Brother Librarian Artenius held his position in the archway of the door for several moments. Pondering just what he had done in a past existence to be stuck in such a position as this, with barely tempered anger on one side, and a building practically stinking of warp taint. “Emperor preserve me...” He muttered as he stood up and advanced into the building with a stoic yet methodical march that he fully intended to keep up. The silence grew awkward, however, as no one spoke yet the tension mounted, it was almost as though the air itself could be cut with a knife such was the pressure. That was, until Brother Moros finally spoke up, probing about the nature of the orbital guns.

“Yes, we shall. Even if the Inquisition does not wish it from us, the Greater forces of the Imperium will do. If anything, I'd say we are duty bound to destroy or at least incapacitate them in some manner.” He spoke in a deliberate tone, he recognised that questioning the inquisition was a swift way to end up being a lobotomized slave or some manner of erstwhile blackshield, Artenius was keen on neither of those fates. Recollecting himself, he continued walking only to stop and raise his hand swiftly, baying his comrades to remain quiet...

In the background, a rough gnawing could be heard, but yet it was not the meaty snaps of bone nor flesh, nor even the squealing of battle-suit alloys. It sounded almost as though the creature was nearby, perhaps in the vents... gnawing on the electronics of this installation.... Perhaps it is local flora? Perhaps it is something worse... The grunting is unclear, yet perhaps those with an intellectual streak would do their best to identify it...and quick.