As they walked, a Servitor on a track rolled past, dragging behind it the headless corpse of a Black and White Horror, leaving a trail of blood behind it, although not seeming to care. About 40 meters down the corridor, another Servitor rolled past, mopping up the blood. Kurn paid no attention to them, they were pretty much normal. What was even more normal was passing a Techpriest, praying at a broken console as his robotic hands fixed it, he looked around at the new Humans, most of his face was replaced with cybornetics, with wires running behind his hood.

As they reached the Medibay to find it actually rather calm. Most of the dead were covered with sheets, the rest had Wolf Priests next to them, praying for their deliverance from chaos and into the warm, loving entropy of The Omnisiah. "Oy." yelled a rather high pitched voice from outside of Roche's field of vision. "Longshanks, down here." he would then see a rifle being waggled in the air, right in front of his face to gain attention. "You the new Doctor?" asked the voice again, if he looked down, he would see the short, stocky form of a Ratling. "Can yeh give me something? I've got this aweful rash in me' gentlemans area and it won't feckin' stop." He then noticed the cold, piercing stare of the Chapter Master. "Oh... Ah'll come back then." he said as he waddled away, grumbling. "Gosh mah balls are itchy!!!" it yelled.

"I apologize." said Kurn. "Ratlings are such crude creatures, but their eyes are better than any creature i've ever come across. Even the most elderly and frail of them have more chance of shooting a target than you or I." At that point Father Beneiil approached.

"Bring the Lord General over here, i'll see to him personally." said the Terminator-clad Priest. "Are these the Medics?" he asked, pressing his fist to his heart to show respect. "Unfortunately, we still can't get a firm grasp on casualties." he said to Kurn. "We still have several areas of the ship that our priests are not, due to shorthandedness. And several of the lifts being out does not help. Several of my men have saddled up." Kurn thought for a second. He then looked down to Roche.

"Well, they have come to relieve several of your priests, get them to their mounts and to the men ASAP." replied Kurn. If the medical team looked back into the hallway, they would see a pair of Wolf Priests riding past at great speed, astride their Thunderwolves. The Ogryn put the Lord General down on a medical table and Beneiil ripped his shirt open.

"That was one of my best tops, dammit." Coughed the Lord.

"Well, it doesn't look especially serious." said Beneiil.