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Persephone followed Saul's instructions, slipping into the bulky environmental armor and managing to find somewhere to stash most of her weapons. Still, she had to take a moment to steady herself before she slipped on the helmet, and leaned back against the wall to give her eyes some much-needed time to adjust.

After a minute or so, she eased her vision back into focus, making sure everything still appeared to be working-- which, thankfully, it was. As per the usual, she had to be a little careful focusing and zooming, but the design of this helmet made it a little easier than the rebreather had.

"Alright," she said making her way back over to Saul. "I guess I'm ready whenever you are... But why in the world are we being pulled in anyway? Gargantua's supposed to be neutral, isn't it?" She paused. "Actually, I had no idea people actually lived on it... Unless, of course, the tractor beam is a computerized response from one of the auto-pilots that somehow hasn't been overridden and assimilated by the sheer force of collision with something this massive..."

She shifted her weight slightly, glancing out the window towards the Space Hulk in question. It was a hodge-podge of parts-- she could pick out the thrusters from a stealth craft, the engines of a battleship, what appeared to be a chunk of the hull of a freighter...

"How does it stay together," she wondered out loud. "There's no way all of these ships collided at fast enough speeds to weld together... Some of them look so old, I doubt they could even breach light speed."

Persephone eased forward slightly, laying a hand on Saul's shoulder as he divulged his plan to her.

"Saul," she said calmly, speaking his name to grab his attention. "I know you don't like this guy, and the intel we have on him just doesn't add up... I don't trust him either... But has he really done anything that's worth murdering him for? I know I'm not one to talk about sparing people's lives, but sometimes there's more to a situation than what we can see from the outside... And besides, we might need him... Especially if there's a chance that the records of life on board this hulk could be wrong... And I think both of us know that the odds don't seem to like working in our favor."

Her hand slid almost absently down his arm, coming to rest a few inches above his wrist, and she stopped for a moment and looked at it, almost seeming to wonder if she should go any further. She chose to stay there, however, and continued, "He embarrassed you... I get that. The Gods only know that I've certainly poisoned people for a lot less than that... And he's a Rebel, which makes him... Well, it makes him your enemy. I get that too... I mean, come on, I wanted to kill Guy when you sent me out to meet him, and I hadn't even met him yet. But you have to stop and think about this... I mean, sure, our situation is... A little different... But I'm about as anti-Empire as they come, and you and I get along... And sure, all the intel we have on this guy says he's supposed to be dead, but for all I know, that could be Command trying to fool us. Command strictly forbids us from working with other saboteurs, or from even seeing their files or knowing who they are... It's a preventative measure designed to keep us from ratting each other out, if we should get captured and find that our morale should crack."

She was mostly speculating at this point, she knew, and was certain Saul knew it too, but he seemed to still be listening, so she supposed that was a good sign... If nothing else, he still seemed to have enough faith in her that she was at least worth listening to.

"Look, we're going to have enough to worry about once we get to Vorg just trying to keep ourselves alive, I'm sure... And dealing with Fate, too. Rather than waste out energy on this guy, why don't we just let him tag along, and whatever happens happens? If he lives, he lives... We'll worry about it later." She let her hand fall away, her fingers ghosting across his palm for a split-second before they were back at her side once more. "I love you, I hope you know that... And I don't want this to tear us apart. If you really want him dead, I'll help you, but I just want you to try to think about the alternatives."

She shifted again and turned away, taking a few steps towards what would eventually be their exit from the ship. Part of her was honestly surprised that she had made it through that whole spiel without him interrupting her... And that same part of her was currently making her stomach do a series of nervous somersaults over the way she had chosen to end the one-sided conversation.

Love? Why the hell had she said that?

...Because that was what it was, of course, she reminded herself. As much and as often as she had initially tried to deny it, she was head-over-heels in love with him... And that was the most frustrating part of this.

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Saul listened to her talk, stunned by what he heard. She actually loved him? This would take time to sort out...

