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Purgatory’s Shadow
Prologue
Exordium
When the evil emerges It will be hidden by the light of fire
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+++Inquisitorial Records.+++
+++Level Ebony Clearance.+++
+++52 Years ago +++
+++On The Arctic Planet Of Kylle+++
Captain Lykran watched in horror as Both the child and Syakotus fell
to their deaths in the coldness of the icy water. He watch how the
Crimson Fist Captain Syakotus kept a firm grip hugging the child
close to his chest until both were fully consumed by the icy water.
He then looked up to see the Emperors Children slowly emerge from
the tree line. It was also at that moment he saw or rather witnessed
something amazing his attention was drawn by more bolter fire
chatting from within the woods Lykran watched in amazement The
Emperors Children fell to their deaths the onslaught was quick and
without remorse and over within seconds, all had been slain. Then he
watched a hooded figure emerged from the tree line. The warrior
looked like an Astartes himself with a cloak covering the centre of
his body, and a hood covering his face. Yet the ceramite of his legs
and arms were coloured black and decorated with flames and human
bones pasted to the front of his legs.
One thing Lykran did notice was for a fleeting moment he saw the
warriors eyes glow yellow, and then the warrior bowed his head in
acknowledgement of the Deathwatch Captain.
Lykran returned the favour watching the warrior watching him
clenching some kind of staff in his hand.
The Gun Cutter began to rise up from the lake and into the gentle
snow falling sky yet Lykran kept his gaze on the strange hooded
figure for as long as he could.
“Who or what was that.” Asked Merrik.
Lykran didn’t answer keeping his gaze on the now distant woods until
he had to close the hatch once the Cutter entered higher orbit of
Kylle moments before its main thrusters opened up.
Segeant Ivan of the Ultramarines approached both Lykran and the
Karskin sergeant Merrik.
"I've seen them before. They come and kill the Imperial enemies then
as quickly as they arrived they disappear leaving no trace. And
that'll explain the unusual fusion trail." Ivan explained to the
Karskin.
"Consider yourself lucky today that you lived to witness them." Ivan
finished.
Lykran entered the cockpit of the Gun Cutter. “We need to go to New
Ryans World before we go anywhere else.”
Lorian looked up. “Why there.”
“Because what I have witnessed today must be told to Chapter Master
Pedro Kantor himself. For the deed of Syakotus has proved his
loyalty and has earned him his forgiveness and brought honour to the
Crimson Fists.” Lykran explained with a stern tone to his voice.
“Jefferson set course for Kylle.”
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+++52 Years Ago+++
+++Black Legion Aboard Ancient Hulk Exordium+++
“We are about to engage a Grey Knight fleet my lord.” Ectar
announced looking up from his console.
“They have not detected us either, hmmm perhaps there is some sort
of psychic shield built within the bulkheads of the Exordium my
Lord.” Arumik explained, while watching the enormous fleet begin to
come into view.
Kraken stood from his seat with one leg bent forward glimpsing the
fleet they approached. A smile spread across his face with the
wonders of power at his command.
“You do realise we can cloak this vessel don’t you Lord Kraken.”
Jovik sniggered entering the bridge bathed in the low blue light lit
up some of the shadows.
Lord Kraken stared endlessly out of the gigantic window looking on
the Grey Knight fleet drifting above the planet Kytunious 9x3.
“Go to cloak Ectar. Jovik prepare the forward cannons. We can
destroy them before they even know what will hit them.” Kraken
laughed and he laughed loudly, his laughter was then echoed by his
bridge crew laughing with him.+++++++
+++52 Years ago +++
+++On the arctic Planet Of Kylle+++
Rex the white Husky slowly walked across the iced lake sniffing each
step he took until he reached the centre his fury white coat covered
in a layer of snow from the gentle fall of flakes drifting down
peacefully hovering before landing.
There he looked into a clear ice window and looked down to see both
Syakotus and Anuska at peace and huddled together.
