Meanwhile, as the filmakers party ship flies heedless through the stars, Darius feels a chill of premonition go over him.  It does not matter that he is not gifted with the power of foresight, or that the last hundred times he has had a premonition of danger it has come to nothing, nevertheless, he cannot help being worried.<br/><br/>"Gather the men."  He tells the nearest member of his squad.  "And start patrolling the ship as a unit.  Be careful, stay together, and communicate with me over the vox every five minutes.  Make sure everything is secure, and no one is up to anything too stupid."  He grins at them, eyes flashing slightly with a warning they now know well from his days playing drill instructor.  "That includes you.  Don't do anything stupid.  You don't want to risk the better life you've made for yourself with one small pleasure today, alright?"  Intimidate 39/50 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26703)<br/><br/>Darius then takes his own advice, and starts moving through the ship, checking for problems.  Like a over-sized mother hen, he checks pulses on people who have fallen unconscious from excess with his sophisticated medkit, trusting it's onboard computer to tell him if anyone needs more serious medical attention, moving on from person to person to make sure no one is overdosing.  He doesn't know what form the danger will take, but wouldn't it be just the way for a drugged out film crew manager to accidentally overdose right before finishing some crucial part of a project?  This coming film does mean revenue for the Rogue Trader, and Darius will not see Cortez or his people fail at anything if he can help it.  Tirelessly, the ex-marine makes his rounds, hoping that for the hundred and first time, his instincts are wrong.