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The group, a mix of Troopers and Astartes, rounded a corner and those in front moved to the sides so all members of the team could see. The corpses of three Eldar Warp Spiders and the exploded remains of another littered the corridor, and the Inquisitor was face down on the metal floor, blood seeping in a small pool around him.
"Throne on Terra, NO!" cried one of the Cadian Stormtroopers. Within seconds, the Cadians had constructed a stretcher and the group moved in an armed hedgehog back through the tunnels to the medical facility.

Acolyte Lazara's  face took on a strange expression. Astartes were far from inconspicous. They didn't even wear camouflage. But what tipped her off to the Grey Knight still following her was the strange tingle at the back of her neck. She could always tell when she was being watched. At the time, she'd been reading a note one of the Kriegers had passed her, saying 'This party is the awesomest thing ever!!!' when she turned around to look up at the Justicar.
"Uh...  Hi. Um. What are you doing over here, Justicar Zeus? Eheh..." To be honest, the presence of the daemon hunters this close still chilled her. Chaos may no longer have her favour, but she knew they wanted nothing  more than to kill every heretic and daemon there was.
"Come with me, not safe to talk with others around." With a hand motion, the psyker Astartes waved the Acolyte out the door.

Meanwhile, the Rescue party had managed to go back out of the maze of tunnels which were the on-ship Manufactorum, which even hearing it existed was a  discovery to most of the group. But what mattered was that the  Inquisitor was dying slowly through, of all things, a small but messy  cut on his head, where he had smacked into, again of all things, one of  the rivets coming out of the sides of the walkway in those tunnels.

Back  out in the hallway, Lazara turned towards the Justicar, "And what  exactly do you want? Not to be rude, but I do have to look out for  myself."
Four more Grey Knights stepped out of the shadows. "I think this would be  better discussed in a private room. Easier to sit down there. This will take a while. Although, on second tho-" He broke off as the tramping of the rescue group's boots were heard down the hallway. The Knights spun around, a sight to see someone doing in power armour, and saw the group, half of the party, coming up with the  Inquisitor on a stretcher. A Catachan Stormtrooper ran up to the Justicar and said "No time to explain sir, where are the Twins?"
The  Knight replied in kind. "I saw them walking off to their rooms bickering about something or the other. What's it to-oh." he broke off, seeing the Inquisitor's head wound
The Catachan sprinted off at full speed towards the living quarters.
"Do  we need to continue this, or are there... exonerating circumstances letting me to leave?" Lazara quite hoped the Knights would let her go. She could at least be helpful with the Inquisitor if they did let her  leave. Not like they would, the Grey Knights she knew are notoriously bitchy.
"Oh,  um..." Zeus looked round to the others, who did one massive group  shrug. "Yes, you may leave." They said, before the Catachan  and the Twins came out of the passage leading to the living quarters. As  one, the group in the hallway moved out to the medical ward of the  ship.

Never would she admit it, Lazara knew more than most people on this ship about the inner workings of the human body. Following at the tail end of  the group, she managed to squeeze into the medical room near the end. The Inquisitor had a head wound, which she knew could easily be fatal.  Head wounds bled far more than most usual wounds.
"Um...  It might... Be best to cauterize the wound. It's thin enough it can be sealed up that way without too much further bleeding." Before she could  say anymore, Lazara slapped a hand over her mouth.
Castiel, who by now had shoved his way next to the stretcher looked at Lazara  in surprise. "Chose not to reveal that bit of knowledge earlier, did you? And yes, but we'll have to sterilise it first, see that black muck? Probably came from whatever he hit himself on the head with.