The distant sound of Howling echoed from the woods behind him. He
looked to see five wolves appear from the trees all howling to him.
He howled back and took one last look at Syakotus and Anuska through
the clear ice window, and then turned towards the wolves and entered
the woods with them.++++++++
Two Years ago
Sector Delphus 0.9.0.1.0.9
Captain Calicus stood on the bridge of his ship at his stand above
his bridge crew of Naval officers and Servitors. Down below were the
two adaptus Mechanicus serfs plugged into the Ave Dementia talking
to the machine spirit easing it with some kind of Ommnissar
prayer’s. Commander Dorson occasionally looked up from his console
to check the crew were working their systems correctly. Calicus
rubbed his chin easing his fingers through his stubble looking
across the darkly lit bridge himself. Two days he’d been patrolling
the Boras Borders logging comets and other small activities not
worthy of his experience.
Calicus looked down at the soft chime of his Vox channel beeping
breaking the silence of the bridge. It was his Navigator.
“Captain you should know I have heard an echo.”
Calicus looked down at the consol and picked up the private Vox
channel holder.
“What do you mean Duvvon.” He said.
But before Duvvon could reply a light lit up the darkness of the
bridge forcing Calicus and his crew to momentarily shield their
eyes.
“I believe my echo has been revealed.” Duvvon finished.
Calicus looked up at the large window which looked out across the
stars, he stood surprised to witness what appeared to be a tear in
the very fabric of Space. It was times like this Calicus remembered
why he hated those that could look upon the warp.
“Captain The Holy Diablo has reported another vessel signature.”
Dorson said looking up at the tear for himself.
The crew watched a tear become a large hole opening up with a more
intense light becoming brighter and then darker followed by a strike
of lightening emerge and hit the side of the holy Diablo across the
port side.
“What the hell is that abomination.” Commander Dorson muttered
allowed.
“Send a signal to the main fleet. Tell them we’re going to need
assistance with immediate effect.” Calicus ordered looking across at
his Com officer.
The Comm. officer looked up from his consol with a face whiter than
paper and lips as grey as stone.
“Sir I can’t get a long ranged signal.” He said barely able to hide
the shake in his voice.
Calicus looked down at the young ensign and back at the view before
them.
“Launch a buoy distress.” He then said still watching the tear
outside.
“Man At arms ready forward batteries and have shield capability at
one hundred percent.”
“I sir.” Came the stoic reply.
Looking on at the large Hulk that drifted slowly from the hole
towards his frigate the Ave Dementia.
The sheer size was admirable if anything and the sight also filled
Calicus’s stomach with a tingle of fear. He bit the effort to vomit
down. After all he was ship Captain and should not show his fear
before his subordinates, despite the tears of sweat appear at his
forehead.
“Captain you should begin a withdrawal.” Duvvon suddenly spoke out
through the vox line.
“Begin a reversal of our main engines. But move us back slowly lets
not antagonise that bastard. Just in case.” Calicus took a deep
gulp.
“We’re certainly in no state to take that thing on.” Dorson added.
Calicus nodded and turned to the con officer.
“Mr Roddle will you take the wheel and steer us slowly on a vector
back to a safe setting.” Dorson said softly.
“I, I sir.”
Another streak of lighten emerged from the large hole and slammed
across the bow of the Holy Diablo again, only this time the strike
ripped the Holy Diablos hull apart and creating a burst of flames
which began back drafting their way to the inner levels of the
vessel. Calicus and Dorson with most of the Bridge crew watched in
horror their fellow frigate and crew ripped apart and disintegrated
across the darkness, leaving only smouldering chunks of metal and
bulkheads to drift endlessly.
“Report.” Calicus ordered looking down at his adepts below his stand
after witnessing the event.
“Sir the Rebound she’s breached I’ve received reports of explosions
all across her decks. Commander Elliot claims the bridge is in
flames and they cannot maintain control.”
“She’s dead in space boy.” Dorson bellowed out while they watched
two more streaks of lightening emerge from the hole and disintegrate
the Rebound in a ball of flames.
