How long had it been? Half-an-hour? An hour? Two hours? The chronometer in the corner of Decius' HUD wasn't working properly, much to his annoyance, and the former member of the Third had been stalking here, there and everywhere for what seemed like an eternity before he found any signs of life other than menials and naval crew – these he either avoided, or else dispatched with his blade.

Up ahead they were, past a corridor scorched by a flame of intense heat - the gore of bodies still visible as he moved on, with one being distinctly Orkoid...at least what was left of it, torn apart by the shotgun blasts he had heard earlier no doubt – his surprisingly light footfalls carrying him like a phantasm through the vessel before he came within a few feet of the armoury and heard raised voices; by the sounds of them, one was the tech-marine and the other his brother of the First, other human voices unknown to him making threats and bargaining in equal measure.

By hearing and training alone he managed to pinpoint the postilion of the mouthy Ratling as he entered the scene, his bolter raised and loaded in his hands, the amethyst warrior noting the large shapes of Xepherial and 'Thorn' standing nearby the door to the armoury.

“Brothers,” he grunted in announcement of his arrival, taking a position next to the oddly bare Angel who appeared to be doing most of the talking, his eyes never leaving the smaller figure opposite them, “having a spot of  trouble here?”


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