A/N - First introlouge of Oversight, a story I have been planning to do for ages! Thanks to Snake Of The Rose for his brilliant use of two of my OCs in a requested fic, I now have the want to write my own. So special thanks goes to SOTR, thanks for all the help!

Disclaimer - I DO NOT OWN STARFOX, but I am the process of a highly elaborate bank robbery that is sure to earn me enough to buy the license. P Just kidding.

Oversight

Observation

'What of Genetic 17?'

'Stable my Lord, he has just been woken from his cycle and is in the process of Quarantine. He should be fit for an examination in the next 24 hours'

The old Inquisitor scratched at the thick beard along his chin, his storm gray eyes studying the array of vid screens in front of him. Being displayed was a real-time link to a nearby Observer overlooking a small team of lab-coats at work outside the reinforced bulkhead of S.E.A.L chamber 17.

'Hmm has he been exposed to any anomalies?'
The old man frowned and didn't avert his eyes from the screen as he spoke, silently fiddling with a smoke-pipe he held in his right gauntlet. The facility had strictly prohibited the use of any potentially dangerous substances that could cause cross-contamination, but who would have the nerve to deny an Inquisitor the luxury.

Fumbling with a small data pad he had retrieved, the GEN-Officer quickly scanned through the incoming data. He frowned slightly and shook his head, muttering something. A slight grunt from the impatient Inquisitor was enough to shake the officer from his thoughts.

'uh...a slight photon leak had broken out in his chamber sometime in the peak of his cycle, but there have been no visible deformities or symptoms of over exposure. He is one resilient Project my lord'

'Ay, that he is. However I want you to assign a Monitor to this one, in caution that he had been disturbed during his exposure'

He took note of the small squad of heavily armed Iron Crusaders stationed outside the bulkhead, their rifles at the ready as the bulkhead slowly hissed open. The excess photon static from the chamber caused the vid-cam to stutter slightly, breaking up the incoming link momentarily.

'Yes my Lord...'
The officer raised an eyebrow as he saw the random hic-up of the otherwise error free link system. It purged itself quickly and steadied, revealing one of the med team passed out on the floor and two others spewing out blood. The unharmed swiftly donned gasmasks and energised their energy shields, preventing any further accidents.

How much had he been exposed to?

'..and if he shows any signs of fault, I want him exterminated! I don't want another incident like Project 6' the old man turned from the vid-screen and placed his heavy hand on the GEN-Officer's shoulder. Old memories surfaced in his mind as he recalled the past incident that had nearly cost them the entire Genetics Project.

'I understand Grand Inquisitor'
The officer gulped and bowed as low as his lab coat allowed him to, crossing his right arm over his 

chest in respect. A moments silence grew between the two as the Inquisitor took one final, long look at Genetic 17.

'Sometimes even I doubt the Valkyrie. What she sees in these...monsters...is beyond even my knowledge' he cupped his armoured hands around the pipe and brought it to his lips. Flicking out an old fashioned silver lighter he stopped briefly to look it over. It was one of the few remaining heirlooms of his great grandfather.

On one side, roughly crafted into the metal, were the words 'Through fire and flames, they are reborn'. He grunted in amusement, his family had always been loyal servants of the Valkyrie, so it was unsurprising to know that his great-grandfather had gone far beyond passionate and dedicated service...to the final edge of fanaticism. He was feared and beloved by most for his unstoppable fervour to eradicate the impure and unbelievers from the verse. Whole planets had been glassed for heresy by his word.

'Farewell Professor Jacove. I pray that this time you will not disappoint me' he sucked on the pipe and skilfully exhaled a few smoke rings that lingered about the small observation room. Taking one last glance towards the live vidscreen he spun around on his heel and walked towards the large bulkhead that served as The City's main entrance.

The doors hissed and creaked open, a secondary door bulkhead slamming shut behind him. He sighed and took another puff from his pipe. In a way, he was glad to be rid of the sterile lighting and constant alarms as Projects failed. However, something just didn't settle with his mind. The image of Project 17 lingered in his mind.

'That boy won't last. He looks just like him' the old man shuddered as the nightmare played over in his mind.

...Gunshots...
The alarms.
The explosions.
The stench of burnt flesh.
The screaming, The death.
His unforgiving glare.
The hot spray of blood and pain.
...Gunshots...

The inquisitor grinded his teeth and grabbed a hold of the bulkhead for support. Project 17 was the reincarnation of a past mistake. A horrible, horrible accident. Something that should have been buried and forgotten.

"My Lord! Are you alright?" the Inqusitor raised his head to face the two Black Templars of his personal retinue that had come to his aid. The armoured knights shouldered their heavy rifles and offered to help. He merely nodded and accepted their help, struggling to stand on his own.

'Just get me away from this place'

A/N - Short and not much of a cliff-hanger :(
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