“Sir.” Another of the crew called out.
“Yes girl what is it.” Calicus replied.
“Look sir look.” The young female ensign bellowed across the bridge.
The Captain watched the vessel fully form in the known darkness that
surrounded them and watched in sheer horror as the vessel looked to
be turning to face his frigate. Followed by three other ships. Then
he realised the other three were attacking the larger hulk, firing
forward cannons and missiles into the thing. He looked on to see the
three attacking vessels were not Imperial nor Xenos but more the
mark of fear. The ships seemed to be coloured blue with streaks of
lightening pasted to their hulls. And with that he noticed the Bat
wing shaped icons across their fronts. Suddenly the larger vessel
broke free from the tear and turned towards the Ave Dementia.
“Open fire on that thing before it takes us out.” Suddenly Calicus
was thrown from his feet from a shock that had rocked the Ave
Dementia throwing himself and his crew to the floor. A Second later
the Bridge ignited in an array of flames dancing across the floor.
Followed by bouts of smoke and falling pipes from over head.
Calicus rose back to his feet.
“Open fire.” He bellowed above the screeching of the alarms.
A second shockwave through the crew from their feet followed by more
of the ceiling crashing down onto the bridge crew. Calicus watched
as a large pipe came down and pierce its way through Commander
Dorson’s stomach and burst out of his back with a piece of his
spine.
“Dammit get us out of here.” Calicus bellowed without thinking to
hide the fear in his tone.
At that moment he then looked out and read the word on the side of
the Moving Space Hulk.
“Oh my holy Emperor save us.” He muttered, moments before a final
strike of lightening took his ship the Ave Dementia apart, leaving
the one word etched on his retinas before he died with the final
explosion. That word was Exordium.
Three Months Ago
Secundas Prime Of The Scintillian Sector
Four tall hooded figures covered by black sackcloth cloaks walked
slowly through the long halls of the main Cathedral followed by tall
shadows that hung behind from the bright light outside shining
through the windows. The four were covered from head to foot their
faces hidden from the shadows of their hoods, the cloaks drooped
down to their feet with a slight trail from the rear as they slowly
walked. The hall was long with large tall pillars reaching up to the
tall arched ceiling above. The floor was made from a light cream
marble. Across each side large arched windows let in the light that
beamed across the floor. Each of the windows had a mosaic of angels
and saint’s decorated across the glass.
The cloaked stranger that led the group passed each window looking
on with a disinterest until he reached the far end of the long and
narrow hallway. Two large metal doors lay open leading into a larger
more dense hall filled with balcony’s and row up on row of book
shelves. The doors had Librarium Secundas written across the sides
The leader entered and stepped onto a golden coloured lift that took
him and his three companions up to the highest balcony. Once at the
top they exited the lift and slowly walked in unison to the far end.
The leader was interested in the history section. Once there he
stopped and glanced at the dust covered folded charts. He reached
for one with his hand reveal a dark red armoured fist, and pulled
the thick roll from the shelf. He turned to a table by the banister
and laid the roll in the centre then opened it out spreading the
star chart across the table He bent forwards to blow the dust away
then looked closely at the chart leaving both his dark red armoured
hands pressed down on the edges of the chart.
From behind the four a small man appeared dressed in a green silk
gown with a face of mature years. He adjusted the specs over his
eyes to look at the four cloaked strangers.
In return he felt their eyes looking back at him with faces hidden
under their black hoods.
“Can I be of assistance to you gentlemen?” The man asked.
“We don’t usually get your types in here.” He furthered the
conversation by adjusting his glasses again and wiping the brow of
his puffed out face.
“We have found what it is we are looking for. Your assistance is not
required.” The leader replied in an emotionless voice.
“You do realise you cannot remove any of the charts from the
Librarium Secundas don’t you.” The adept explained.
“Because of their age they tend to be delicate and its ruled they
are to remain within these walls.”
