Captain: Inquisitor Drogan, we need to get you off planet before we're overrun by Orks.
Drogan: We're exposed to the unshielded Power Source . . . In the generator room, I saw it! You held raw energy from the Warp. How are you still alive?
Man 1: The Power Source conducts warp energies?
Man 2: The stuff of Chaos! Heresy.
Drogan: My work against the Xenos has the Imperium's blessing.
Captain: Can your blessed work help us against the Orks?
Drogan: My research is of the utmost secrecy. The Imperium forbids its use without sanction
Captain: Consider that your Imperial sanction.
Drogan: Very well. The Power Source fuels an experimental weapon at my research facility, the Psychic Scourge. It could destroy the Orks.
Man 1: You didn't think to bring up this scourge weapon before?
Drogan: The Psychic Scourge has never been test-fired, Sergeant. If it malfunctions, it could crack this planet in half.
Captain: We are out of options. We fire the weapon and take our chances.
Drogan: The Psychic Scourge is at the Kalkys facility, my research laboratories. It is a fair distance. We will need transportation. Captain, we aren't far from the plaza where Lieutenant Mira was headed, the Imperial Guard rally point.
Captain: They will have Valkyries. We can fly to the research facility. Let's find this Imperial Guard outpost.
Man 2: Inquisitor Drogan is alive.
Man 3: I can't believe we survived that!
Captain: Inquisitor, your wound is slowing us down.
Drogan: I can manage.
Captain: Brothers, take him to the Valkyries. I will draw the Orks off and meet you there.
Drogan: Give the Power Source to the Sergeant, then, Captain.
Captain: No, Drogan. The Ork chieftain wanted the Power Source. When his Orks see I possess it, not you, they will follow me. Move out.