The Inquisitor

Chapter XIV

The surreal silence of an active war-zone never ceased to amaze me once. Despite being on a world ravaged by an ever growing conflict, I found solace knowing I wasn't alone inside the trench which overlooked a ruined field. Dry winds sucking moisture from exposed lips constantly reminded myself I'd have to stay hydrated, or risk dying within days at best. Dirt kicked up from above to shower myself and several masked soldiers who seemingly refused to twitch an inch. I stared right into gray clear glass eye holes when they hadn't spoke a singular word, or even remotely seemed to complain while standing in this position for months on end.

It'd taken almost six, or eight months to traverse the Warp based on what Tartarus mentioned when we'd be landing on a war torn world. It seemed only like a week, or more since my encounter to banish a daemon which earned me cold critique. The Inquisitor hardly seemed fazed when I gave my report yet I managed to withhold one piece of an encounter, I still lingered on who, or what had spoken to me through that light. But I managed to deflect it in favor to account of seeing images that caused my teacher to frown. If anything she considered me recklessly naive, I agreed despite unique circumstances, she told me rather dourly I came out relatively unscathed and warned me to avoid it unless only in desperate situations.

And here we are again, on another forsaken world full of sand. I exhaled to lift up a piece of gray cloth to conceal my mouth and had goggles shielding eyes. I stood out all too easily among Imperial guardsmen who wore an all light brownish uniform. They had re-breathers concealing entire faces with overcoats going down to shins, they wore armor underneath and all carried rucksacks which were placed in tight rows to shield their provisions and supplies. Armed with bayonet fitted las-guns at all times, I found myself among dozens inside a trench and not one had spoken for possibly days on end due to discipline alone.

Tartarus informed me days prior we'd be attached to a unique regiment, one which excelled in breaking siege warfare to reach our objective. Based on what she and I knew, it'd been activity of a cult on another world launching coups and rebellions to finally become noticeable. I wasn't eager to endanger myself against daemons so quickly, but she held no reservations if only to heed warnings in disobeying her at all. So I kept my mouth shut to only ask what's we possibly encounter, I only received a cold smile before being dismissed by a bemused inquisitor. Openly I accepted as best as I'd be able, but privately I had a gut instinct it didn't matter really, if only to do what our Ordos's mandate to destroy them.

The greatcoat I'd been wearing was a little too large yet it gave me ample concealment if we'd ever leave this trench thankfully. Armed with only a pristine quality of mono-knife and several magazines for a las-pistol which could use said knife, I was vastly under-equipped between dozens to almost a hundred guardsmen. But fortunately I wasn't entirely alone since it'd been made apparent, if I or Tartarus ventured onto new worlds, I'd have personal attendants or guards because it'd been offered voluntarily.

I smiled lightly to hear thudded footsteps as two Sororitas came towering over masked guardsmen who immediately made aquila signs all too faithfully. Alicia, Anora! I psychically greeted kindly keeping true to being utterly quiet among guardsmen who routinely inspected weaponry, supplies or kept on improving entrenchments regularly. The sisters of battle's very presence seemingly bolstered these soldiers to such a degree, I'd reckon Tartarus and I weren't going to be left go simply since many had flocked to pray in makeshift shrines by others of their contingent. Tartarus only smiled eerily amused to allocate myself underneath their care, to keep myself busy and useful to root out potential corruptions which was utterly pointless.

They were armed with bolters to their maximum capacity based on half a dozen, or so clipped magazines ready to be used. Grenades mimicking load-outs on guardsmen still paled when I inquired to one individual as to what they'd carry. Turned out these silent re-breather wearing men had enough provisions to wipe out an entire platoon, or so what I'd imagined. They weren't anything less but perfected cogs in a machine that'd zealously charge, die and still want to do more because I learned of their home world's history through passive psychic probes. Not one of them feared, hated or even remotely doubted their faith to achieve victory resolutely since arriving.

"Are you well, Marcos?" Anora questioned simply as per routine whenever they made sweeps to hold masses in entrenched bunkers. I shrugged mainly out of lack luster experiences despite hearing hundreds of massive artillery guns go off an entire day. I've learned to stay quiet among these Krieg korpsmen, they're friendly if not very silent and I respect them for helping me. If I had any questions about using any equipment, one or two offer to show me while critiquing me all too happily. I like them because they're not afraid to show me what's wrong, or even seem annoyed whenever I don't get what they're saying, overall they're incredibly helpful but it's been a mundane week so far.

