Chelkar stopped over his low and dimly lit workbench. A myriad of vials, burners and ingredients of all kinds littered it's surface. Some of the vials were filled with smokey and sickly colours of death and pus. Others were deep rusted reds, blacks, whites, even viscous pink... gloops was the best word he supposed. Each of these vials were handled with the utmost care. Each of these were carefully selected and tested ever since the warp brought him out of the vortex and into this blasted area of worthless space. The room itself was bare save for essentials he needed to live and to make his products. Even the light mostly can from the burning flames of the burners or candles/ small torches. He preferred the warmth of these and the smell of the smoke to the harsh and foreign artificial lights of the ship. 

He didn't know how these ingredients on his table did it. Some of them should more aptly be called chemicals and toxins than anything else. But they gave him what he needed. It wasn't quite like the acidic sting on the nostrils Like Messian air had, or taste the same steely taste as the water when drank. But it served it's purpose. And if he injected it he found that it gave him nearly the same strength and ability as standing in the Messian wastes would. 

The latest batch of his 'home brew' was just finished and he was meticulously pouring it into vials for his home made injector. He found the common needles most heretics used to be far to insufficient and honestly not capable of holding nearly enough for what he needed. But this enlarged hypospray was capable of giving him one or two doses simotaniously. Which some days was just what he needed. As each vial was filled he watched to make sure not a drop was being spilt, or that one vial held less than the others. When he was finished he had a half dozen of the metal vials filled and was securing two of them into his injector when the ship Thudded against something with such force that one of the vials rolled off the table and landed on the floor. A second thus cause several vials to shatter 

Chelkar could only watch in Horror as several contents spilt onto the floor and With a throaty roar of rage he picked up his Rifle and slug his chainsword over his back And burst through his door setting the rifle to overcharge and flipping the lock to burst fire he set off down the hallways to find someone, anyone who was responsible for the loss of his precious substance. It wasn't until he left the safet of his room that he realized the collision alarm was blaring loudly throughout the ship. He must have been ignoring it completely while he was working. Not all too surprising he supposed. 

The threat and meaning behind the alarm cut through the rage that had built itself up in his mind. He focused on the voices around him. From the garble he caught from the crew and the mutants beasts calling themselves crew were yelling and rushing towards airlocks and boarding entries and breached hull points where the enemy ship was open to their own. And all of them were armed. Shouts of 'Imperial scum' and other such insults flew through the air. Chelkar quickly dismissed the damaged vials and lost ingredients.... for now and ran with all speed towards the sound of gunshots and the clash of blades. When he was near those sounds instead of running head first towards the enemy like a fool headfirst he stopped long enough to pull out his injector and hold it to the right side of his neck and pulled the first trigger. A large dose(for other people) of the highly toxic and deadly substance flooded into his veins and he sucked in a deep breath through the resperator as he felt the familiar and comfortable surge of strength and endurance. It might as well have been water or a small dose of slaught for all the health effects it had on him and he put away the injector safely into a pocket and rechecked his weapon. 

Snapping a power pack into the rifle and hearing it soflty hum to life was made even more sweeter of a sound after the injection. He took a quick moment to look around and gauge his location. This seemed like the Fighter bays. He made sure to stay behind the herd of ignorant heretics as some of them charge pointlessly and futily towards the foe. He stayed near the back and quickly climbed some of the ladders and catwalks to gain sight over the ridiculous sea of bodies and heads.