Inquisition - The Divine Slaughterer

Inquisitorial Meeting

THE FOLLOWING FILES HAVE BEEN CLASSIFIED 'TOP SECRET' BY ORDER OF HIS MOST HOLY INQUISITION

!!ANY NON-AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ACCESSING THIS FILE WILL BE IMMEDIATELY TERMINATED!!

Location: UNKNOWN (CLASSIFIED)

Date: M42.001

Individual: Sterak Hudrake

Rank: Interrogator (ORDO-XENOS)

20 years! For 20 years I have served my inquisitor as his interrogator, for 20 years I have loyally served the might of the inquisition and his most holiness. For 20 years, I have seen the most abhorrent mutants and xeno's filth, looked past their honeyed words, and saw the true horror they wished upon humanity. In 20 years of seeing the worst this galaxy had to show me, I had never thought I'd see so many high and veteran inquisitors and lords in one place – but above all, for them all to seem so AFRAID. In the span of 1 hour, my whole idea of this Imperium has gone up in smoke.

Time: 1:37

Location: Maruukus (Segmentuam Solar)

The interrogation and been completed, nothing too serious merely the beginning of a gene-stealer cult beginning to form in the lower levels of the Under-Hive, nothing serious or frankly new to really talk about. The interrogated was a 2nd generation cultist, which thanks to a mutation from the toxic chemicals of the area that had been flushed in due to poor maintenance by overreaching pipes caused the emergence of the 3rd generation head ridge to be produced early. The interrogation was short, about half an hour before he confessed to being drawn to an underground unused train station where dozens of other cultists gathered to marvel at a 4-armed xenos who began to reveal images of the hive mind and its coming arrival. I somewhat sigh from the mundanity and common occurrences of these cults recently – however, I forget I'm being watched and need not be a psyker to know inquisitor Mathew looks at me with annoyance with my lack of discipline and boredom. I'm quick to straighten myself up before tanking the cultist for his co-operation, before granting him the Emperor's Mercy with the inquisitor's bolt gun he so graciously handed. One shot through the head was all it took, leaving a bloodiest fountain of brain matter and fluids to paint the wall and floor, but I pay it no attention as I make my way to the door – simply another practice we interrogators must endure.

"This isn't some kind of game, I hope you realize that", spat the inquisitor as we made our way back to our ship, reprimanding me for my behavior in the interrogation room.

"This isn't a game – our sacred task set to us by the emperor is to weed the corruption of the xenos, the heretic and mutant, I thought you learned that" he angrily replied.

"Forgive me, my lord, I was careless but on the positive, we have located the gene-stealer and the PDF has already been sent in prepared so it all worked out" I hastily replied.

The walk to the ship is silent the whole way, with him continuing his angered look forward. About 10 minutes more pass before we reach our inquisitorial vessel. A Cobra-class destroyer dubbed the 'Eagle's Talon', the ship had already been prepared for our arrival I was quick to make it aboard- as I believed distancing myself from Matthew would help my unprofessionalism pass. I'm quick to make it to my quarters where as usual, I fall back into my bed, awaiting the dreamless sleep to take me. As is usual, the moment my head hits my pillow I could almost feel the weight of my duty be pushed down on me – causing me to sink before I finally give in and sleep.

Time: 2:47

Location: Unknown

The ship halts jolting me awake, My eyes are still painfully trying to pry themselves open as I begin to notice a dark purple and red shifting light from outside the void. I wander closer to the window and I wish I could say what I was seeing was fake, but I knew already what it was.