The ripple of energy had halted his raving thoughts, the battle of a pathetic mech-wright and the exalted mind of a dread-magi.
Such an energy wave, it affected him like a caress of a lovers hand mixed with torture. Shudders moved across his mind as Zuriel awoke from his lost state.

Was it a warp disruption? A material energy wake?
He had not been paying attention, he knew not what it was or where it hailed from.... apart from it being deeper upon the hulk.
With a loud creak the magi straightened his neck and back, in the darkness nearby vile creatures wailed and fled in terror. The dark one had awoken, the mortal steel man was moving.
Some small black winged creature fluttered away, followed by some other deformed creature in the dark.

They feared him.
Zuriel began to fiddle with his fingers, twisting the glove on his right index finger. He began to move through the dead corridors of the once proud ship [i]Justifiable[/i]. How they had suffered during the journey, how he had worked so hard to keep them from buckling. To no avail, his effort was pointless. A fruitless task with little purpose, how blind he was back then.

He walked through the vessel a short while, his clanging footsteps the only thing that made noise in the ghost vessel parts of the hulk. For none other dared, not even the dead.
The target had been acquired, a data-screen. Zuriel flicked the switch but it was black, expected.
With a steady trained hand he grabbed his dataport and extracted a cable that was fitted to his potentia coil. Sure he didn't have a lumen capacitor, but the screen might just work from the coil itself.
The screen flickered and spat, not designed for such torture and malice. Zuriel cared not as he forced it into life and began to reroute the access grants. The puny defensive systems of the mechanicum was now beneath him, he quickly got past them and accessed what was left of the sensors.
Inactive... of course. The power had never been reactivated.

He began to move further into the hulk, a door in his way was made short work of as he slammed his mechadendrite into it and simply ripped the damaged thing open enough so that he could pass with it and bracing himself upon his mechanical leg, the pure bionic parts having far more strength than something of his frame should possibly be able to have.

The heretical red priest disappeared into the darkness beyond, the only audible sound was the soft clanking of his footsteps.