Despite wearing a helm I knew she'd smile amused, "The Death-Korps of Krieg are renowned to such an extent even our Order respects them entirely." Several who overheard such praise merely lowered their heads silently accepting praise without compromising their positions. I gestured a bit amused since they were good men unlike those on Tartarus's ship. I've never seen an entire bunker fill up so quickly whenever word of faithful mass is allowed for worship to our Emperor, I only wish we'd see more on-board and I have to admit. They're not afraid to do what needs to be done, plus they're kind enough to instruct me and I'm going to hate leaving these soldiers because they're simply too good at their purpose.

Alicia spoke up rather knowingly since I'd been projecting to them both unintentionally, "We're fortunate to fight alongside such unwavering souls. I've only heard in rumor, or through others they never fail to take ground and I dare say...we'll be proven right." Her gaze swept over korpsmen who again resisted urges to kneel and pray for receiving such blessings. I resisted laughing because all of them looked upon even Sororita as if they were a saint, it'd been perplexing at first yet I found it humorous. Overall since arriving on this world I'd been rigidly learning far too quickly to hone psychic links to utilize it, especially with multiple people to convey thoughts, orders or even suspicions to keep my mandate in check.

They're different from the storm troopers for sure, I hope they can do better. I remarked mainly coy since it'd been common knowledge I hadn't gotten along with their group for months. Few had dared to hinder my own education when it came to close combat, or knife wielding but I knew they hadn't pulled punches. Ironically among all of their numbers I did happen to tolerate one who'd been assigned in a bid to annoy me, or possibly cause an incident. Sigur still napping inside one of those bunkers again, Alicia? You know how we both think, I hate to say it, but he's fairly competent despite being a little...lazy.

Artillery bombarded an entire city spanning possibly dozens of kilometers along an outer wall as we'd grown accustomed. Tremors racked the soil so violently, I noticed several loose pieces of gravel falling over onto a korpsmen's helmet. He hardly flinched save for idly wiping loose dirt off lenses, "That lecherous fool never fails to have one ignore his presence." Despite simmering animosity aside I'd fairly begun tolerating Sigur's mouth and habits, if anything he was probably the only trooper I'd actually considered consistent to expect and he didn't seem to find my presence disdainful. He still kept running his damned mouth though, if only to anyone that didn't have what made a human male funnily enough.

One can hope for the Emperor to intervene and maybe humble him, a bit. I amended smiling trying to resist chuckling to find some good in this war-zone. Alicia merely walked past me to seemingly peer enough to view an entire battlefield saturated in craters, "Perhaps when our matron saint ascends her will through the holy father, if I am to humor your optimism, Marcos." I knew she'd jested merely to alleviate tense anxiety as I shrugged again finding it suitable. Sporadic las-gun fire indicated a sharp shooter within nearby trenches picked off an enemy getting too comfortable, I counted possibly a dozen within the last hour and it certainly hadn't lightened up at all.

"Any word from Tartarus at all?" I verbally spoke up to walk next to the larger power armor user who looked down, "None yet. It's been almost been a fortnight since she'd left Marcos, I know she was in company of several of my own sisters, her personal retinue and alongside elite trained Kriegers." I knew without doubt she was on the front-lines finding ways into a fortified city, it'd been somewhere several dozen kilometers ahead of where I'd been told to hold down. But it seemed cracking this stronghold would be traditionally down from what information, I'd overhead or been told from senior commanding officers in the Death Korps indicated meticulously.

Still it wasn't like Tartarus to be delay given she'd sworn to return the day before yesterday. So either she's dead which I doubt, or maybe they've encountered enemies possibly. Feck it, I wasn't ever ordered to ask for progress or updates! I decided by getting down from a ledge where I'd been leaning against. Alicia followed me keenly along with Anora as I jerked my head energetically, "Come on! Let's go to the command bunker, we might as well see what's taking them so long! Plus it never hurts to get us passing our time here and stretching our legs, right?"

Neither power armored Sororita seemingly objected given they followed without a word. I grinned cheekily to only psychically to smugly catch them for their boredom. Admit it you two, if you can't then I can! It's probably the most exciting thing we've down here, on this end of trenches ever since we landed a month ago. I'm well aware that our Emperor protects us from foes seeking ruin, but it never hurts to get news about those who serve him faithfully. Right?

Anora's voice through her helm sounded less than pleased, "Sometimes your youth shows in ways even I cannot fathom. Emperor help us!" I managed an innocent expression through goggles which I wiped clean again, "Why? Can an apprentice not worry about his master's life?" Alicia snorted openly though I sensed humorous thoughts despite it sounding dour, "Traditionally, I'd agree! But you seem have to a talent for aggravating the inquisitor even through mundane acts, Marcos. Do well to remember you're not that innocent to make us feel guilt about our ordained tasks."

My chortling turned slightly meek since they weren't wrong yet it wasn't technically violating Tartarus's standing orders. You don't have to pretend, I maybe a psyker and I don't have to see you aren't worried about the others too. Neither Sororita designated themselves to verbally admit it, but if they were following me without complaint to garner an update? I'd say they were justified to safeguard me even if it pertained to their own, I'd say it was kind of them to allow it. It'd been a tense week before realizing delays were considered on scouting raids.

