Therus stalked through the depths of vast interstellar vessel, taking note of each turn he made through the labyrinthine passages in the ship so as not to become lost. As usual (for him at least) every 20 paces or so he threw a glance over his shoulder, and tapped his side were his bayonet, pistols, and respirator were stored to make sure that no one was following and if someone was he was ready to deal with them.