Samara
10-01-2016, 07:17 AM
---Tralfon IV, Standard Orbit---
---Eternal Judgment, Personal Study of Lord Inquisitor Renaud---
The Lord Inquisitor sat at his desk, a holo-projector showing the security footage of the worker giving into his weakness and submitting to Nurgle. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the once human worker and studied his movements as he watched the footage over and over again. Instead of providing answers, the footage only offered compounding questions to the Inquisitor.
”How had the worker come in contact with such an artifact of chaos?” “How did the signs of this worker bypass his foreman?” “Was the entire crew tainted by chaos?” “Is this planet tainted by chaos to its core?”
As he mulled these questions in his mind, his hands came to rest on his forehead, rubbing slightly as if to relieve some sort of headache that was threatening to form. Before he could do anything else the noise of his door key going off jarred him from his train of thought. He looked up at the door before pressing a button under his desk that caused the heavy metal door to slide open.
As the door opened, the visage of his field hospitaller and acolyte of his retinue stood in the doorway holding a small case in one of her hands while the other hand held a small cup that had steam rising out of it.
“Sorry to disturb you Lord Inquisitor but I have finished preparing my supplies for our mission to the planet. I wanted to check with you to see if I had everything…and I thought that perhaps you could use…some tea…”
Soon his face was adorned with a crooked smile as he folded his hands beneath his chin. His eyes held a gentleness to them that had been absent a moment ago as he turned his attention to the young woman in his study.
“On the contrary, Valora, your presence is a welcome distraction from the abyss of questions plaguing my mind at the moment. Please do come in and please still your fear and please call me Sidney…there is no need to use formal titles when it just the two of us.”
“Of course…Sidney – I hope that my preparations will be to your satisfaction for this mission.”
Soon one of his hands unfolded from under his chin as he gently waved it toward her, beckoning her to come closer. She nodded her head once and immediately advanced towards his desk, stopping momentarily to place his tea near him and then placing her kit on the corner of his desk. She opened the kit to show equipment for taking samples, supplies to treat wounds and stop infections, along with equipment to set up isolation units.
His eyes scanned the equipment for a moment before lifting his eyes to meet her own. His face wore a neutral expression as he laid a hand on her own for a moment before squeezing it softly.
“My dear Valora…while I admire your duty as a sister hospitaller…most of this equipment will not be used…you should know that Nurgle’s Rot has no cure…and it is almost impossible to stop once it starts to spread. Whole planets have been condemned to the fate of an exterminatus to keep the foul plague from spreading…and while this planet is valuable because of its forge capabilities and its tithe of soldiers to the Imperium…an exterminatus may be the only way to stop this plague…”
Valora stood there for a moment as she felt his hand squeeze her own and her eyes showed her conflict. She knew he was right but her training as a medic and her desire to help those who were loyal to the Imperium told her differently.
“The loyal citizens of the Imperium deserve to be given a chance to fight this! Can’t they-“
“They do deserve it…but we may not be able to give it to them and that is one of the hardest truths you will have to face as an Inquisitor…is that the price to keep the Imperium secured from chaos comes at the cost of innocent lives. You must steel yourself against your desires and focus only on your mission and duty…in doing so you will carry out what is right. If doubt, resentment, and division gain hold in your mind and soul…then you will be wasted and ravaged by chaos…do you understand me Valora?”
She stood silent as she listened to him and she silently nodded her head. A soft mist began to gather at the bottom of her eyes, causing a flush to course through her cheeks as she tried not to cry or focus on that harsh truth. She knew the Lord Inquisitor was right and that he was telling her this for her own good but it still cut to the core of what she learned in her order. However, the one thing it did do was stir the flame of hatred she had for the enemies of the Imperium as she began to blame them more and more for the disasters happening to humanity.
“I understand your concerns…but I wish to keep all of my equipment. There may be a use for it among the Imperial Guard stationed on the planet.”
The Lord Inquisitor nodded as he took his tea and sipped it a few times before putting it down and facing Valora with a smile of approval.
“You are the sister hospitaller as well as my field medic in my retinue so I will leave medical issues in your capable hands. By the way, the tea is perfect…as expected. Now if you will excuse me I need to assemble a list of individuals to question and come up with a list of possible leads for this outbreak. Please go make sure that our medical facilities onboard our ship are functioning fully.”
