[b]Arknin, Tech Priest.[/b] The Tech Priest was asleep in some sort of Cryostasis chamber upon the bloodwrath, while half a dozen servitors tended to the chamber pod. The chamber hissed, releasing Arknin from his pod. "[b][u]Where could I be now? Last I remember I was on Mars then nothing...[/u][/b]" One of the Servitors approached him holding a rather peculiar device. The Priests Mechandrites swiveled and moved to grab it, For it was a mere Bolter Pistol. "[b][u]Ah, A weapon of the Adeptus Astartes. Made by my brethren out of respect of course. Such a perfect weapon indeed...Yet I feel we could have done better.[/u][/b]" Arknin grabbed his tools and decided to head out with his servitors following. "[b][u]This is a remarkable ship, but it is inferior to the Adeptus Mechanicus.[/u][/b]" As they walked along Arknin could tell the place reeked of Chaos and came across some Tyranid bodies. One of the Mechandrites which had a peculiar claw on it proceeded to stab multiple times, and each time it was noticeable deeper. The Mechandrite scooped out Jelly like liquid. "[b][u]Tyranid Bone and Flesh...nothing new.[/u][/b]" The mechandrite flung it onto the wall. They continued to walk in the bloodwrath, two of the Servitors armed with Heavy Bolters upon their arms. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]