Up in the luxury decks, Arkhah quickly was able to pick out Krozer by smell, identifying his group as the one furthest from the bridge of the ship.  The former archbishop smelled stressed, and he had been drinking.  His mechanical legs had a fresh coat of lubricant, and by the sound of them, had a weapon concealed inside.  He was surrounded by four women, each marked by the distinctive scent of melta canisters, and bearing the curious odor of a chaste flagellant.  One of the women looked directly at Arkhah, assuming a hunched position to deliver a mild threat.<br/><br/>Baromir's careful examination revealed a wide variety of weapons among the boarding parties, semi-concealed under their robes. Most of the visible bulges looked like they could be autopistols or bolter pistols, as well as what were almost certainly hand flamers.  They had come alarmingly heavily armed, but that wasn't out of the ordinary for a group of crusaders boarding a mildly heretical ship.<br/><br/>Down in the lower decks, Harlock's men located scattered meal and bathroom sites, indicating the presence of something living in the lower decks.  The scat appeared human, but nobody in Harlock's retinue had the skills or inclination to be sure.  It would take a bit more study to properly determine the nature of the lower decks stragglers.  (A tracking roll will be required to figure out the present location of the lower decks fugitives, while an awareness roll can find additional clues to the identity of the stragglers)<br/><br/>Sarah's group of crusaders was completely silent when they came aboard, simply stopping a couple of meters in front of Sarah, and giving no visible signal that they had even seen her.  In the midst of her bow, it seemed possible that the robed figures were servitors.  A tiny glimpse of the face of one of the individuals under the robe gave a different impression;  he or she was wearing a face concealing mask, covering the entire head under the robe.  It was exactly the kind of mask worn by sisters repentia... or death cultists.   When Sarah rose, the boarders dropped to their knees in eerie unison, crossing their arms and bowing their heads, before rising and standing like automatons.