Her smile returned as she was always happy when he approved of something she did, even if it was as small as making a cup of tea. She nodded her head softly and turned on her heels before heading out of the study to check up on the rest of the medical equipment. As she left, the Lord Inquisitor sighed softly and bit his lip.
He knew that an outbreak of Nurgle’s Rot and on a forge/hive world no less would make for a complicated situation. He knew that other cells of the Ordo Malleus would come and then there would be the Imperial Guard to deal with…there were many variables in this situation and he knew that he had to stay on track of his main goal – finding the source of the chaos incursion and sending it back to the warp before the plague escaped this planet.
Tralfon IV, Hidden Cave
In the shadows a tall figure was eyeing the chaos that was happening in the hive quarters through the magic of his host cells’ sorcerer. The figure smiled, revealing a smile full of fangs as his eyes set upon the panicking masses and the worker becoming consumed with the Nurgle’s Rot.
“What a fortuitous turn of events that an ancient relic of Nurgle would be found by the most mundane of workers…and that worker would turn out to be the key to me gaining the favor of Nurgle…”
He turned to his first captain of his host cell and looked at the marines that were in his cell. Each of them were sworn to fight for his cause and for chaos. This world would be theirs for the taking and the fact that it would cripple the Imperium would make this victory all the more sweeter.
“Brothers! It is nearly time for us to bask in the glory of Nurgle! Soon the pathetic reign of the corpse-emperor will be destroyed and this world will be held in the loving grip of Nurgle! From this world, our minions and daemons will strike further into the Imperium…sowing wonderful fear, bloodshed, and most of all…chaos to the witless masses! The warp shall sing with the wailing of the lambs of the Imperium begging for Nurgle to bless them!”
As the Dark Apostle Varlek uttered his dark promise, the roar of his brothers echoed throughout the cave – showing that they were ready to fulfill his vision of having this world succumb to the whims of chaos.
Varlek himself looked toward the entrance of the cave and his fanged smile grew even more as he wondered if his endeavors here would attract the attention of a certain person and if it did…he hoped they would meet in glorious battle. The promise of securing Nurgle’s favor along with having a forge world that could produce weapons for him and also having millions of fresh souls to give to the ever consuming chaos gods made this conquest a mission he could not – would not lose to anyone or anything.
---Eternal Judgment, Personal Study of Lord Inquisitor Renaud---
The Lord Inquisitor sat at his desk, a holo-projector showing the security footage of the worker giving into his weakness and submitting to Nurgle. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the once human worker and studied his movements as he watched the footage over and over again. Instead of providing answers, the footage only offered compounding questions to the Inquisitor.
”How had the worker come in contact with such an artifact of chaos?” “How did the signs of this worker bypass his foreman?” “Was the entire crew tainted by chaos?” “Is this planet tainted by chaos to its core?”
As he mulled these questions in his mind, his hands came to rest on his forehead, rubbing slightly as if to relieve some sort of headache that was threatening to form. Before he could do anything else the noise of his door key going off jarred him from his train of thought. He looked up at the door before pressing a button under his desk that caused the heavy metal door to slide open.
As the door opened, the visage of his field hospitaller and acolyte of his retinue stood in the doorway holding a small case in one of her hands while the other hand held a small cup that had steam rising out of it.
“Sorry to disturb you Lord Inquisitor but I have finished preparing my supplies for our mission to the planet. I wanted to check with you to see if I had everything…and I thought that perhaps you could use…some tea…”
Soon his face was adorned with a crooked smile as he folded his hands beneath his chin. His eyes held a gentleness to them that had been absent a moment ago as he turned his attention to the young woman in his study.
“On the contrary, Valora, your presence is a welcome distraction from the abyss of questions plaguing my mind at the moment. Please do come in and please still your fear and please call me Sidney…there is no need to use formal titles when it just the two of us.”
“Of course…Sidney – I hope that my preparations will be to your satisfaction for this mission.”
Soon one of his hands unfolded from under his chin as he gently waved it toward her, beckoning her to come closer. She nodded her head once and immediately advanced towards his desk, stopping momentarily to place his tea near him and then placing her kit on the corner of his desk. She opened the kit to show equipment for taking samples, supplies to treat wounds and stop infections, along with equipment to set up isolation units.
His eyes scanned the equipment for a moment before lifting his eyes to meet her own. His face wore a neutral expression as he laid a hand on her own for a moment before squeezing it softly.
