Person typing this note:Sorry for the short update. I dont normally post ones this short but I felt the end of this conversation was a good breaking point. I am trying to get back into writing more and I thought I would start with a fun project, and here you go. I had a little bit of a hard time with this part. I didn't have any of it planned and knida just let my thoughts flow. So thank you for reading.

Aurelius stepped forward leaving the relative safety of the door way and approached the chair. He could feel the inquisitor's eyes almost burning a hole in his head. The man seemed different from when he first walked in. He was aloof, almost entirely uninterested. Now his every intention was focused on him, and it felt almost suffocating. The inquisitor pulled the chair out a little more as Aurelius came to it. As Aurelius sat down the inquisitor pushed his chair forward until the table was against his stomach. He then walked around the table and sat down in a chair directly across from Aurelius.

"I am Inquisitor Igram. Who, might you be?" He said in a hushed calm tone. His eyes were cold and he kept them locked on Aurelius.

"A-Aurelius Rults, sir." Igram stared at him for a moment before looking to Commissar Skylar.

"Please leave us, and close the door." She quickly and without question followed his command. The room feel silent for a moment as the inquisitor seemed to gather his thoughts and study Aurelius.

"Have you been blessed by the emperor Corpral?" His voice was deep and rough. Aurelius furrowed his brow and his eyes darted back and forth for a moment.

"Excuse me sir?" The inquisitor looked at his armor and reached out one hand extending his middle and index finger. He made a circle in the air and cocked his head to the side, as if to better look through the circle.

"Your armor corporal, the damage, don't you think something that could do that would kill a man?" Aurelius' eyes dropped and he touched the damaged area. Flashes of dirt and gun fire filled his mind. A sea of men running forward charging into fire. The stench of the dead and dying and an echo of a searing pain.

"I suppose so sir. Though I managed." Aurelius finally made eye contact with Ingram.

"Do you know what the warp can do to a man corpral? How it can twist even the most faithful and and loyal of men against their Emeperor."

"I have seen the fruit of this sir, out on the feild." Flashes of the battle pulsed through his mind again. Images of twisted and and scared men whose wounds had been self-inflicted.

"It is a truely horrible existance." Aurelius followed with, as he realised what they were fighting.

"Do you feel the touch of the warp upon you? Have its agents given you their gifts?" Igrams face twisted and his voice filled with disgust as he finished the second question. Aurelius jumped to his feet and slammed his fist against the table.

"No! I would never be a slave to such disgusting beings!" Aurelius for reasons unknown found himself enraged. Ingrams left eyebrow raised and he folded his hands infront of his face calmly. Coming to his senses Aurelius sat back down in his chair and rubbed his temples fighting off the flashes of twisted creatures and horrific shadows.

"Who is your sovereign?" Ingram's question pulled Aurelius from his visions and back to reality. Aurelius' head snapped up, his eyes darting back and forth for a moment.

"The Emperor is my Sovereign." Another automatic response. This time though he found himself presented with a vision of a golden through covered in circuitry with pipes flowing from it. Above it he found a pair of eyes with tears flowing from them while people writhed in agony below the throne.

"The Emperor protects." Aurelius followed up trying not to let the vision over whelm him. Almost mockingly Igram smiled and rested on his left elbow.

"I wonder, do those words turn to ash in your mouth, or do you earnestly mean them. The Emperor does indeed protect. but first you must be worthy of his grace. For many men their place in his gloriuos domain is to die fighting to protect it. Only a few are called to greatness, even less are truely spared the gruesome fate that is almost inevitable. That brings us to you." Igrams' eyes fixed themselves to Aurelius's. To Aurelius they seemed to start to glow. He could feel it at first, it felt like something washing over him in waves, rippeling out from Igram. Then he saw it, the strange black shadows he had seen when he entered the room, though they were not as clear. They crept up from behind the inquisitor and stretched out toward Aurelius. The tendrils flittered through the air surrounding Aurelius. He could hear distent whispers as they came to a halt near his head. Their movements became less erradic and they sunk toward his skull only to be rebuffed by the defences Aurelius had put implace when he had approached the room. He could sense that Igram was becoming uneasy due to the difficulties of invading his mind, also, underneath Aurelius could feel he was in a hurry. So Aurelius let him in, or at least into a controlled area where he could feed Igram information. Like an eager dog Igram began to dig into the opening. Aurelius placed before him the act of a good soilder, and a loyal servent to the Emperor.

Just as Igrams tension began to wain the table shifted slightly and a layer of dust fell from the walls. Immeadiatly the assualt of Aurelius's mind stopped and both men began to look around the room.

"What-" Aurelius was stopped by the inquistor who raised his hand as he watched the door. Again the table shifted slightly and all around the room grands of conrete were freed from the walls and fell to the floor.

"The assult has begun."