Act II
A Ship of Sin and Silence
As usual, Isar Vruss had nearly found what he was looking for.The Magos stalked the plated deck in darkness. His form was inked out, his movements shaded and blurred, a side-effect from the Shroud cloak he had spent a good number of years adjusting to his unique bio-energy signature. He had long since retired the robes of his 'office' once he attained the title of Magos and was 'unleashed' from the eyes of Mars. He did not require light to see, his eyes adjusting to the gloom, pinpricks of red where the iris should be. His blade was naked in his right hand, the weapon strangely quiet, as if sensing that stealth was key...for even with all the enhancements Isar Vruss had made to his body, even still that which he hunted was worthy of being a challenge.
Power surged through the Hulk, causing Vruss to maintain his position as the ship adjusted for the movement.
The space Hulk had seemed quiet enough, an act of random chance dropping the ship on his own vessels scopes as he re-entered real space for a course adjustment. He spent two days scanning and another two days of planning a survey team, equipped with weapons and armor, some of his own design. Two platoons of Skitarii and the elite mercenary group of the Forgotten Chosen had come with the Magos.
The first few hours aboard had gone well. There was little to report and nothing of interest to collect. It was only till they delved deeper into the floating wreck that things began to turn for the worse. Strange garbled reports, movement in the dark, and random power surges. Moments after the descent into the next level the comms went dead and the screaming had begun. Now it was all in chaos, beasts attacking from the darkness of the holds, feral, predatory. Though not in the Biological Ordos, Isar Vruss had enough experience and cross-training to understand what it was he faced. Hullghasts.
A Void bulkhead had separated him from the rest of his group, even with his skill he could not force the door to open.
He didn't risk blowing charges either, as the majority of the damage would affect the hull rather than the door itself. That had been some two hours ago according to his inner chron.
Vruss continued his trek into the heart of the ship.
He would find out what lay within darkness...