Amidst the sorcerer-captain's ravings and rantings before he disappears, Arkhah slowly and methodically connects the dots being laid out by the others. The prisoners...were the guards that Rogue Trader Cortez and his troops had gone to rescue. The guards...were some sort of unnatural constructs. Not flesh, that was for certain. And, if not enemies, not friends. Matters of the warp and Chaos were no more his affairs or concern now, though, and the Rogue Trader Cortez seemed to have the situation well under hand.