Aboard the ship
Gaius could sense the puzzlement and a flashing anger of the Lector at having the Tower of Silence breached so easily, this puzzlement he can still feel when his mental probe is slowly drowned by whispering voices, which he cannot pinpoint and as a warm of bees they prevent him from further concentrating and reaching the Lector any further. The Lector turns slightly to face the newcomers. Turning to Gaius:
"Our Chapter has no quarrel with you and your... allies" the Lector's voice clearly marks a question as to how such a disparate group of people have landed in the middle of the enginarium.
"That being said I fear that if you are in league with the bewitched Grey Knights, we do have a quarrel that we need to clear."
The Lector seems expecting an answer before deciding on a course of action.
Nouri snorts. "I daresay the Grey Knight are the enemy of every thing they cannot ascribe to their tragically narrowly defined lexicon. I think even you can see that if they are your enemies, then amongst this group of misfits you can find kin, if not blood brothers," he says.
"Of course, they are not our most principle issues at they moment, that would be the Child of Fulgrim," he says. He looks around the room for a moment, before tapping his chin for a moment.
"I suppose our ritual from before drew them to us...perhaps..." He turns to the Lector and Gaius. "We are outgunned and outnumbered. Perhaps we should see if the Grey Knights might not even the upcoming battle?" He says.
"What if we draw them here using that..." He says pointing to the warp core.
"Let our enemies fight amongst themselves," he says.
