Chaos. That corrupting force, is the root of many heresy, and can defile the most noblest of those in the Imperium.
Artemis stood up from the medicae bed, cringing from the sharp pain in his chest from the servitor attacks. He will have have to attend to his wounds later. If there is a possible taint of Chaos on the ship, the apothecary cannot waste worrying about his own weaknesses.
Let us hope not, Sister, for if that is the case, Emperor save us all.
Heltz and I had an interesting conversation. Tell me, what you can of the engineers who were supposed to be monitoring these heretical servitors, and the incarcerated new crewman, Bennex?