Marcella pads her way down the corridor, descending into the darkness of the ship. After several wrong turns she is able to find the control room or cockpit, that has the navigation cogitator. For once things go right for the psyker, who is able to quickly rifle through the travel logs shared by the skiff and the Rogue Trader's primary vessel docked in orbit above. It takes about fifteen minutes to print out records going back over the last three years, gathered on rolls of parchment.

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Meanwhile, the two dock hands lead Arl back through the ship, and down the exit ramp into the bay. The conversation is rather stilted, and by the end of it, Arl can tell the two are looking at him queerly. But the dock hands are too exhausted and too simple minded to investigate, and with tired waves, leave at the base of the ship to go clock out. Outside the vessel, Arl is surrounded again by the clamorous noises of machines and motorized repair tools, and the calls of dock hands to each other as they continue to prepare the ship for takeoff.

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Hound and Orla walk farther down the hall toward the sound of the surly man's voice. Another five doors down, they come to a half open door where inside a group of men and women appear to be playing cards. The source of the voice is a man standing with his back to the door, his red coat mantled with the fur of some strange xenos pelt. The man is well built and dark skinned, his long braided hair dyed richly with purples and reds. The man is still berating someone at the table, though whomever it is can't be seen behind his massive figure.

A terrified voice on the other side of the table is apologizing, saying they are sorry over and over, though the standing man is having nothing of it, accusing them of being a lying sniveling cheat.

Then the man in the red coat turns to face Orla and Hound at the door, his blue eyes filled with fury. "Is there something I can help you two with," the man asks. His face is weathered, and a long dueling scar pulls down from his left cheek to where his jaw meets his neck.