Krozer scowled while he made his way through the ship, carefully threading through the corridors while his servants averted their eyes to the many things about the vessel which disturbed them, most of all the furry creature that always seemed to be lurking out of the corner of their eyes, threatening violent death at any moment.  "I've come to beg the assistance of the Rogue Trader's fleet to wipe out the heretic menace once and for all."  Krozer explained, while something slipped inside him and his body began to clink and smoke like an advancing war machine.<br/><br/>Harlock's party advanced down the corridors towards the engine chambers and Thraxius, before a disturbing missive came over the micro bead command channel.  "We've got a problem."  Lord Tarsus said, in the dangerously even handed tone of someone reporting something catastrophic.<br/><br/>Krozer's party arrived at the doors to the banquet hall, watched by several parties of elite armsmen and an equally massive crew of ratings keeping an eye on them.<br/><br/>"We've lost track of two of Krozer's associates.  I don't know how."  Tarsus said with a complete absence of emotion, broadcasting the message to every senior officer.  "We've just lost contact with the armsmen in charge of securing the weapons we confiscated."  Tarsus warned, a hint of tension creeping into his voice as the situation rapidly deteriorated from bad to worse.  "I'm attempting to reestablish contact and re confirm our headcounts.  Some of the bridge officers are getting odd readings from the crusader ships...  I...   Please stand by."