Name: Inquisitors Woe
Factions: Inquisition, Sisters of Battle, Eldar, Dark Eldar and Orks (maybe Chaos too)
A/N: Second Warhammer FanFic. Please let me know what you think. Makes it all worth while :3 jk, I just want to know that I haven't screwed up some major detail but meh. Hopefully this will continue but only time (on a Eldar Farseer) will be able to tell.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING (except OC's)
Inquisitor Xanxas sat at his terminal on board the Dauntless-Class cruiser Valiant, even though it was rare for these ships to be far from the fleet he had always preferred them. They made his job of getting where he needed to be quickly and relatively quietly quite easy, and the ships were smaller and less crowded - even with him and his squad of Adepta Sororitas warriors - than the larger vessels. He always tried to requisition on of these ships instead of travelling onboard the Black Ships like his Inquisitor brethren seemed to prefer.
This particular ship was making its way to the planet Scaroos to investigates received by the surviving member of an Imperial Guard Recon Squad of high Ork activity and possible Heretical activity. Normally this would have been left to a squadron of Astartes, but when the transmission had came through he requested the assignment, after all they were near the system and it would be unwise not to investigate. Command had agreed with him, but stressed that they were only there to investigate, and at the first hint of Chaos activity were to request assistance from the nearby Angels Sanguine Space Marine Chapter.
"Come my dear Inquisitor" A ghostly voice seemed to fill the room as it echoed from the inside of his head, a Psyker, that was impossible not during warp travel.
"I await your arrival" There it was again, he was sure he had heard the voice but looking round there was no one in the room. He closed his eyes and focused, letting his own psychic abilities seek out whomever was speaking to him. He let out a small yelp as he was hit by psychic flashback as he had tried to reach beyond the ships warp field. Obviously someone had heard him yelp because the door behind him opened.
"Inquisitor Xanxas, are you alright?" He turned to face the person who was speaking to him. It was the Sister Superior of his Squadron of Battle Sisters, Sister Avaline. She was young for a Superior and seemed to favour leaving her helmet off and allowing her tied back blonde hair to flow during battle.
"I am fine sister, Just a silly mistake. That is all." Her eyes seemed as though they were trying to pierce through his soul and judge his every action and deed, in fact he was completely sure in her mind he was already branded a heretic. And all because he was a Psyker.
"We will make planet fall within the hour, please be ready." With that she took one last look at him and left the room, closing the door quickly behind her. She didn't even wait for a response. She defiantly hates me he thought.
Meanwhile on Scaroos
An ancient Webway gate unused for a millennia suddenly activated, the shimmering blue light that came from it lit the jungle around it, and even the individual drops of rain. Through the gate stepped four individuals, the one at leading them was the only one not wearing a helmet and as she stepped out of the gate her skin meet with the falling rain. The rain enhanced the features of her long face and black hair that fell straight around her head. The long black cloak - that made her bare pale arms stand out even more was - adorned with small white lettering along the seams floated only centimetres of the cold wet ground. The other three - all wore similar attire, long black cloaks with black plate-like material underneath and a small roundish helmet that had a white face plate, that along with the black surroundings enhance the red glow of the eye pieces - moved around to flank the Farseer.
"Are you sure he will come?" the Warlock closest to the Farseer asked, he was doubtful that an Inquisitor would willing seek out a Eldar Farseer as she was suggesting was going to happen.
"Yes, I have foreseen our meeting, though I must ask that you remain on guard," she turned to face her Warlock guard. "There is a third person at this meeting, one that I cannot see."
"Of course Farseer." The Warlocks exchanged some looks, had they not been wearing helmets they would have been worried looks. After that the troop set off towards a small clearing that the Farseer knew her meeting would take place in, though she did promise them that the rain would stop. Once they had passed the tree line the Webway gate fell silent and ceased functioning once again.
Several hours passed and once again the Webway gate flickered into life, the light it let out this time was not blue and nor did it shimmer, this time it violently flashed as purple lighting arched from the top of the gate to the ground. Out of the gate this time emerged three figures. Unlike the Eldar before them it was a male that lead two females, and none of them wore helmets. There spiked black armour seemed to ignore the rain completely, as even when wet it let off no shine.