Sergeant En nodded, and looked to his men.  "They will serve you well, Rogue Trader Cortez.  We were sent for by Duke Damien Christopher Sorrano, to locate his father, Aldous Veritas Sorrano.  The Rogue Trader died to an assassin's knife ten minutes after boarding the Naval Cruiser, leaving his son to inherit the warrant of trade."  The sergeant said, obvious bitterness creeping into his voice.  "I'm going to fight for you, but lets make one thing clear, Captian Cortez; I'm no fool.  I'm a man who was placed in exceptional circumstances, and I have done everything that I can to protect my own men.  The Thunderfalcons are one of the best assault platoons in the void."  He said, grabbing an alchemical flamer from one of his men, and taking up a whip to scourge the prisoners.  "Get to a safe distance, and stay as far away as you can until the noises die down.  Listen in shifts, lest you hear something that drives you mad."  The sergeant said, looking to Sarah.  "Tell my daughter I loved her.  Tell her I'm sorry."  He asked Sarah, before finally pointing himself towards the door of the security corridor.  "Tell them I died a hero.  Not as I am."