Stanley had known better than to strike up a conversation with the last group he'd had to transport. The small vehicle (http://img.directindustry.com/images_di/photo-p/battery-powered-shuttle-cars-383531.jpg) he drove was one of many that traveled from one end of the ship to the other. It along with the others like it was the fastest way to get to opposite ends of the ship and as such his normal loads were either cargo, armsmen, or important officers and officials. The cargo never made for good conversation because the only ones usually overseeing it were either servitors or techpriests. Armsmen were usually alright, they tended to be willing to talk a bit and at the very least not simply sit in silence. And the officers and officials....well that was what he was guessing he just finished transporting. Their had been one Naval Officer and four other people out of uniform. In addition to them there had been about half a dozen Sisters of Battle. He'd recognized them from the murals and stories that he'd seen and heard as a boy. They were supposedly as deadly as they were beautiful...and if that was true he had no desire to anger them. And so for the entire trip he'd simply focused on his controls and not even looked in their direction. Once they'd arrived at the stop which lead to the generatorium his 'cargo' had departed and he'd been ordered by the Naval Officer to await their return.<br/><br/><hr/>As their group left the line of sight of the naval rating Asaid Virenus (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/7/78/Asaid_Virenus.jpg), allowed herself to relax and retake her normal form. It wouldn't have done for the man to see her for what she was and so before the transport had arrived she'd taken the form of a male navy officer. He'd been easy enough to dupe but now that he was no longer with them she knew she'd be able to move much better in her 'natural' form.<br/><br/>As she followed the Inquisitor down the halls towards their objective she silently took stock of the situation. There was an unknown disturbance occurring in the generatorium, the previous group sent to investigate hadn't responded, and now they were investigating. Along with them was a small squad of 6 Sisters of Battle, each clad in power armor and armed with a standard issue bolter. With the exception of one who was armed with a flamer, and another who Asaid took to be the group's leader.<br/><br/>As they drew ever closer to their destination Asaid could instinctually  feel something was wrong, she wasn't sure exactly what but there was something amiss. Where their should have been motion and noise there was only an eerie silence. She knew that by now they should be able to easily hear the men and women working in the generatorium....<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Stanley was sneaking a drink from his flask of cheep amasac when he died. He did not hear it, he did not see it, in fact he did not even realize he was dying before the life faded from him entirely and he was nothing more than an inert body. By the time his flask landed on the ground his blood was already spilled and mixing with the amascac as it poured from the flask<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Things came together in  Asaid's head a moment before it was too late. She did not have the time to shout out a warning, nor did she have time to eliminate the attackers all she had was time to see to the duty that the Callidus temple had given her. In one quick fluid motion she lunged at the Inquisitor knocking him aside and ducking down just as a silent projectile tore through the air where his head had been a split second earlier. In one smooth motion she drew her neural shredder and was firing in the direction where the shot had come from. All this took less than three seconds, because on the 4th second all hell broke loose.<br/><br/>From somewhere in the hallway (http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/750/techhall5dn.jpg) that the Inquisitor and Battle Sisters were walking down a voice could be heard. A voice filled with inhuman beauty and malice beyond description that seemed to touch not only the senses but the mind itself...<strong><em>"Eradicate them all! We can not tolerate their filthy presence here!"</em></strong>Before the voice had even begun to fade a storm of silent near imperceptible projectiles filled the air from the other side of the opened doorway. Several of the projectiles struck one of the Sister's of Battle driving her from her feet with holes in her head, chest, arms, and legs. The sound of an electric discharge and light footsteps could be heard from behind the group. In that same instant the sounds' creators (http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/15840/1102876-warp_spider_squad_super.jpg) unleashed sheets of razor sharp mesh which tore into the back of another sister, this one taking cover before it was too late. And from above shadowy shapes could be seen moving amongst the exposed pipes just before they dropped into the midst of the Sisters, the Inquisitor and his retinue. As they fell the shadows which seemed to cover them dissipated and revealed the true form of the attackers (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/a/a8/Scorpion_art.jpg).<br/><br/>The investigation party was under attack, and not by mere orks...they were assailed by those with a far more specific purpose.<br/>