“I’m afraid to say we’ll be taking this particular chart with us
it’s important in aiding ourselves to a place in that particular
region.” The leader replied.
“What? No, no you cannot remove the charts from here. They are far
too old to be allowed to leave the Librarium Secundas let alone off
world.” The adept stopped and thought for a second.
The leader turned away from the shelf to look down from the balcony;
they were rather high and close to the arched ceiling. He moved back
from the edge and began to pass the adept followed by his three
companions.
“I say again you cannot remove the workings from this Librarium. You
may only glimpse it within this domain.” The adept said again, while
wiping his chubby cheeks.
The leader stopped and turned back to the tubby man so as he could
lean forwards and did so, forcing the Adept to back off slightly as
he placed his hooded face into the adepts. The chubby adept went
white once he caught a glimpse of the tall mans face of pale flesh
with blood shot eyes.
“I will say this only once little man. This chart is to accompany
us. You will not halt our departure. Accept my word we will slay any
who oppose us and This I give my word by the name of the Emperor.”
The leader said through gritted teeth.
The Adept squeamed at the voice that spoke to him. But also knew
that theft was theft. So with due effect he removed a small
communicator from his silk robe.
“Security to lock 22567 Alpha C. We have a thief and associates
trying to remove a book from our history workings.” The adept said
speaking through the small com box.
The Leader reached a hand out and grabbed the fat little man by the
neck and yanked him from his feet. He then continued to lift him
above the balcony. The adept began to thrash his small legs about.
“Wha…t are you doing. This is treachery.” He mumbled through the
tight grip.
The leader released his hold of the adept’s neck and watched the fat
little man scream to his death on the marble floor below.
From below an armed guard looked up at the four hooded intruders.
“You there. Stop.”
The four companions ignored the man and began to move off venturing
back to the golden lift and descended to the ground below to be
greeted by armed guards holding Auto pistols out straight and
pointed at their heads.
the four strangers revealed their bolt pistols and their dark red
armoured hands holding them and opened fire on the guards killing
them within seconds. Not one guard had been able to fire a single
shot. The strangers went to exit the Librarium Secundas. Followed by
more Librarium guards in tow who we still firing their guns towards
the Librarium exit.
The leader removed a vox box from beneath his black sackcloth cloak.
“Captain Lyon here. We require teleportation.”
Within the blink of an eye the four cloaked strangers were gone
leaving more guards with auto pistols held out aiming at nothing.
Chapter One
Cometh The Darkness.
At every corner of the known galaxy there is darkness waiting
The question of that darkness is who controls the events to unfold.
The Planet New Bern
Present Day Date 049.955.M41
Inquisitor Ivan McGregor stood on the cliffs looking down at the
green valley below with the wind blowing through him, leaving a
relaxing chill across his face. His long black leather coat flapped
back and fourth with each guzzle, occasionally revealing the Bolt
pistol holstered at his hip. Across the back of his coat the I
symbol had been painted in red with a skull over the centre. And his
long sword hung strapped to the back in its golden scabbard.
McGregor’s hair was short and spiked on top and completely shaven
across the back and sides. His skin was smooth giving him the
appearance of a man in his early forties. Yet his bright blue eyes
told he was much older than forty.
The sky was bright blue with few clouds, and the sun shone high as
though it was a beacon in the light. Behind the Inquisitor stood
Magna attired in a black leather body glove tightly fit to her
perfect body. Two blades lay sheathed in their silver scabbards
across her back. She was bold apart from a long red haired pony tail
tied tightly in a lock at the top her scalp. Her face was that of a
women in her late twenties. Behind her two men stood holding their
combat shotguns one handed barrels facing the floor Both were
attired in long coats black and drooping down to their feet. The one
with short hair Troy was the younger he also wore the symbol of the
Inquisition across his shoulders Tory was an Interrogator. The other
was an ex guard veteran and older Dillon aged in his mid forties.
Behind them stood another warrior armed in camouflaged clothing and
held a long sniper Rifle. The mans name was Lucas he was a sniper
born on Catachan and damned good with a long ranged gun. He wore
green paint across his face with black stripes running down.