"I...This is a bit much to process right now. We'll talk first thing after this is over. You have my word I will not kill thus man unless it proves to be absolutely necessary."

They felt a slight thud as the ship settled in an abandoned hanger bay, the style and build of it suggested a centuries old Imperial fighter carrier. He saw another ship at the far end of the hanger, and his guts turned to ice....

He swore harshly, and went charging for the door release hatch.

"Make sure your helmet is one, we have to get over there! That's Guy's shuttle!"

She sealed her helmet on, and he opened the hatch, sprinting as fast as his new legs would carry him, which was impressively fast, reaching the shuttle in record time.

Scorch marks covered the hull, and severe damage showed through the thick armor of the shuttle in places. He entered the ship, the hatch had been left open and the ramp down....

He found five heavy flame troopers, all of them butchered and torn to pieces. None of them had even gotten a shot off, their weapons still showed as fully charged. He checked the bodies, but none of them was Guy....

"Something's off here...We have to find Guy, he could be in trouble."

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...all I have is revenge.

Duncan's ship was being pulled by the tractor beam into the massive hulk, and from what he saw, he was pulled into the same hangar as the other ship saul was on. Once inside, he docked the ship properly, thought had a protocol program run on standby that would instantly put the ship into start up at his cue. Walking to the ramp, he pressurized his armor before opening the hatch. Walking out, he looked around, and saw Saul and persephone running. He took off at a sprint, he was on the other far side of the hangar, but as he ran, he caught up to saul at the other ship the same time persephone did, even though he docked after they did.

Arriving at the ship with them in his black environmental armor, he looked to the flame troopers whom had been killed as if with ease. He stepped forward, observing the scene, kneeling down. They were in pieces, some parts of the bodies were not even recognizable. Looking around, he saw no evidence of hull damage from interior weapon fire, their hadn't been a struggle of any kind, enforced by the fully charged nature of the weapons that layed there. The weapons were still there, perfectly useful, and they were left. Looking to the positon of the bodies, he saw no sign of having been killed in formation, they they fell as they stood, unprepared. He stood up and looked to the two.

"This is ominous, what could have possibly taken down 5 flame troopers with such ease and caught them unaware. they weren't even in defense formation, and theres no weapons fire damage inside here, and the weapons were left behind, perfectly good and full ammo, but left. Apparently whom ever did this has a weapon set much more superior to disregard them, or had the skill to not feel the need." he spoke out. He knew the feeling, he himself would never use a gun, despite he had training and skill enough to hit a target with a gun, he was a swordsman through and through.

Looking to saul, he extended his left hand to him, holding a gun, giving it to him. "I told you I'd replace it. It's a death hammer laser pistol. They stopped making these forty years ago due to a ban set by the Empire, as the weapon became commercially available rather than military specific. It has a unique system of energy management which makes the best use of ammunition, shooting more powerfully than a normal laser pistol, with a higher round capacity per ammunition pack. It's Illegal for anyone other than military personnel to own one. And the number of these is limited and dwindling, so don't lose it or break it, I'm not giving you my other one to replace it if you do." He told him, handing him the weapon. "So, plan of action?"

Persephone nodded calmly, shifting her focus to the mangled corpses on the ground as Saul spoke. She didn't know what sort of monster could cause this much damage to a body-- even the lowliest scumbags she had ever worked with had had more decency than this. She supposed that ruled out a human attacker, and most alien races wouldn't do this either... She supposed that for now, all she could really do was chalk this up to the work of some highly dangerous predator of unknown origin and pray that they never met one of the things themselves.

As Saul finished announcing the game plan, she shifted her gaze once again, glancing around the area cautiously.

"Whatever this thing is that killed these men, it's highly dangerous," she agreed. "We can't afford to risk letting it find us." She looked directly at Saul as she continued, "It would seem that speed and stealth are going to be our greatest assets." She decided at the last minute to leave the statement unfinished, but she was fairly certain he would know what she was thinking: And I happen to be skilled in both.