...humm. Eldar soul stones, eh? An actually interesting tidbit of information. He supposed, then, that it was only polite to reply to Vedius in kind, whilst tactfully ignoring the red-armoured Marine's maniacal gibbering in his direction.

'I am Thorn,' Lucius uttered. Short, simple, direct, and a flat lie as usual. If they recognised the similarities between Lucius's appearance and Xepherial's, he wouldn't stop them naming him as a Dark Angel, but nor would he bother enlightening them if they were too dense to figure it out themselves. Realistically, that was all he'd intended to say, but two or three points continued to draw his interest:

Firstly, the ship needed a pilot. Naturally, this actually meant that it needed an entire staff's worth of crewmembers, thus making it impossible to reasonably fly, especially in its current state of "lodged somewhere inside a giant mass of other ships", unless Xepherial and, what did he call himself, Zuriel Ganymede violent physical twitch Quillios could between them finagle their way into controlling the entire device, a frankly absurd task given the scale of the problem. He'd let Vedius figure that one out for himself, if nobody else told him.

Secondly, the Ork was awake again, one Urgrugg Darkcracker... "Darkcrack[i]ah[/i]", rather... and doing something that seemed to be some sort of prayer, ended by smashing its fists against its head, blood dripping from the resulting wound. Whatever idiocies made it happy, regardless of the falsity of whatever deities it worshipped. There were the Chaos Gods, if they were Gods after all, and everything else that claimed divinity paled in comparison; it was that simple.

And thirdly... well, the problem now lay with the red Marine. He was eerily astute in his observations about how long they - Lucius in particular, but presumably the other two as well - had been unaware of current events. He, for one, had at least gathered that the Emperor of Mankind was now worshipped as a deity of some sort, a false belief in and of itself, but had yet to hear anything about how the Heresy ended... unless... what had it been that Suzy or whatever her name was had said before plunging part of that planet into the Warp? Something to do with a... corpse-god? He'd basically glossed over the terminology at the time, but if that, somehow, impossibly, referred to the Emperor himself...

'By all means, Apothecary of the House of Blood, or whatever your name and Chapter is,' Lucius murmured, hiding his disbelief with his usual mask of carelessness, 'do tell us how it ended, if you think we're so unaware.' He'd make his judgement if and when he had as much information as he could gather.