McGregor turned to face his companions taking his bolt pistol from
the holster at his hip.
“Lucas take up a spotter position and cover our trail. Shall we.” He
said gesturing to his team.
Lucas took up position behind a group of small rocks and gently
rested his old but reliable long las and peered down the scope.
McGregor led the other three down the cliffs and into the green
fields that lay a head of them. The four walked slowly with the
assassin Magna walking at McGregors side the other two slowly
strolled behind shot gun barrels facing the ground as they walked
with their coats flapping up and down in the wind. After a while
McGregor stopped and took put his scope to glimpse ahead. The
digital reader scanned the area they were headed and revealed
nothing other than small rodents. And a series of tree’s ahead. The
group set off towards the trees and slowly strode through them.
“It’s a good day today Magna.” He said turning slightly towards the
young assassin.
Magna didn’t reply she just smiled as she followed the Inquisitor
through the trees and into the long grass at the other end of the
small woods. The grass was waist high and morphed like an ocean
under the power of the wind. Troy stepped up to the Inquisitors side
once he’d stopped again. The group to a glimpse of five figures
ahead. Troy removed the auspex from his long coat and took a
reading.
Suddenly and without warning a volley of bolter shells flew past the
group forcing them to drop to their knees using the long grass for
cover. Dillon slowly crept forwards holding his shot gun aimed
forwards to attack the first target. Magna the assassin drifted off
out of site from the group within the grass.
“Mercenaries?” Troy questioned.
“Not with that fire power. Bolter rounds plus look at their size.”
McGregor explained while remaining hidden.
“Then Astartes.” Troy grimaced.
McGregor took the hilt of his power sword and switched the energy of
the blade on waiting for the attackers to close in on his position.
Magna was the first to engage the giants. She reappeared from behind
the last both blades drawn leaping high into the air. The blue
armoured warrior turned to acknowledge her turning about with his
bolter. Magna’s foot slammed hard into the bare face of the warrior
knocking his head back. As she came back down Magna brought her
first blade to bare slicing through the blue armoured warriors neck
forcing him to bend forwards from pain she landed both feet down
bringing her second blade about and sliced through the giants neck
decapitating his helmed head from the shoulders. The warriors
headless body dropped to the knees with a fountain of black and red
blood spraying across the grass. Magna disappeared as fast as she’d
appeared.
Both Troy and Dillon rose to height from the grass pausing a moment
to glimpse their attackers. The four remaining warriors were wearing
a dark blue armour with lightening painted across the blue. Two of
them were helmless revealing the sheet white skin and black beady
eyes. The two also had shaven heads apart from the long red haired
ponytails tied at their tops centre.
Dillon was the first to fire three shots burst from his shotgun
leaving a ringing tingle running through his ears from the sound.
The shots impacted across the first ones shoulder forcing his to
stumble back. Troy followed suit and fired at the next hitting him
square on in the chest. The remaining two took aim and fired. But
Troy and Dillon had dropped below the grass again. The first wounded
one took a firm hold of his chain axe and swung it through the grass
knocking Dillon from his feet. The warrior glimpsed his chance and
took the axe with both hands above his head and swung down towards
Dillon. McGregor swung his power sword out blocking the axe from
slaying his companion.
Using all his strength McGregor forced the brute back and plunged
the blade through the warriors face splitting the bare headed giants
skull into two.
Troy rose up and took another shot at the warrior he’d wounded then
dashed through the grass dodging the bolter fire from the other two
Traitor Astartes as he ran. Dropping down to face the downed
Astartes he placed his shot gun into the helmed face and pulled the
trigger back. The warriors helmet split apart and the fleshed head
behind combust into a shower of flesh and bone. Troy turned to
witness another close in to his position bolter aimed at his face.