She wisely decided not to mention the heat of cauterization would kill anything there, and noted the black much was probably congealed oil or some other machine lubricant. Shoving her way past a Krieger, Lazara cleaned the weird black stuff from around the wound, but couldn't reach the green bottle of disinfectant. She assumed Casteil would get it from  his position on the other side. Then the soldiers pulled back except for those carrying the stretcher as the group went through the
The old healer instead reached for a clear bottle, which he took one small globule with a dripper, and with utmost accuracy, put one drop directly onto the mess. Immediately the Inquisitor woke up and screamed in pain with agony on his face as the mixture briefly caught fire before vanishing and sizzling the mixture into gas.
Castiel  then grabbed the striped synth-flesh gun in one hand, with the clear liquid gun in the other, and poured one droplet from each gun onto it. The mixture simply lay there, then it gradually changed color and eventually solidified into the skin and artery surrounding it.

The aged and now very tired healer put down his tools and walked to a chair where he collapsed and before anyone knew it, the Astarte was fast asleep. The Inquisitor, meanwhile, opened his eyes from sleep and looked around from his position on the table.
"... What... happened?" he asked, with a rasping cough at the end.
"Uh, there was a grenade that exploded in your hand, a bunch of dead  Eldar and the rescue team went to go save you from whatever hell resides in the belly of this ship. Correct me if I'm wrong here."
One of the Kriegers passed her a note. "Uh, and you hit your head on something and started bleeding like a madman. So they brought you back here. Any questions?"
"... Can I get a drink?"
Everyone  in the room fought off laughter, and even Russ gave a faint smile. But  nonetheless, one of the Cadians brought him a glass of water. He sat up  and sculled it down, then asked "What happened during your party when I was away?"
"Well, people got drunk, a Kreiger of all people passed out, and lots of drinking contests were had. After the rescue party left, there was a lot more booze to go around. So, why were there Eldar in the ship?"
"Ungh...  no shape to talk now... No idea myself... there's always something or another down there. That old Techpriest is in charge of down there...  and I'm tired. I'll... see you all in the morning..." he said as his head hit the stretcher and he pased out.

"He'll  be fine. Let's head back to the barracks." As little as they liked to admit it, all the Troopers  agreed, and they headed back to the party. Eventually, Lazara asked one of the few conscious Guardsmen where she could sleep, and he sort of shrugged. Taking that as it was, the Acolyte just curled up on one of the benches, and lapsed into a peaceful slumber.

Description
The group, a mix of Troopers and Astartes, rounded a corner and those in front moved to the sides so all members of the team could see. The corpses of three Eldar Warp Spiders and the exploded remains of another littered the corridor, and the Inquisitor was face down on the metal floor, blood seeping in a small pool around him.
"Throne on Terra, NO!" cried one of the Cadian Stormtroopers. Within seconds, the Cadians had constructed a stretcher and the group moved in an armed hedgehog back through the tunnels to the medical facility.

Acolyte Lazara's  face took on a strange expression. Astartes were far from inconspicous. They didn't even wear camouflage. But what tipped her off to the Grey Knight still following her was the strange tingle at the back of her neck. She could always tell when she was being watched. At the time, she'd been reading a note one of the Kriegers had passed her, saying 'This party is the awesomest thing ever!!!' when she turned around to look up at the Justicar.
"Uh...  Hi. Um. What are you doing over here, Justicar Zeus? Eheh..." To be honest, the presence of the daemon hunters this close still chilled her. Chaos may no longer have her favour, but she knew they wanted nothing  more than to kill every heretic and daemon there was.
"Come with me, not safe to talk with others around." With a hand motion, the psyker Astartes waved the Acolyte out the door.

Meanwhile, the Rescue party had managed to go back out of the maze of tunnels which were the on-ship Manufactorum, which even hearing it existed was a  discovery to most of the group. But what mattered was that the  Inquisitor was dying slowly through, of all things, a small but messy  cut on his head, where he had smacked into, again of all things, one of  the rivets coming out of the sides of the walkway in those tunnels.

