Urgrugg felt somewhat unnerved by the presence of the psyker traveling with him. It wasn't anything Zuriel had said, or even done, that set the ork on edge. As a shaman, he had been around other manipulators of the warp before. Only hours before, he had summoned one from the very bowels of the warp itself, and one of the strangest examples the other side had to offer. No, it was something else about the creature that Urgrugg found unsettling, but he couldn't quite place his talon on exactly what it was.

His thoughts were overcome with other worries, though. An echo came through the halls of the great, metal labyrinth. Something, or someone, had made a very loud crash. Judging from the sound itself, something metal had been thrown against, or possibly fell upon, some wall or floor of the hulk. Quickening his pace, Urgrugg moved down the corridor, following where he thought the sound had come from.

At first, it seemed like a wasted effort. The sound, while violent, had been brief. There were no other loud sounds accompanying it, which implied it was likely not caused by battle. In fact, thinking about it, the sound of metal striking metal in this place was likely commonplace. After all, the entire thing was made of huge metal structures, all crashed and compacted together, in completely random ways they were never meant to be part of.

Then, he heard something else. It was much more faint, but again, it sounded like metal on metal, and came from the same general direction. The ork continued on, moving steadily towards the sound, though pacing himself more now. Then, he heard another sound, and some time later, another. Each seemed closer, and before long he discovered why. Someone had been cutting door ways through the inner workings of the hulk, and from the heat of the metal, it had not been long since they had been through.

His suspicions confirmed, the ork moved with more urgency. He gave no thought to his companion, though he could tell from the sounds behind him he was being followed. There was no point talking about any of this. They both would have heard the sounds, seen the evidence, and come to the same conclusions. The plan would be the same for both of them. Find whatever was leaving this very obvious trail.

That said, they were not being quiet. As an ork, Urgrugg was very accustomed to the need to charge towards his foes, and fully capable of doing as much for a good deal of time. With the sounds of new passages being made acting as his guide, he felt them growing closer. Before long, he could even make out the sounds of very heavy, metal-clad steps ahead of them. They were faint, but they were growing louder.

When the sounds of the foot steps stopped, Urgrugg finally slowed. He continued moving forward, but it would do him no good to run full speed into an enemy he had yet to even see. Drawing closer, something else caught his attention. The unmistakable scent of a battle field, though an old one. To an ork, that smell practically meant home. It was getting closer, as well.

As Urgrugg came to what he expected to be the last corner, he finally turned his head back, making sure he was not alone. In preparation for a battle, the ork let loose a hint of his power. With barely a thought, he brought his weapon to life, turning it from wood and crystal to the full potential of the force staff it was. Though he had been unsure at first, Urgrugg was convinced someone was waiting around the next corner. They had been tracking something, and more importantly, they had been tracking it towards the source of the beacon that had drawn so much attention to this lonely hulk. His weapon ready, Urgrugg rounded the corner, braced for an ambush.