Thankfully to his relief Magna has also predicted the warriors
movement and snuck up from behind and decapitated him. The remaining
warrior turned his gun on Magna watching as she turned to face him,
he smiled. She knew the same as he did. Her time was up. Magna
closed her eyes and braced for death, she head the shot and waited
for the impact. After a few seconds she realised it wasn’t coming.
Opening her eyes she watched the Traitor Astartes drop face down
with the back of his bare head missing.
“Keep smiling pretty.” Lucas said speaking through the com bead in
her ear. She looked up towards the cliffs and smiled for the sniper.
Troy helped Dillon to his feet and turned to face McGregor.
“Any clue as to who they were.” He asked.
McGregor sheathed his sword switching the power energy off then
holstered his Bolt pistol.
“Yeah by their markings I’d say they were Night Lords. And their
numbers would suggest this was only a mere scouting party. I suggest
we make a swift withdrawal it won’t be long before they’re missed.
And I think its time we called in for some serious back up before
continuing with our Investigation here.” McGregor said.
“I assume we’ve come to a conclusion with our investigation here.”
Troyed asked reloading his shotgun.
McGregor smiled.
He tapped the comm. bead in his ear. “Banda have the cutter pick us
up asap would you.”
The Inquisitor turned back to face the long field ahead.
“I think we can Troy since we’ve discovered a force of Night Lords
here its only fair to say the Exorium won’t be far behind. But its
pointless continuing without further aide.”
“Do you have anyone in mind Inquisitor?” Troy asked.
“Yes I do Admiral Carson whom I believe is still stationed in this
very sector. And I think it’s time we called in Captain Tiberius and
a Deathwatch team.”
Three Days Later. Date 052.955.M41
Orbit Of Planet New Bern
Fleet Admiral Joseph Carson stood alone in his private and luxurious
quarters by his large window, though the lighting in the room was
low leaving barely a dot of bright; he still made out his reflection
looking straight back at himself. In his hand he held a fine glass
of amesac, a delicacy he rather enjoyed. He admired his handsome
features a men of good years yet his face retained his good looks.
He wore his Dark Blue Uniform with pride, and admired his golden
collar and should pads with their red tassels drooping down. His
belt had been fastened tight keeping his muscular features in tact.
The belt was thick and held a holster Plasma Pistol made from a
golden metal.
Hanging from his straight lips balancing lightly was his half smoke
cigar, another luxury he enjoyed, a ranks privilege.
Looking past the reflection Carson stirred endlessly at the planet
New Bern with such curiosity.
New Bern once held a high population and a well fortified station
and planetary defence system. Casrson’s small flotilla had arrived
just over two hours ago by the request of the Inquisition and which
in itself was an order that could not be ignored. What was once the
defence system drifted in fragments destroyed and lifeless. And yet
here he was looking down at the empty globe below. He’d been ordered
to remain hidden by the third moon orbiting New bern until the
arrival of an Inquisitor and told New bern was under investigation
three days ago. Still he waited wondering why this had happened,
there had been no sign of Xenos activity in the area nor had there
been any unusual warp energy logged around the planet.
Carson took another sip of his fine amesac and puffed on his large
cigar, letting the smoke drift across his quarters leaving that
taste and scent of tobacco lingering.
His attention was suddenly broke by the chimes of his Com ringing
disturbing his silence. He took another puff of smoke placed his
glass at his tables edge and answered the Wall mounted Com.
“Speak.” He said.
“Sir the Maelstrom is approaching. We’ve received a communiqué that
Inquisitor McGregor wishes to board the Harbinger. Sir shall I grant
that request.” Came the reply.
“Yes of course. Send my regards and escort the Inquisitor to my
private briefing room would you, once he boards.” Carson explained
then switched the Com off.
He took another puff of tobacco then stubbed the fat cigar out in
his glass. The cigar went out with a slight sizzle.
