Chaplain Aleros kept his gaze on the metal ceiling above. Awaiting the repercussions of Zethidis' reckless actions in the moments prior. There was to be none, the scratching and scampering above began to recede down the hall behind them and the right most. 
[b]"Deimos, did you get a read on them?"[/b] The Chaplains voice crackled over the vox. He took a few steps back, regarding the Legionnaire before him. Watching him for a few seconds before turning his back and making his way towards the warped corridor, approaching the Red Wolfs back. A growl echoed across his vox, one that could only be described as that of a wolf.
[b]"Brother Rand, is everything alright?"[/b] He spoke as he approached. 

Taking up position behind the Red Wolf, the chaplain held his Crozius Arcanum at the ready, crackling with energy as it danced around the mauls head. Should the need arise, he would be able to strike with it. The corridor appeared even more warped from his position, surely this was the doing of the warp, twisting the metal. Where the warp was, heretics and chaos followed. For Alaros this was a chance to prove his worth. To wage his own crusade against the forces of the warp should they reside within the space hulk.
[b]"This trial will test our faith, prove yourself worthy in the glory of the Emperor and we shall succeed. For the Emperor protects."[/b] His voice echoed across the vox comms as he followed the Red Wolf into the darkness.