"You are serious?" Naamah asked, the slightest hint of an incredulous look on her face. 

The Rogue Trader nodded. He had appeared in the hangar just a minute ago, flanked by his bodyguards, and followed by a procession of slaves. Nykerio decided to attend the boarding of the Space Hulk himself after observing a rather sizable ship with what appeared to be a melta drill on the prow had pierced the Space Hulk and embedded itself deeply within. "Strange things are afoot, Naamah," he said, speaking quickly with excitement. "Who knows what we are going to find? We have to be fast. If we don't strike now, the opportunity could be lost. Imperial forces are undoubtedly already on their way. We won't linger, but I won't waste this chance." 

"As you wish, master," Naamah replied. 

The shuttles, now ready for departure, were quickly filled with slaves and men-at-arms alike. Naamah spotted the Tau being herded along by his handlers, one of which turned out to be the ex-Guardsman with the ragtag outfit. He still stood out like a sore thumb. Snorting with derision, Naamah boarded the command shuttle with Nykerio. 

Their flight towards the Space Hulk was swift. Their pilot called out the presence of an armored figure on the Hulk's hull below them, which gathered everybody's interest for a brief moment, but Nykerio elected to ignore its presence. "Nevermind that," he called over the comms, sounding impatient. "Focus on finding a point of entry. We can deal with whatever that thing is later." 

As it turned out, their point of entry was not far from where the armored figure was spotted. Still ignoring the mysterious stranger, the shuttles gingerly navigated their way through a large crack in the Hulk's outer shell and mag-clamped their rear ends against the much thinner hull of an ancient ship of unknown origin just beneath the surface. Using external laser cutters, an opening was created and the shuttles nestled up close against the hull, sealing themselves to the pitted surface, shutting out the vacuum of space. All members of the crew (even the research slaves) had been handed rebreathers and a canister of oxygen just in case the air inside the Hulk wasn't breathable, and Naamah fitted hers to her face with a frown. She didn't like to deprive friend and foe alike from her enchanting visage. What's the point of being gorgeous if nobody can see it?

Hesitantly, the crew of the [i]Rigged Fortune[/i] inched forward into the Hulk.