Warhammer 40,000: Truth
Chapter 1: The Arrest
Hey, I'm James... this is my first submission to FanFic, so go easy :) hehe. I'm writing a short story on a concept I heard sometime ago... I'm hoping to make a few chapters with a nice twist in the end, for all your Warhammer 40,000 fans. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review! :)
An awkward silence presented itself, within the room. Two marines stood together discussing a topic only fools would mention.
"Priscus…you know you can't discuss that here, what if somebody hears you?" Lyonus looked somewhat disheartened by the nature of the topic, glancing around his companies mess hall to see if there were any prying ears.
"Lyonus, I've been your friend for many years… Why would I lie to you? Everything I've told you I've heard from the highest authority inside the Adeptus Custodes." Priscus stared deep into Lyonus' eyes hoping his old friend would listen to him and hear out his cries of heresy.
"I don't want to hear this, old friend; we could be sentenced to death for you even mentioning such a matter… I'm not wasting my life so recklessly for you to share an old wives tale with me. And we both know all it takes is one weasel to report us to the Inqui…" Lyonus stared over to the door, of the mess hall, to see an officer walking towards them.
The officer, a portrait of malevolence, steadily walked towards them both, armed guards either side of his dull, grey armour. Lyonus quickly shifted his sight upon Priscus, and with his face could only offer his most heartfelt sympathies. The Inquisition had arrived, and they'd come to take Priscus away.
"Captain Priscus, I presume? I am Commander Seneca…by command of the Holy Order of the Emperor's Inquisition. You are to be placed under arrest for Heresy." Priscus released his glistening power sword into the hands of Seneca, accepting the fate he had dealt for himself and slowly proceeded to take one long step after another to the outside world… and to his inevitable decline.
"Lyonus, do not forget what I've told you… The truth needs to be spread… We cannot live in a galaxy where this falsity is forced upon us by a tyranica…"
"SILENCE!" The guard following Priscus demanded, striking the back of his head with his bolter gun. Priscus collapsed to the floor, his old friend Lyonus unable to act. For his arrest, and probable death, would be sealed if he tried to intervene.
Lyonus watched as his old friend was dragged out into the main area of the barracks to await escort to a prison. His old friend taken from him, all he could do was contemplate the story which Priscus had given him.
