Sister Erica looked down, then stood at attention and reported her theory.  "Sir, I believe they've managed to infiltrate the adeptus mechanicus on the ship.  Our chief enginseer could be in terrible danger, as he'll likely be the next target of an attack."  She said, looking carefully at the ruined implant.<br/><br/><br/>In the main reception hall, Krozer regarded Baromir with a careful distance, placing his hands together as if in prayer.  "You might not realize it, Mr. Baromir, that I hate heresy, but I have no need to assure you that I do.  My hate is not a common hate.  It is a hate that burns with the intensity of a thousand suns, a hate akin to what the Emperor himself felt when he vanquished Horus."  Krozer said with an unconcealed bitterness, pulling down his hood and grinning.  "So Baromir, when I tell you that I hate heresy, I want you to know that it's not a light thing.  I intend for every single heretic in the entire universe to die in pain, to suffer agonies so keen that an eternity in hell would seem like a mercy.  I am here to accomplish that mission, Baromir.  I'm here to demand that we kill.  That we hate."  Krozer growled, his bodyguards clustering close -but not too close.  "Show me to your commander."