It is dark and damp inside this chamber of the starship Terminus Est, the very air seems to be buzzing with flies and other clouds of winged Nurglite daemons. It reeks of rusted metal, rotting flesh and something festering. A large shape moves in the dark, drawing your attention to the opposite end of the room. Two gleaming red eye lenses peek from the shroud of darkness, and move towards you. A vast shape, clad in stained-green terminator armour, with a pale helm emerges, flies buzzing and dancing around and in and out of his armour. After a moment, this figure speaks. “Ah, it is you…”