It ultimately took Lucius three days to figure out how to re-enable the elevator buttons and get out of that room - it turned out there was a button hidden on the back side of a desk in the room, clearly meant to remain hidden so that potential victims couldn't escape - but after spending a few hours back down with the rabble, who each adored him for their own reasons after the late Suzerain's announcement about his presence signifying the end and the beginning, he found himself spending most of the next week or so up there anyway. "Up", of course, being relative, considering the direction of gravity. And it was surprisingly nice, considering it was the equivalent of a proper ship's command bridge, though he suspected that was more due to Slaanesh's influence than anything else. There were four separate desks, each apparently dealing with a different set of documents that just the one could have handled well enough, and the room's floor was reasonably plush, if slightly sticky in some places. Well, very sticky, in a lot of places, largely with what it turned out was some form of hyper-concentrated lho compound that air exposure had degenerated. The needles for that and other such substances were stored in the shelf next to one of the desks, which in turn sat next to what seemed like some form of control console, albeit one with very limited functionality. He couldn't claim to know how to pilot a starship, but he imagined it required more than five buttons to do well. And of course, a small but very heavily gilded en suite bathroom, whose pipes he suspected led to one of the Nurglite sections of the ship.

Regardless, time passed, the ship's Gellar Field remained intact despite the Warp's ravages, and eventually the contraption abruptly emerged into Realspace, in the vicinity of what appeared to be not only a few other ships, but the apparent target of their travel through the fabric of unreality: a Space Hulk that, as minutes passed, loomed ever closer to the ship that had obliterated a city and probably doomed a planet.

...it occurred to Lucius that perhaps the front of the ship was not the best place to be when it showed no signs of slowing down. With that, he re-entered the elevator and began heading downward as far as possible, just as some automated announcement system declared that everybody should strap themselves down, because they were about to activate the melta drill. He spent half a second processing the fact that a disorganised cult had somehow managed to acquire a melta drill in secret, before bracing himself on the side walls of the elevator as it descended. Admittedly, he was perhaps a little early to begin doing so, but it saved him from having his head caved in when, minutes later, the entire ship jolted several meters as it burst through the outer layer of the Hulk, only to keep going and going, slowing down gradually in fits and starts, until it eventually came to a complete halt, along with the elevator itself. He could only imagine how many layers of the Hulk had just been pierced, how many bodies in the path of the ship had just been pulped, but took a wild guess and decided "not enough to escape the sudden vacuum should the ship open itself up".

That, naturally, was resolved by a sudden double-burst of heat that he could feel even from that far below. Either the top of the ship had violently exploded, or another system had just activated to seal the gap between ship and Hulk permanently. Judging by the noise, it was the latter, followed swiftly by the former. And not long after that, the gravity of the ship readjusted sideways quite abruptly, dropping Lucius into the elevator wall like a fool. But, at least the same applied for the actual fools, too, if they'd not remained strapped in. Whatever that meant.

Now all that was left was the problem of getting out of the ship from the elevator. That said, its roof was surprisingly flimsy, giving way after just a few hard kicks, and after that it was just a matter of walking up the shaft. And... well, it ended up being a fairly long walk. Half an hour at least, and by the time the top-now-end of the ship was in sight, he could hear the frenzied calls of the Chaotic horde coming from somewhere behind him. Right, of course... that influx of new meat into the Hulk was going to be interesting to observe. He wondered idly, as he stepped over the ruins of the top deck, if they'd be accepted or fought by whoever lay within the Space Hulk's walls of plasteel and adamantium. More importantly, though, he wondered what in the Warp his reason for being here was. Did [i]they[/i] have some great plan for him, or was he simply drifting on the tides of fate, so to speak? Perhaps he'd figure that out along the way. Or perhaps not. The first step of that, of course, was be moving into the Hulk from where he was located and figuring out whether there was anything interesting in it... knowing Space Hulks, there usually was.