As Sarah thought, the doors of the bridge opened up, revealing an older man in a black suit with piercing blue eyes.  He smelled awful, covered in engine grease, fear-sweat, and a number of decidedly unsavory fluids.  The armsmen had him surrounded and pointed their autoguns at him.  "Captain; this is Deacon Crane, the officer aboard the ship who instigated the mutiny; or so he says."  Lead Armsman Marcinius said, making sure to jam his gun into the man's face any time he even twitched a muscle.  Crane stared at Sarah, opening his mouth as if to say something, then coming around and starting again.  "I was the helmsman on the<em>Zarubabel</em>, serving beneath Pastor James, who with any luck is now dead; may he fester in Hel."  The man said, his face seeming faily genuine.<br/><br/>"When the thrusters were hit, I left my station to assist damage control at the rear thruster assemblies, only to hear you hail us.  Ever since your new faction moved into the sector, there has been much rumor and speculation about you.  They say that your society lets people freely make their own decisions, without having to believe in any God, that life doesn't have to be unending stagnation till your physical body dies and your soul rots forever in Hel."  Deacon Crane said, looking hopefully.  "I needed to see if the rumors were true, so I got on the vox and used an override to give a general abandon ship order, which provoked the Hellpriests to unleash the War Pigs.  In the ensuing chaos, all but one of the shuttles escaped."  Crane said, carefully keeping his head pointed away from any of the displays on the bridge.  "I assure you that the assault pod is harmless, and that it merely contains our number sixteen gun crew."