# Bjorn the Fell-Handed - Cargo Bay, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir

Bjorns senses slowly awoke as his metal body began to power up. The great beast surveyed his surroundings "Wha... Where..." he looked towards his shoulder "Not more Wolf crap..." he groaned as he spotted a solid gold picture of a Wolf adorning the wolf pelt he had draped over his shoulder. "One millenium, I'm going to wake up early and adorn that priests face with wolf icons." he grumbled as he took several steps forwards. His engine roared loudly and smoke billowed up towards the ceiling. Where was he? He was surrounded by crates... This was not The Fang. He looked at the steel walls... This was a space ship of some description, and from the amount of crates, he guessed the ammo dump or a storage area. He looked to his right to see his new arm, his old Assault Cannon now replaced by a Helfrost cannon. "Well, at least they did something worthwhile." he grumbled. Stomping forwards and along the corridor of crates. He would have to find a way out of this maze and, with any luck, find something that wasn't a Space Wolves member to ask what was happening.

Fortunately for him, he was about to set off an alarm and bring people running. The smoke that his engine produced set off the fire alarm, which began wailing. Bjorn grumbled as he stomped forward. Trying to figure out the route of this was difficult enough with a siren going off.