Darius slammed an armored fist into a bulkhead wall outside of Cortez's office, denting the ferosteel slightly, and alarming and simultaneously slightly impressing his squad.   "Damnit!"  He swore roughly, "it was like they were avoiding us!". He shook his head.  "I was so frustrated... everywhere we looked, there was no sign of life, but whenever we were in another part of the ship, a squad vanished elsewhere....  At the time, I thought... I thought they were purposely avoiding us... Me, and you men..."  He tells his squad.<br/><br/>Darius shakes his head.  "That's all it was..."  He tells his men firmly.  "The blasted demons went after the weak among us whenever they caught them alone or in small groups, obviously.  They wouldn't face us because they knew we'd cut them down."  He nods to his men.  "Go back to your barracks.  Clean your gear, and I'll see you at the usual time for shooting practice.  Dismissed."<br/><br/>When his men leave, Darius sighs.  "I hope they believed me... because I am not sure I do.  Perhaps we could have put up more of a fight... but I'm afraid we might have just been lucky.  I was foolish to think demons so easy to find or kill.  We need an expert in demon slaying if we're not just going to throw more lives away."<br/><br/>With a heavy heart, Darius heads into the Rogue Trader's office to reports on the disastrous results of his attempt to clear the Reaver ship.  "I don't know how they continually avoided detection, Sir... but they did, and they did so effortlessly.  I don't know how to deal with an enemy that won't stand and fight... or I do, but not if I cannot find them either!  Worse, I'm afraid that they were just playing with us.  If we try this again, unprepared, we'll just lose more men to no good purpose.  I recommend that we either hire an experienced demon killer, or we simply blow that Chaos infested ship to bits..."<br/><br/>He sighs heavily.  "I'm sorry sir... It was my plan that got those men killed.  I have nothing to say in my defense."