Normally he knew the corridors by heart, the years of service aboard the cruiser had etched the deck plans into his mind. He knew it like his own robes. Every nook and cranny, every shortcut and path.
However, this was no longer the same ship as he had arrived upon, it wasn't actually a ship at all anymore. It was now part of the hulk and the hulk was not just a regular ship, it oozed with change.

The trip took longer than expected, it was impossible for a man. The passages which he moved through were far too small for even a child, luckily, Zuriel was no longer trapped in a single form.
As he flowed through the old ventilation shafts, damaged doors and ripped open bulkheads he heard voices.
'Help me!' 'Stop your pathetic attempts.' 'The thirst, when will it end?' 'You assumed wrong....' 'Are you satisfied?'

A few were directed at him, others were echoes, of the past..... and of distance.
This was an interesting turn of events, perhaps the impact from earlier was someone boarding the hulk, someone here to loot and pillage?
He would watch them, in time.

For the moment he had arrived, he stepped out from a battlement depressed into a wall which was covered in darkness, stepped out onto the floor covered in dried blood coloured black from the environment and caressed a data terminal.
In the middle of the room stood a serial linked set of plasma reactors, with small reactors forming back-ups to the primary ones. This terminal was one of the controls for the generatorium.

Zuriel tried to revive the machine spirit. It was alive and well, not for long.
He performed overrides on the systems warnings, the safety parameters were not within acceptable percentages, risk of radiation. Mortal problems, he cared not for any humans or similar which would enter this place in any foreseeable future.
He forced the generator into life, it hummed and shone with blue light. Zuriel began the operation of kickstarting one of the main generators, it spat and fluctuated, for a moment there was energy enough to light the emergency lights. Before an explosion to the fore of the ship, probably a mangled torpedo tube which launched its torpedo which immediately impacted and thus detonated.
The explosion shook the [i]Justifiable[/i] violently, however the main hulk barely noticed it.

It seemed the machine didn't want to cooperate, pity, another more.... potent, source of energy was needed to kickstart it.
Zuriel strode atop the access ladder which went over the struggling reactors, he gently stood in front of one of the main generators access ports, considered a moment, then began the incantation.

With a hand gesture the eight-pointed star emerged, it floated like smoke which struck the generator and stuck to its surface. With increasingly dramatic gestures he directed the flows of the warp, with incantations which made the air hiss and the metal corrode he called upon the eddies of the immaterium to give him power.
It would take some time, but time was something Zuriel had.