[b]You find that the quality of air has diminished dramatically. Flakes of black ash and grit float lazily in the dim corpse light, suspended in barely breathable atmosphere that leaves a bitter taste in the back of your throat. Your eyes are assaulted by the air. They become inflamed as blood start to well up in your tear ducts. You feel as if your body is being starved of oxygen, and your vision becomes a blurry tunnel. It occurs to you that this section of the ancient starship has it's own climate and biosphere, both having been effected by constant exposure to thousand's of worlds - each with it's own diverse collection of exotic, hyper evolved predators that range from giants the size of titans down to invisible microbes... There's no telling what's lurking around here and floating in the air itself. A memory belonging to Sarris-Sanguine comes to your mind: [i]14,984 years ago, You're walking down a long corridor towards a large blast door that leads towards the inner sanctum of your flagship. You're flanked by 10 honor guards that tower over the human crew and bionic servitors working hastily at their stations. You tower over even the honor guard by head, shoulders, and pectorals. You catch a glimpse of your reflection in a silvery blade held by the sentinel warriors guarding the blast door that is now right before you. Your angelic features radiate back, absolute authority glowing in your green eyes. Your pale colored hair is closely cropped and connected to an aquiline jaw line that displays a short beard. You are Sarris-Sanguine, and it's roughly a century before the flooded fortress incident. You enter the door code: 1515098, then complete a series of complex identity codes known only to the Primarch himself. The door opens and you enter the sanctum... The process to open the door sticks in your memory along with the top secret identity codes. A floating hologram schematic of the starship levitates hundreds of meters overhead in the center of the massive sanctum. You immediately discover the monstrous size of this starship as you step up to the podium that stands before your entire legion of over 900,000 Death Angels space marines in full war gear. Their fists snap into the air at the sight of their Primarch, all willing to die for their father and the cause. This is the day that your legion claims an ancient treasure from the lost ages: a starship of incalculable history. A starship the size of a planet. A starship called the Bloodwrath.[/i] The memory fades as you recognize your surroundings... Before you is a long hall leading to the massive blast door you saw in Sarris's memory, although much time has passed. You see a man standing before the blast door attempting to find a way in. The keypad beeps as another incorrect code is entered. [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/160260941/0/0[/spoiler] "Emperors cock!!" Exclaims Edmond Glass as he kicks the door, flailing his arms in anger. He turns and notices you, scrambling to draw his side arm and nearly falling over in the process. "Hold it!!" Shouts Edmond as he cautiously comes closer. He eyes you curiously. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here???" [/b]