I regained consciousness relatively quickly onboard the Caledonia. I had thought this time, death would have surely taken me. I had seen the spectre, felt its ghaslty presence on my person. Somehow it felt familiar, as if I had come close to meeting it many times before. Something tangible but only just at the edge of my realization. My thoughts came back, not like a flood or a breathe of fresh air, but a bullet being placed in the chamber. I opened my eyes to see that I was not placed in the medicae, but I was on a small cot on the floor, with Selencia's back turned to me and Emmaline on her knees beside me, her hand holding mine. I decided I had become injured far too often as of late, but when my eyes saw my lover, I became aware that I was once again, simply glad it had not been her. 

"Inquisitor," Lazarus stated in a formal greeting, but I could tell the old codger was as happy to see me as I was, him. 

Selencia turned around as Emmaline blinked and looked down at my face. I could tell by her eyes there was a modicum of guilt, but our minds brushed for an instant and I bade her leave those thoughts. Instead, I attempted to sit up, only for Selencia to hold me down with a firm hand, ready to scold me. Begrudgingly, I did so, but that did not mean I would be coddled. 

"Report," I said simply, some of my old strength returning. 

Emmaline reverted to business quickly. "[i]The Even Chance[/i] has been subdued. All men and women aboard are being rounded up as we speak. The Caledonia breached and boarded its stern." She said, her eyes barely flickering as she recited the words, as if she held a mental notepad in her mind. "Small pockets of resistance are still holding out aboard, but we are culling them as we speak. The men of the Caledonia have been reinforced with some of [i]Even Chance[/i]'s men who were kept in the dark, as well as Lucius."

"Clara?" I inquired. 

"Better off than you." She remarked with a small smile. 

I pondered the predicament. The Inquisitor Vorn was well connected. It would behoove us to retrieve any documents we might find aboard his vessel. Yet, he had summoned daemons, had entertained a heretic astartes, and had broken bread with a devious drukhari. His men were corrupted, and though there was doubtless more than a few of the lower crew that were innocent, they would have to be cordoned off and purified. I briefly ran the previous few months through my head, and felt satisfied that Vorn was the root of this ruinous cell. As Selencia placed a needle in my arm, my eyes went from Emmaline to Lazarus. 

"Find what innocents of their crew that you can. But do not look for more than a few hours. Pull the men back, and sabotage the [i]Even Chance[/i]'s batteries and warp capabilities. Once we are at a safe distant, have Urien obliterate the ship with enough ordnance that their souls go screaming into the maws of their Gods they are so devoted to. I intend to be on the deck when we do." 

My team did so, and Selencia did her duty. By the time the fighting had stopped, I had been granted full leave to stand, albeit with limited permission to run or turn quickly. With Lazarus's help, I made it to the Bridge of the Caledonia as Urien and the others gathered. The fuedal worlder sported a few more scars and fresh bandaged, but otherwise he was as fearsome as ever. Emmaline wore her bodyglove and jacket, her needle pistol reacquired on her person. Lucious Raj was even there, filling out a three meter wide space between the cogitators and the warp display. As I approached, he chuckled, his baritone voice shuddering beneath his visor. 

"I hear you and your lady had more action than I did, Inquisitor. I had been waiting to face one of my little brothers, but you slew him before I could get there. Impressive." The Thunder Warrior confessed. "Perhaps an 'astartes' is not as formidable as I have been lead to believe." 

"Unfortunately, I am certain you will eventually learn." I replied back to him. While this investigation was now over, I had no doubt in my mind that sooner rather than later, we would again be in a situation of similar dangers. 

"Captain! Lance batteries and macrocannons primed!" The Master Helmsman's aide called, and Urien looked to me for confirmation. Without hesitating, I gave it. Thousands of tons of ordnance and great beams of concentrated energy cut through the crippled ship, bisecting it to split in half like a cracked walnut, and even as we watched on the holomonitor above us, it broke into further pieces, silently drifting apart into the endless void of space.