavy armor plating, support beams and a wide array of weaponry with an imposing, stern and indomitable design philosophy. Banners and emblems adorn halls and corridors, scale of the architecture dwarfing crew and guest alike.
Traudel, in full dress uniform, enters shortly afterwards. A quick nod to herself, while nearing the designated landing zone at a smart pace. "Maréchal Mounier, allow me to formally welcome you aboard the Altenburg." Clicked heels and salute follow - every movement executed with almost painful attention to detail, either to mask internal tension... or simply a byproduct of rigorous training. Expression polite yet somewhat rigid. "An office has been prepared for us, if you would follow me, bitte?" With that, Oberleutnant Habermeyer turns around and leads the way through several sections of the Altenburg.
"Truly inspiring history that is connected to the Bismarck-class." she mentions while both are on their way. "The Westfalen was the only battleship of an earlier design, the Bayern-class, which survived the infamous Eighty Years War against the Gas Miners Guild. She simply refused to die, no matter the odds her crew and her were facing. Hull scorched and cracked, wearing those scars almost like a proud testimony to her unshaken will to serve. It evoked such a myth, such an... idea... of unyielding spirit, that the very first newly constructed Bismarck was christened Westfalen again." Having reached their destination, Traudel opens the doors to the office. Keeping them open for Mounier to enter first.
The prepared room, in stark contrast to the landing deck and most corridors, boasted higher levels of amenities. Most likely belonging to the ship's Kommandant, the quarters were richly decorated. Two wing-back chairs and an old-fashioned, wooden table with the Rheinwehr's eagle dominated the arrangement. Clearly those were intended to be used. A few bottles and two wine glasses stood on a silver platter nearby on a smaller side table. A similarly styled desk was further back in the room. "Maintenance of tradition is a key part of Rheinland's culture. We honor the past, nurture it in the present and bring its ideals to the future. And with that... bitte, take a seat, Herr Maréchal." Traudel then closes the doors again behind both, almost ceremoniously.