Ben listened to the Inquisitor's orders. Easy enough. Orders were easy. And then, he waited. He wasn't entirely sure what was on the other side of the door of Eldritch Horror. Ben prepared himself to go second, when the Psyker reached up, and turned off her mic. Ben felt a sickness creep into his stomach as she spoke, and he felt the atmosphere around him. 

Stukov was praying and was being polite about it. Ben would not. He turned and addressed the Psyker. "[color=aba000]No. No. We have orders.[/color]" Ben pointed at Stukov and himself. "[color=aba000]You know what happens to guys like us, who ignore orders? We die. The inquisitor knows things, and I haven't died yet working for him, so I'm not going to start questioning the things he knows yet. You,[/color]" Ben accented this by pointing "[color=aba000]Seem to play a lot of this by ear, and I'm not putting my life in the hands of someone who is too hot behind the collar to wait.[/color]" Ben continued his attack. "[color=aba000]And there are powers at play here. I can't feel them like you, I don't know them like him. But I know that there is power here. And you don't seem to have the best control right now. You couldn't tell when the Inquisitor was in immediate danger earlier, and you dropped him 10 feet in the Emperor damned air. If the Veil is really thin here, you could deposit me in a wall, for all I know.[/color]" Ben looked at Stukov. "[color=aba000]Entertain this farce if you want, Armsman. But if you two do something that is going to get me killed. I will shoot both of you. I am not dying alone on this fucking planet.[/color]"

Ben blew air out his nose loudly, signalling he was done. He looked at the Psyker, and Stukov, and then he turned and followed the Inquisitor. He didn't hate them, he enjoyed them both enough. He had learned as a NCO sometimes there was no good cop. It was all bad cop. And if that's what it took to get them forward, and possibly save their lives for now, then so be it. He would rather someone sleep angry at him, than someone sleep 6 feet in the ground. 

Ben walked slowly, staring at the back of the inquisitor. His plasma pistol in his hand, emitting the ever present hum and faint heat. Ben was ten steps in when he heard the first whisper. "[i]Seeeeerrrrgeaaaant...[/i]" it cooed to him, purring gently. "[i]We can make you whole again....[/i]" If there was ever a word to describe Ben though, it was willful. He had fought for 5 years in hell, suffering horrific wounds, and never giving up the will to live. He focused on something inside of him, internal. Rage. He was already angry at Adrianne's complete disregard for their safety. Not everyone could teleport without repercussions. Some people had to suffer consequences. Grunts like him and Stukov. Ben thought of Orks. He thought of friends killed in the war, he thought of his relatives being butchered and enslaved, and his home on fire. Ben felt fury, as he walked, ignoring the whispers that promised new limbs. The whispers that promised the power to kill a thousand orks. The power to see his family again. Tears ran down his face from his real eye, the sadness and rage boiling to a point where he almost fired his pistol at a statue. But he controlled it. He swallowed the pleasant idea down deep inside of him painfully. 

And Ben walked forward as ordered, visibly angry, and breathing loudly through his nose.