Back  out in the hallway, Lazara turned towards the Justicar, "And what  exactly do you want? Not to be rude, but I do have to look out for  myself."
Four more Grey Knights stepped out of the shadows. "I think this would be  better discussed in a private room. Easier to sit down there. This will take a while. Although, on second tho-" He broke off as the tramping of the rescue group's boots were heard down the hallway. The Knights spun around, a sight to see someone doing in power armour, and saw the group, half of the party, coming up with the  Inquisitor on a stretcher. A Catachan Stormtrooper ran up to the Justicar and said "No time to explain sir, where are the Twins?"
The  Knight replied in kind. "I saw them walking off to their rooms bickering about something or the other. What's it to-oh." he broke off, seeing the Inquisitor's head wound
The Catachan sprinted off at full speed towards the living quarters.
"Do  we need to continue this, or are there... exonerating circumstances letting me to leave?" Lazara quite hoped the Knights would let her go. She could at least be helpful with the Inquisitor if they did let her  leave. Not like they would, the Grey Knights she knew are notoriously bitchy.
"Oh,  um..." Zeus looked round to the others, who did one massive group  shrug. "Yes, you may leave." They said, before the Catachan  and the Twins came out of the passage leading to the living quarters. As  one, the group in the hallway moved out to the medical ward of the  ship.

Never would she admit it, Lazara knew more than most people on this ship about the inner workings of the human body. Following at the tail end of  the group, she managed to squeeze into the medical room near the end. The Inquisitor had a head wound, which she knew could easily be fatal.  Head wounds bled far more than most usual wounds.
"Um...  It might... Be best to cauterize the wound. It's thin enough it can be sealed up that way without too much further bleeding." Before she could  say anymore, Lazara slapped a hand over her mouth.
Castiel, who by now had shoved his way next to the stretcher looked at Lazara  in surprise. "Chose not to reveal that bit of knowledge earlier, did you? And yes, but we'll have to sterilise it first, see that black muck? Probably came from whatever he hit himself on the head with.

She wisely decided not to mention the heat of cauterization would kill anything there, and noted the black much was probably congealed oil or some other machine lubricant. Shoving her way past a Krieger, Lazara cleaned the weird black stuff from around the wound, but couldn't reach the green bottle of disinfectant. She assumed Casteil would get it from  his position on the other side. Then the soldiers pulled back except for those carrying the stretcher as the group went through the
The old healer instead reached for a clear bottle, which he took one small globule with a dripper, and with utmost accuracy, put one drop directly onto the mess. Immediately the Inquisitor woke up and screamed in pain with agony on his face as the mixture briefly caught fire before vanishing and sizzling the mixture into gas.
Castiel  then grabbed the striped synth-flesh gun in one hand, with the clear liquid gun in the other, and poured one droplet from each gun onto it. The mixture simply lay there, then it gradually changed color and eventually solidified into the skin and artery surrounding it.

The aged and now very tired healer put down his tools and walked to a chair where he collapsed and before anyone knew it, the Astarte was fast asleep. The Inquisitor, meanwhile, opened his eyes from sleep and looked around from his position on the table.
"... What... happened?" he asked, with a rasping cough at the end.
"Uh, there was a grenade that exploded in your hand, a bunch of dead  Eldar and the rescue team went to go save you from whatever hell resides in the belly of this ship. Correct me if I'm wrong here."
One of the Kriegers passed her a note. "Uh, and you hit your head on something and started bleeding like a madman. So they brought you back here. Any questions?"
"... Can I get a drink?"
Everyone  in the room fought off laughter, and even Russ gave a faint smile. But  nonetheless, one of the Cadians brought him a glass of water. He sat up  and sculled it down, then asked "What happened during your party when I was away?"
"Well, people got drunk, a Kreiger of all people passed out, and lots of drinking contests were had. After the rescue party left, there was a lot more booze to go around. So, why were there Eldar in the ship?"
"Ungh...  no shape to talk now... No idea myself... there's always something or another down there. That old Techpriest is in charge of down there...  and I'm tired. I'll... see you all in the morning..." he said as his head hit the stretcher and he pased out.

"He'll  be fine. Let's head back to the barracks." As little as they liked to admit it, all the Troopers  agreed, and they headed back to the party. Eventually, Lazara asked one of the few conscious Guardsmen where she could sleep, and he sort of shrugged. Taking that as it was, the Acolyte just curled up on one of the benches, and lapsed into a peaceful slumber.