[@Sophrus]

It was dark on the new ship. Motion sensor lights activated and a silent alarm was triggered, causing a small red light to blink high on the bridge where some mortal shipman was neglecting to pay attention. This was the brig after all, and prisoners were not to be roaming about free from their cells. Xepherial finally found himself alone, with no sign of the rogue admech that had entered this way before him. The Dark Angel huffed, as he had been deprived of normal oxygen levels for the several moments it took him to get inside. He settled himself, looking around at the human-made surroundings. Was he.. free? A free hand clutched loosely over his freshly repaired torso. 

With hard footfalls and a rhythmical whir of mechanical joints, Xepherial began a course down the empty hall in front of him. This was an Imperial ship. He was back amongst his own! Hope surged through him, and he realized had little time to warm them of the heresy and chaos he had brought aboard. The Red Corsairs were extremely dangerous, and the ork had the potential for infesting the entire ship with spores. They were easily the primary threats of the sordid group, but Xeph knew he had beaten them in boarding this new vessel and would be able to find help before they could stop him. He tracked in a straight line from the airlock, avidly scanning for a crewmember to attempt to deliver his message. 

Suddenly, Xepherial heard a cough and stopped on a dime. Only then did he realize what part of the ship he was in. There were darkened cells on either side of him, metal doors with thin sliding windows for food and water, each one housing a criminal or stowaway, but they were human. The prisoners quarters were expansive, adn Xepherial began to wonder about the purpose of this vessel, not to mention how to reach an officer.