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Admiral Carson sat at the far end of his long oak wooded Conference
table centred in the Admirals command Briefing room. The chairs were
cushioned with a black leather dull to the eye yet comfortable
enough to snooze away in. Across the right wall was the long window
that stretched from the doorway to the rooms other exit. Carson
often liked sitting alone in the dark room looking on at the stars
or nearby planets and their moons. Today however his view was that
of the Inquisitorial Cruiser Maelstrom. The vessel had few lights
and fewer decorations with the exception of the giant “I” Symbol
across the front hull.
Carson looked up at the low blue lights that barely illuminated the
long briefing room. At the narrow tables centre stood the Admirals
finest wines with a series of crystal glasses.
Carson heard the hiss of the tall metallic doors opening. He rose to
his feet to greet the Inquisitor. As the door opened he felt slight
tremors on the ground from behind his guest.
The Inquisitor was attired in a long black leather coat with the “I”
symbol painted across the back. The agent’s shoulders were covered
in small shoulder pads coloured gold. Just below his neck line he
wore his Inquisitorial “I” rosette with pride. Over his short to
shaven hair he wore a black trilby with a skull and cross buckled to
the centre. Carson noted the golden bolt pistol at the mains hip
nicely holstered in a suede casing.
Behind the Inquisitor a women in a black leather body glove followed
her curves were perfect and desirable the Admiral mused to himself.
Her face was one of a young woman. She wore a long red ponytail tied
tightly and platted neatly at the centre of her cleanly shaven
scalp. Behind her another approached only this warrior made the
ground tremble slightly with each step. Carson stepped back once
he’d recognised the size of an Astartes warrior.
The giant was attired in his plate armour coloured black with his
left arm coloured a dark metallic silver. The warrior if anything
was intimidating to look up on. He wore his helmet letting the
yellow glow from his forbidding eyes. But it was the symbol that
created the wrenching through the admirals stomach. Across his right
shoulder pad a set of wings with a single drop of blood pasted over
a red background told the Admiral this warrior was of the Blood
Angels.
“Don’t be afraid of Tiberius Admiral he’s rather content. Well he is
as long as your no Xenos.” Inquisitor McGregor laughed gesturing the
Admiral to take his own seat again.
The warrior stood by the door and yet still the Admiral felt those
yellow eyes glaring at him constantly.
“Admiral we’ve much to discuss. Do you mind.” McGregor said taking a
cup of wine for himself and pouring one for the Admiral.
“Yes, yes of course. Can I ask what it is you intend to find here.”
Carson asked taking a sip of his wine.
“It’s not a matter of what I intend to find more of what my
investigation has led me to discover.” McGregor explained.
Carson noticed the young lustrous woman stood firmly behind the
Inquisitor, she stood motionless and expressionless.
“I see. And what is it you want from my battle cruiser?” Carson
asked, taking another swig of his fine wine.
McGregor also took a sip and then swelled the blue liquid around the
glass, he always loved that warm feeling that soothed its way down
his throat.
“Well Admiral my investigation brings me to what I’m beginning to
suspect and you’ll most likely be engaged in a bloody battle.
However. For the moment Your presence here is mainly to remain in
orbit. My Deathwatch need no assistance from yourself. I’ve
discovered that New Bern is harbouring the traitor Astartes Night
Lords” McGregor explained with a slight of a thrown across his face.
“I see Have they not detected yourself in the time you’ve been
here.” Carson replied.
“Not as I can recall we vacated New bern three days ago and have
laid wait of the first moon.” McGregor returned, while rising to his
feet.
“I’ll return shortly Admiral for the time been keep your sensors
scanning for more arrivals non Imperial should anything approach New
bern your orders are to engage with full force of aggression.” He
finally said before exiting from the room.
Carson watched the three leave with a sigh of relief he finished his
blue wine. And slouched back into the comfort of his seat and
swivelled to face the stars outside.
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“Have you a team ready Captain Tiberius?” McGregor asked as the
three of them returned to the small shuttle to return back to the
Maelstrom.
“I have Inquisitor. We are ready for immediate departure.” Tiberius
said with a deep and dark tone.
Chapter 2
Descent
Only the The Ferral Beast can draw strength from the inner
sanctum of his Knowledge |