Lord Festus breathed in deeply, his blighted lungs making it sound like a rasp, and took in the scent of decay and blood Squad Pox had brought with them, before breaking into a small grin, showing his many rotted and diseased teeth
"Well, now that Megard and the rest of our brothers are here, we can now begin our hunt! Heth, Jasim! Where are the waves strongest?" Festus asked, turning to the bowing psykers.
"My lord," Heth began, " The waves seem to grow stronger as we go farther into the Space Hulk. It would be logical to conclude that ou.....your prize is located around the center of the ship."
"That is all?" Festus deadpanned, the grin leaving his face and his tone sounding incredulous," We have this great prize ahead of us, just for the taking, and all we have to do is walk
"My lord, a thousand pardons, but from the data I have collected so far, this Hulk is infested with the vile Green-skin!" Gillian joined in, trying to stay as polite as possible while informing his master of the masses of xenos blocking their path.
"Your point, brother?"
Talking slowly as to give him time to chose the right words, Gillian explained,
"These large amounts of Orks could prove....problemous to our quick maneuvering around this vessel and may even try to take the artifact for themselves..."
The only response he was given was the sickly sound of a joyful cough.
"Ah, little Gillian, I expected Orks to be on the Hulk, when are they not?" Festus admitted before continuing, "That is why my honor guard and I went to plant the toxin-bombs, one push of a button and I shall unleash a poison that will teach the Orks not to interrupt their betters!" he explained while fingering the detonation rune with his armored hand.
Gillian now understood why his lord was so unworried about the Orks,but one question still plagued him.
"Then why do we not simply detonate it now?" Gillian asked, his voice regaining his neutral tone.
"Gillian, are you not an Apothecary? Surly you know the answer to that question. When toxin-bombs explode, they cause a large amount of noise, this noise will almost certainly attract a horde of orks. Thus we must find a new position before we can grant our glorious gift to the Orks." Festus explained, excitement coloring his voice the prospect of sharing Nurgle's creations.
After he had finished explaining, Festus led his men down the path Squad Pox had taken, seeing it as the fastest route, and soon came into the chamber where the battle had taken place.
At this point, Megard ordered his brothers to secure a small perimeter, stopping at where the passage way diverged.
While Megard was doing this, Festus stood with Jasim and Heth, his honor guard having gone to help with the perimeter.
"My lord," Jasim began," Heth and I are feeling a echo of warp energy down the corridors, it feels...filtered."
"I thought I already told you, the Orks shall die when I detonate the Toxin-bombs. It matters not if they have psykers amongst them."
"We understand that because of your brilliance you have rendered the Orks doomed." Heth continued from where his Brother left off, "But the blasphemers do not take power from the warp, and even if they did, it would not be filtered." Heth explained, his raspy voice barely above a whisper.
"Then this is most troubling." Festus admitted as realization dawned on him," Keep an eye on the shadows, brothers, I have a bad feeling about this. But back to the mission, which way must we go now?"
"From how the waves are flowing, I believe we must go down the right passage way."
"I see." was all he said as he dismissed his advisers and turned towards his assembled forces, more specifically, A brother clad in a ripped up, bloody robe.
"Brother Ader!" Festus called,"Go scout the right passageway and report your findings to me." As he commanded this, the addressed marine did his master's bidding, rusted chain sword and debased bolt-pistol in hand.
He would of kept running, but he triped over a wire that went across the the passage...
The chamber lit up like a star as the explosion detonated, slamming the members of the nearby Squad Pox into the wall with a dull thud and sending the limbless and burnt body of Brother Ader back into the chamber.
"By the thousand poxes of Nurgle! What was that? Megard cursed as he got up from the ground, many of the boils on his face had burst when he hit the wall, causing heavy burning across his face and robe,further damaging both.
"Have the Orks learned to set traps?" A member of the honor guard asked as he readied his weaponry for an ambush.
"No brothers, that was not a Orkish explosion." Festus eased his men as walked up to the chamber,having been to far away to feel the effects of the shockwave,
"A Ork explosion would of been far louder, and much cruder." Festus explained, fury rising in his voice,"That type of trap is one very familiar to me, for it is commonly used by our Loyalist brethren, the slaves of the False-Emperor."
A hiss of ancestraly hatred emitted from the Sons of Bile at the uttering of the Great Deceiver.
"We must make these slaves pay for the death of our brother!" A marine, whose hood had been ripped from his head by the explosion revealing his dented helmet underneath, cried with many yells of agreement coming in response.
"Worry not, my kin, we are the chosen of Nurgle! Our vengeance is as inevitable as death itself!" Festus preached feverily as he lifted his Power Mace into the air and gestured to the fallen warrior of Nurgle.
"We shall recover our fallen brother's Gene-seed after the deed is done. But for now, we can not allow these slaves to escape retribution! With me Brothers!" Fetus yelled with zealous passion and began running towards the heavily charred corridor,the smell of burnt metal and death filling his nostrils as his men began to follow his lead, chanting the Promise of the Magget-king.
"The bolts from our guns shall be as thick as flies on a corpse, our followers shall be as numerous as maggots on rotting flesh and news of our victory will spread through the armies of our enemies like a plague, and they will know Nurgle's embrace. This we promise.
They now knew their second mission, eliminate or convert the loyalists, and they gleefully began this new duty to the sweet music of exploding toxin-bombs.