Squad Fury
" Look helmsman, if this top secret operation was at your pay grade, you would have bloody well been told about it, by me. But since it's not, you saw nothing, NOTHING! Especially if Fury asks."
Resuming the walk with one step before some ridiculous Scottish claptrap erupted behind him.
" For the love of Slannesh's inappropriate touching tentacles, I swear if it's not one thing it's another. What are you doing, not putting together that sweat ass crisis suit I suplexed, and being here, which is not the vehicle bay? And for your information, we are taking this WINK ryncol WINK, over to the pizza barge, to pay for pizza."
And with that there was one more step before Fury so rudely interrupted the walk from getting any further.
"Hey, don't talk to my friend... krogan that way. I don't talk to your friends like that, mostly because you don't have those, but I probably wouldn't if you did. I mean I talk that way to your superiors, and of course everyone we need to deal with, but that's part of my charm. And for your information, I am trying to get him off the ship, with the WINK ryncol WINK, but everyone questions me like I'm a dangerous lunatic."
With a surge of psychic power Corvus ripped open a gate linking Marv's ship and the Arastozka, before hurling the engine directly through it, hoping the lessened distance made it so no daemon incursion happened on either side, or at the very least fun daemons, like nurglings, not scary ones like greater ones ripping through the walls.
" I didn't want to do that, but no, everyone questions Corvus, and now I've done something dangerous and unpredictable, like always instead of being semi-responsible. Hopefully this whole thing pays off in dividends, which means you won't have a grip on the vacation funds."