...humm. That was a fairly useful shortcut, wasn't it? Shame about the container's size, as Lucius made clear to the psyker with a mild glare, but the worm would just have to get used to it. Not that he was particularly enthused with the psyker's... well, these clearly weren't standard Imperial powers, after all. Then again, was he so much of a hypocrite that he'd only allow others their abilities if they benefited him? According to the brief flash of renewed combat memory, no he was not.

Naturally, the tech-psyker didn't stick around, instead transforming into some form of black smoke, and apparently wafting through the top of the emergency elevator, leaving no trace of his presence behind except a slight flickering of the lights in the corridor. A few seconds later, the minion began to keen ever so slightly in his terror, before cutting off with a mild yell as Lucius grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and tossed him bodily into the back of the elevator. He then stepped in himself, barely managing to fit with a grunt of annoyance as he folded his knees up against his body, and probably compressing the follower more than he'd like - though if he showed any signs of discomfort, he was apparently hiding them. If he hadn't been crushed dead yet.

Despite his lack of mobility in the space, Lucius just about managed to maneuver his hand toward the promised control panel, pressing the button marked "3" on it, and then pulling it away as the lift moved steadily upward, jerking around a little bit for the excess of weight, but managing its journey nonetheless. A couple of minutes later, and they were at their destination, Lucius kicking away the door in front of him and stepping out once more, and the worm falling on his face just behind, gasping for a short while as he regained consciousness and attempted to stand again. Pathetic.

'Check again. Where is the other Dark Angel?' No nonsense, just orders. For a brief second, the minion's eyes rolled up into his skull again, before he blinked a couple of times and smiled, as if he deserved to do so.

'Right this way, my lord master almighty!' he cried out, beginning to jog ahead just a little. Lucius' steady pace kept up with near-casual ease; several turns, a few stops to re-check Xepherial's location, and one particularly long corridor later, and the superhuman turned the corner of the ship, his gaze falling upon his black-armoured ally at long last. Along with a substantial number of other, more standard humans, two of whom in particular seemed quite intent on standing off against one another. This was... quite the interesting scenario. Had Xepherial already begun to manipulate them to his ends, or did Lucius need to do that for him?

Not that it mattered. If they could all be brought under control, they'd all make wonderful cannon fodder. Slowly, and with his hands casually placed upon one blade and the holstered Tigrus bolter, Lucius strolled up until he stood next to Xepherial, making no less an imposing image than the armour-clad Techmarine simply for sheer aura of menace. Technically, his ally was the more dangerous of the two; when push came to shove, though, Lucius had a feeling he'd be more willing to act against these humans immediately if they turned against them first. But if they never did, they'd never have to find out.

'Nice to see you again, battle-brother,' he murmured to his ally. Then, in a louder voice, he called out coldly and confidently to the massed men 'Do as he says. You outnumber us many times over, and yet you would nonetheless die down to the last man if you tried to overpower us. It simply cannot be done.' Was this true? Possibly not completely, not with Lucius' lingering wounds, but Xepherial in particular could probably tear apart most of them on his lonesome. Such were the perks of bearing additional limbs of plasteel and adamantium.

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