[b]Kurn[/b]

Kurn looked rather confused by the mans reaction... Another Universe? Preposterous. "I do not know what you are talking about, you are Human are you not? That means that you were bore from the bosom of holy mother Terra." he said. "I believe that this conversation should wait until we are in better shape." At that point, the Lord General fell to a knee as the bleeding ran down his leg. The guardsmen beside him shouldered their lasguns and got him to his feet.

"I apologize, my lord... I might have to do something most unbecoming of a General and pass out." he groaned. "Although, if you so order it, I will of course try to stop being a big nancy and bleed out after my duties are completed."

"General, get immediate medical attention, that's an order." Kurn said sternly.

"As you wish... Sir." He replied, he and his men began hobbling towards the lifts to get to the medical bay. Kurn looked at the giant Ogryn next to him.

"Would you assist the Lord General to the Medibay?" he asked. The Ogryn looked a little confused. "Pick up the General." the Ogryn nodded "And take him to Father Beniiel." he said. The Ogryn thought for a second then saluted.

"Yes, boss" he said as he walked towards the General and picked him up like a parent picking up their baby (Grumm being twice the size of the Lord General certainly helping with this illusion) slumping him over his shoulder and walking towards the lift. Luckily for the General, Grumm had just yesterday had his weekly wash, so the gagging stench of body-oder that usually surrounded the hulking great beasts was only mild today.

"Follow the Lord General to our Medi-bay." he said to the Medical team. "Most of our critical patients are there. Father Beniiel is doing what he can, but he can't be everywhere at once." He walked with the XO "I highly suggest getting an Ogryn bodyguard, they may not be the smartest or most hygenic creatures, but you will be hard stretched to find one more fiercely loyal or deadly in battle." Being that they were walking behind the Ogryn, the XO would be able to make out the words "Blessed with a mind too small for doubt." tattooed to into the back of his head.
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[b]Viqtor[/b]

The Inquisitor watched the man as he talked. Every word made him more and more convinced that this man had nothing to do with the Imperium. He looked around the room, wondering where 3 of his men were hiding... His top Assassins, the Ogryn, the Abomination and the Vindicair Disciple. He continued to act friendly, safe in the knowledge that, wherever they were, they were ready willing and able to take this man out the moment things got dicey. As Anaking approached the Inquisitor, the Kroot tracker stepped between them and began sniffing at the Sith Lord. Aminah took her Inferno pistol out of her belt and pointed it at the Kroot, as the Clones all pointed their weapons at her. "Step back in line, Xeno!" she ordered sternly. The Kroot did as he was told.

"This one does not smell like the others, his Genes are different... Desirable..." he muttered to the Inquisitor. Aminah holstered her pistol.

"I do apologize." said Viqtor. "He is an excellent tracker, but lacks common manners, something that my attache here cannot abide... As for these "Jedi" feel free to search our vessel, and I will provide you with a copy of our movement records. Medical aid is appreciated, but the technical aid... Our priests are, naturally, a little touchy and will only allow brothers of the faith touch our machines." he said. One of the Techpriests was eyeballing Anakin from across the bay. the Dreadnought that he was working on also turned to look at him.