Chaplain Aleros watched, remaining in his position by the drop pod door as he watched the small pict screen appearing before the servo skull with information on each hallway, as he did so he took note of his combat brothers, turning to petty insults of one another. These would be those that he would have to trust to protect him and in turn him to protect them. May the Emperor have mercy.
[b]"Chaos... Brothers us let us cleanse this taint."[/b] He spoke through his vox caster, as he looked at the left most corridor. It seemed the Red Wolf was already heading in that direction, he began making his own way there, the servos in his armour creating the low noise only the servos of power armour could make as he made each step. He stopped mid-stride when he heard the scratching and movement above. Without warning, bolter fire erupted in the room, the sound of each shot echoing throughout the room and hull. 

[b]"Brother, stay your hand! Lest you bring this room crashing upon us... In the Emperors name, calm yourself!"[/b] Aleros bellowed as he spun round on the Legionnaire of the Damned, approaching him as he fired into the ceiling, not even looking at where he aimed. Such recklessness.
[b]"Are all of your chapter so reckless. As to fire first without seeing your quarry! Everything in this damned space hulk will know of our presence!"[/b] He shouted more as he closed in on the Legionnaire, reaching out, Aleros grabbed the marines bolter.
[b]"Cease your fire"[/b] He spoke plainly now, anger still present in his voice at such a display but more controlled, his gaze fell onto the marine. One skull helm looking into another.
[b]"Remain vigilant, wait until we know what is above"[/b] He spoke once more as his gaze rose silently to the ceiling. His Storm bolter raised and ready. Overwatch.