<Säuberung> @Uriel1339 "Hephestus was loyal to the Legion, he just happened to have disloyal students," Alleo laughed, but there was no happiness in his voice. "As for your own personal view on the matter philosophical, stick to your beliefs if that helps you sleep at night." Flamer was activated and another row of books went out, the flames dancing and giving the entire Librarius an eerie glow. One of the legionaries brought a broken container from the gloom and Elymas recognized the familiar seal shattered. Apparently, nothing was saint for these destroyers. "While I was a Librarian, I always envied you because of the gift the Gorgon gave to you," Alleo said as he took hold of "Phoenix's Resolve", the crystal matrix on its top dim, no art used to activate it and harness the power. "I thought it was undeserving - a lowly psyker given such honor, preposterous! But I realize now that just like everything, that action also served its purpose." Turning the staff around to further inspect it, former Librarian eyed it for couple of moments longer before his mocking gaze returned to Elymas. "If I told you Lord Fulgrim ordered this, would you believe me? Chapter Master Apox agreed and he ordered another thing as well, as a punishment for killing your own superior," at those words all legionaries present turned to face Elymas, their hands on their weapons. Flames danced faster and the shadows loomed in, Alleo's armor adopting a darker hue. "If you make it easy, I promise to give you an honest trial, just like you gave Hephestus." <Membership expired> @DeranVendar @matt23 Moving into darkness of the "Sovereign's" bowels gave both Extro and Arnock a chance to see the other part of the ship, the one warriors of the Third Legion rarely visited. Down here in the dark the glory and the fanfare of the Imperial Truth and the Emperor's Children as its bearers looked completely different. Families of ratings, crew members that had never seen the sun spent their miserable existence to serve the needs of the Battle Barge, never mentioned and always forgotten. In such humorless place the eyes behind Astartes helmets could even see deviance, something that could be, dangerously, called mutation on some of these poor people. It was there, present like a stain creeping from within. This corruption spread not only to people, but to the material as well. Bulkheads were rotten, there was strange mold hanging from the vents, almost like a living thing it exhaled and inhaled as the air went through. Some corridors were completely overrun by fungi, others were host to evolved vermin that made their burrows in the lower spine of the deck. Indeed, "Sovereign" was a mighty ship, made in ages long past in the great shipyards of the Throneworld, but as it stood, its soul was blackened by whatever happened to it in the time the 4th Squad was away. And in such place a familiar figure appeared. At one of the intersections where maintenance tunnels ran up towards the main cooling tank, Minteril waited for them. "Hail brothers, glad that you could make it at such short notice." Chapter Master was alone, but he had both his twin swords and his plasma pistol on him. Interestingly enough, his artificer armor betrayed no sound nor locator ping, obviously modified to keep the veteran legionary hidden from prying eyes. "Were you followed?" at least his helmet was mag-locked to his belt, once-handsome face ruined beyond recognition after he fell in the Cauldron of the Blood Priest, the collected scar-tissue moving on its own accord and giving away nothing in a shape of an emotion, although his eyes shined with a dangerous spark. "What I'm about to tell you might challenge your very beliefs, so I must know if you told anyone of our meeting today? Anyone like...Brother Aleph perhaps?"