“My dear Valora…while I admire your duty as a sister hospitaller…most of this equipment will not be used…you should know that Nurgle’s Rot has no cure…and it is almost impossible to stop once it starts to spread. Whole planets have been condemned to the fate of an exterminatus to keep the foul plague from spreading…and while this planet is valuable because of its forge capabilities and its tithe of soldiers to the Imperium…an exterminatus may be the only way to stop this plague…”
Valora stood there for a moment as she felt his hand squeeze her own and her eyes showed her conflict. She knew he was right but her training as a medic and her desire to help those who were loyal to the Imperium told her differently.
“The loyal citizens of the Imperium deserve to be given a chance to fight this! Can’t they-“
“They do deserve it…but we may not be able to give it to them and that is one of the hardest truths you will have to face as an Inquisitor…is that the price to keep the Imperium secured from chaos comes at the cost of innocent lives. You must steel yourself against your desires and focus only on your mission and duty…in doing so you will carry out what is right. If doubt, resentment, and division gain hold in your mind and soul…then you will be wasted and ravaged by chaos…do you understand me Valora?”
She stood silent as she listened to him and she silently nodded her head. A soft mist began to gather at the bottom of her eyes, causing a flush to course through her cheeks as she tried not to cry or focus on that harsh truth. She knew the Lord Inquisitor was right and that he was telling her this for her own good but it still cut to the core of what she learned in her order. However, the one thing it did do was stir the flame of hatred she had for the enemies of the Imperium as she began to blame them more and more for the disasters happening to humanity.
“I understand your concerns…but I wish to keep all of my equipment. There may be a use for it among the Imperial Guard stationed on the planet.”
The Lord Inquisitor nodded as he took his tea and sipped it a few times before putting it down and facing Valora with a smile of approval.
“You are the sister hospitaller as well as my field medic in my retinue so I will leave medical issues in your capable hands. By the way, the tea is perfect…as expected. Now if you will excuse me I need to assemble a list of individuals to question and come up with a list of possible leads for this outbreak. Please go make sure that our medical facilities onboard our ship are functioning fully.”
Her smile returned as she was always happy when he approved of something she did, even if it was as small as making a cup of tea. She nodded her head softly and turned on her heels before heading out of the study to check up on the rest of the medical equipment. As she left, the Lord Inquisitor sighed softly and bit his lip.
He knew that an outbreak of Nurgle’s Rot and on a forge/hive world no less would make for a complicated situation. He knew that other cells of the Ordo Malleus would come and then there would be the Imperial Guard to deal with…there were many variables in this situation and he knew that he had to stay on track of his main goal – finding the source of the chaos incursion and sending it back to the warp before the plague escaped this planet.
Tralfon IV, Hidden Cave
In the shadows a tall figure was eyeing the chaos that was happening in the hive quarters through the magic of his host cells’ sorcerer. The figure smiled, revealing a smile full of fangs as his eyes set upon the panicking masses and the worker becoming consumed with the Nurgle’s Rot.
“What a fortuitous turn of events that an ancient relic of Nurgle would be found by the most mundane of workers…and that worker would turn out to be the key to me gaining the favor of Nurgle…”
He turned to his first captain of his host cell and looked at the marines that were in his cell. Each of them were sworn to fight for his cause and for chaos. This world would be theirs for the taking and the fact that it would cripple the Imperium would make this victory all the more sweeter.
“Brothers! It is nearly time for us to bask in the glory of Nurgle! Soon the pathetic reign of the corpse-emperor will be destroyed and this world will be held in the loving grip of Nurgle! From this world, our minions and daemons will strike further into the Imperium…sowing wonderful fear, bloodshed, and most of all…chaos to the witless masses! The warp shall sing with the wailing of the lambs of the Imperium begging for Nurgle to bless them!”
As the Dark Apostle Varlek uttered his dark promise, the roar of his brothers echoed throughout the cave – showing that they were ready to fulfill his vision of having this world succumb to the whims of chaos.
Varlek himself looked toward the entrance of the cave and his fanged smile grew even more as he wondered if his endeavors here would attract the attention of a certain person and if it did…he hoped they would meet in glorious battle. The promise of securing Nurgle’s favor along with having a forge world that could produce weapons for him and also having millions of fresh souls to give to the ever consuming chaos gods made this conquest a mission he could not – would not lose to anyone or anything.