Greetings my dear readers.
it's been a while hasn't it? 6-7 months since the last update I believe.
What can I say?, life has got in the way big time, I have moved into a supported accommodation household that is helping me learn the skills in order to have a life outside my bedroom walls.
As such, until recently, I have not had much chance to simply sit down and write, now however, with a computer practically to myself, I should be able to update at a faster rate than I did before.
This doesn't mean the updates will be quick however, I am at this household to learn the skills to better myself in the long run, so my focus will be on that.
I cannot promise you that the updates will come at a reasonable rate, But they WILL come.
Be patient my friends, I have no intention of abandoning this story, no matter what happens.
Here is some more interaction between the inquisitor and space wolf.
Also, the inquisitor finally gets a name, other than 'inquisitor'.
Enjoy! ;)
"Hey, inquisitor, you there?"
"yes, yes I am here, what do you want now?"
"you remember that drukhari we kidnapped?"
"captured, not kidnapped. What about her?"
"well…she's uhhhhh…well she isn't in the holding cells anymore..."
"i beg your pardon?"
"you heard me.."
"are you telling me there is a drukhari wytch running amok on my ship, lord astartes?"
"yup."
the inquisitor turned off his voxbead, gently moved his reports and data slates to the side, neatly stacking them in alphabetical order.
And proceeded to slam his face against the desk repeatedly.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH"
rubbing his bruised face, he stood up, put on his coat, grabbed his bolter and chainsword, and left his office in search of a half naked psychotic xeno.
Turning his voxbead back on, the inquisitor spoke.
"are there any traces of where she could be?"
the astartes's gruff but jovial voice answered.
"let me see . . . . there are the restraints that look like they were dissolved in some form of acid, probably a hidden vial the xeno hid on herself, no idea how considering she Is nuder than a slaanesshi cultist, the bars of the cell have suffered the same fate, but no sign of where she wen-. . . . hold on. . . . OK, yeah, I've found the guards."
the inquisitor grit his teeth, he had an idea of what had happened, but he wanted conformation.
"what state are they in?"
the marine responded.
"ever seen the after effects of an internal krak grenade explosion, mixed with Catachan grade acid?"
the inquisitor winced and responded.
"yes unfortunately. . . .Have you been able to find where she ran off to?"
"aye, looks like she's in the vent system, we could get the tech priests to flush some toxins into the system and kill her."
the inquisitor shook his head "no, we'll be putting the entire ship at risk if we did that, plus we need her alive if we ever want to find the STC fragment, try and track where she could be, then isolate her position, I'll have capture teams on standby to subdue her."
the space wolf responded after a moment.
"we space marines have superior hearing when compared to baseline humans, like yourself. us fenrisians are even more sensitive to sound and smell, for obvious reasons. Judging by what I can hear, it looks like she is making a beeline straight for the hangar bay, no doubt she intends to hijack a shuttle"
the inquisitor frowned.
"we're in the middle of a warp jump, it would be suicide to do such a thing, nevertheless, I'm contacting the magos in charge of the hangar and will tell him to put it into lockdown, including the vents in the area, with any luck, she'll be forced to backtrack, straight into our teams, we just have to pinpoint where she is exactly."
stomping footsteps and the odor of a wet hound announced the arrival of the space wolf.
As he fell into step with the inquisitor, he spoke.
"there are a lot of vents on the Herald of dawn, many of them intersect with one another, she could be anywhere, I assume you have a plan?"
the smaller man nodded.
"the tech-priests have total control of the ships sub-systems, the magos in the bridge is monitoring the entire vent system, so far the xeno has dodged all the life scanners"
they turned a corner, passing by a group of tech priests who were looking through the logs of a CCTV cogitator.
"she will tire eventually, not even an eldar can run forever, and when she does, we'll be waiting."
the marine nodded and then frowned as a thought came to him.
"what if she has left the vents? The hallways are much larger" he looked up at the ceiling "and higher, I may be able to spot a mote of dust from 100 yards away, but a drukari can become practically invisible if they want to hide from sight."
the inquisitor nodded in agreement.
"that is also a possibility, the entire ship is on total lock-down, the bridge, engine decks and hangars are locked down tighter than the eternity gate, if she tries to get in, we will know is seconds.
The stopped walking to allow a group of armsmen to pass by, the soldiers saluting them before continuing down the way the pair came from.
As the continued walking the inquisitor spoke.
"all crewmen on board have a pin on their uniform and Armour that shows up as a white spot on the sensors, It's no bigger than a grain of sand, anyone that doesn't have one will show up as a black spot, it's only a matter of time until the xeno slips up."
the marine nodded.
"with any luck, the knife ear will make a mistake, but it's never that easy with the eldar, is it?"
his companion nodded in agreement.
"as I said before, even an eldar will tire after a while. We have the advantage of knowing the area. She doesn't, the tarot deck is stacked against her, she'll be captured soon enough."
the astartes grunted.
"can you trust those odds?"
the man turned and looked him the eye.
"i trust the emperor, that is more than enough."
"and if he decides to have some fun at your expense? What then?"
the inquisitor frowned.
"then i'll roll with the punches, and get back up afterwards. If the emperor wishes to test me, then I shall not be found lacking."
"heh, don't let it be said that you are a pushover, Borealis."
borealis let a grim smile adorn his face.
"I've yet to meet a man willing to say it my face."
"what about xeno's?"
"they don't live long enough to regret their action."
the fenrisian laughed.