Ensign Thorpe was walking towards his quarters. The ship had gotten itself into a massive firefight and Thorpe knew it was bad. He had however been lucky enough to get an hour off before entering the battle proper.
Right now he was returning to his room to get the ensign badge that was supposed to sit on his cap. He had no idea how it had come loose but it had not been there when he walked past a shiny coolant tank he usually used as a mirror each morning to make sure he looked the part.
Unlike some of the other officers, he shook his head at the thought.

He was passing by some voidsmen and some menials as the lights suddenly flickered, Thorpe stopped and looked around him. Something was awry, he could feel some sort of presence.
The lights flickered once more and it was obvious the menials were nervous, Thorpe tried to calm them with a hand motion as he skeptically moved forward.
Suddenly a light exploded, followed by a rasping exhale that echoed through the hallway as the normal lights went out and was replaced by the red emergency lights.
Out from the vents black mists began to move like tendrils along the walls towards the floor. The voidsmen clamoured to get to the closest locker with Ironclaw shotguns to arm themselves. The menials ran, hugged the walls or collapsed on the floor.
The voidsmen however failed, as the locker opened black mist poured out from the locker which made the voidsmen hesitate and one of the trio ran.

Thorpe drew his autopistol, stood like the commissars he'd seen on the recruitment posters trying to make the crew nearby regain their posture. It was here however he noticed how the black mist was moving from all directions towards him.
From all directions it moved with several tendrils showing the way, he turned quickly and noticed he was surrounded.
With a roar he began to fire unto the floor, as the shots hit the floor small shockwaves made the surrounding smoke move away as if making a crater.
But as some places went slower, other went faster. Thorpe began to scream and fire at full auto as black tendrils began to climb up his legs. The menials were panicking like Thorpe and the voidsmen were frozen with fear.

With a sickening sound the smoke began to enter Thorpe's mouth and force its way into his lungs. He was in pain, could barely make sound as all the smoke moved faster and faster along the floor up the poor man's body and into his body, through the mouth, nostrils ears and eyes.
A silent chuckle grew into a sickening laugh as the final smoke went into Thorpe's body which was deathly pale with visible blood vessels stained black.
He fell with a thud unto his knees. From inside did something form and seemingly materialize.
It was however too large for the body to contain and from the remains from poor Thorpe did a stained robed former man stand tall. Oil dripped from under its hood and its face was a horrid mechanical form which shone with a single red eye shining with a deep red light which cast light even within the red gloom of the emergency lighting.

-"Liber Mechanica, sapiens mortis, corpus machina rex." Zuriel said with an augmented voice which echoed through the hall with a mechanical echo with a strange susurrus in the background.
As he said this, he raised his hellpistol which was hissing with anticipation, after rex he fired at one of the voidsmen.

The purple beam struck the poor mans left arm which blackened instantly and began to ooze with sizzling slag which fell away from the body like orbiting debris.
The man screamed as the hand began to claw his own face off as the man fell to the floor dying.
Zuriel then shot the voidsman who ran for the weapon locker, however this mans life was also cut short as the hellpistol shot hit him in the back. Creating a small local singularity which sucked the man into it with sickening crunches leaving a hovering small sphere in the air for a moment which a second or two later fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

Zuriel gazed upon the last voidsman, who clambered away from him along the floor. Began to scream and ran along with the menials.
Good, he had dealt with these people. Now he had a moment to feel the veil.
There was psychic activity, another gateway. It was probably the ork.
Followed by a large discharge of something, it burned brightly across the minds eye. After that a presence with psychic potential entered the ship. Zuriel felt it pulsing.
Like a radar he thought, showing it were everything was, but also showing everything where it was.

It seemed the best bet, perhaps it was the pathetic heretic the unarmoured marine had brought? Perhaps a new interesting person or beast?
It was best to check it out.
With echoing clangs zuriels footsteps were heard in the corridors he walked through moving towards the pulsing mind of the heretic psyker.