"You're not too innocent to guilt us, Marcos." Anora resigned tiredly by shaking her head yet my grin refused to die, "But just enough!" I cackled dramatically to make both Sororitas chortle quietly finding that closer to truth. In truth it'd helped diffuse anxious tension for every hour we got no word, or news about Tartarus's party with several others of their contingent, I'd at least try to make them worry less and I knew it worked. Secretly I sensed them enjoying a childish distraction since they knew, I cared about people and those I considered friends.

Along our journey towards more heavily fortified trench pathways I noticed an increase in heavy weapons teams. Kriegers who sat so still I'd consider them statues manned heavy bolters, auto-cannons and several deeper bunker ways revealed las-cannon placements. All held ample ammunition crates filled to their max, various boxes of supplies and various stores of grenades meant for anti-trench assaults. None seemingly cared except to slightly turn to lower their helmet heads at Anora, or Alicia respectfully. Most weren't even above two chevrons stitched faintly on shoulder pads, I imagined I saw one sergeant for every thirty, or forty in a standard platoon with an occasional master-corporal given it'd been difficult to spot one, or two.

I haven't even seen a commissar yet, I mean the last one I saw was when we arrived. But there's gotta be thousands of Korpsmen within this line of trenches, a quarter of a mile and not one damned commissar to inspire them at all. I thought pondering to see so few senior soldiers, or staff maintaining a position which was technically logistical vital for success. But I didn't think too much into it, I knew better people were skilled to decide resource allocation since I was tagging along. We weren't even supposed to be considered combatants officially.

Occasionally korpsmen with bone white masks checked up on others quietly speaking, or relaying needs for supply. It was like clockwork when I heard one masked man who sounded young speak up, "Quarter-master, this trooper has sufficient ammunition and supplies." They all wore light brown near tan greatcoats so they'd concealed themselves effectively. Truthfully I'd probably never be able to spot them from an opposing trench if they'd low crawled. Kriegers seemingly emulated proficiency to such an inhumane degree, I felt humbled to be among them.

Dipping underneath makeshift tunnels were greatcoat lacking troopers digging, or improved siege foundations routinely. They made room wordlessly when I nodded my head kindly at them, "You guys don't rest do you? I swear by throne you don't make mistakes with these fortifications, do you?" I questioned mainly trying to be curious as one only tilted his head down at me. He looked over towards another who nodded simply to address me muffled, "This trooper thanks you for your compliment, acolyte. It pleases this one to see you respect our prepared fighting positions, we are blessed but now please have a nice day and may the Emperor protect us all."

I made an aquila sign in return as both Sororita behind me had went around another pathway in favor to avoid entering an underlay because of their bulk. I replied respectfully to a korpsmen who all seemed to be generally polite people, "May he protect you and grant us favor to victory, trooper. We'll destroy his foes soon enough!" Several korpsmen either nodded to pause in their work, or lowered their heads in mutual faith as I moved onward. Most seemingly made way without a word, or lightly nudged me to avoid falling debris from loose rocks.

I'm really going to miss being alongside these guys, they're kind and don't question anyone unless they have a reason too. I exhaled tiredly to meet up with both Sororita who stood off to the side awaiting my appearance. I walked without issue past more heavily fortified barb-wired trench tops where korpsmen lay prone with scoped las-guns occasionally taking shots. None seemingly missed, or twitched given how most had dirt, or sand covering their upper bodies. Apparently they built personal sharpshooter nests next to solid granite pillars, or rocks to absorb fire if any enemy happened to endanger themselves to return fire.

After another quarter mile, or so walk we finally came to an opening of bunkers guarded by massive anti-air batteries. They were idle yet still looked deadly imposing. Crews maintained their sites, or conducted routine maintenance to clear man sized barrels and take stock of ammunition alone. Almost a dozen were placed around an entire command structure, so it'd been well fortified to possibly use them as anti-infantry flak since air strikes had been non-existent. As far as I knew this world's forces had strict armor, or ground based armies at best.

Still from what I gathered about the Death Korps, a lack of anti-air means they well informed or disregard it entirely because their trenches are meant to take hits. I absently nodded kindly to several korpsmen that only followed my walk ever silently. None had ever spoken besides those thanking me for their efforts moments ago, I didn't find it strange or intimidating due to conversations Tartarus held with several commanding staff. It seemed from what I assumed, if they advanced in rank they'd be able to talk freely, or held enough seniority given newer korpsmen which streamed in consistently hadn't uttered a singular word verbally.

"Least they're pleasant to talk too, if they ever do say something." I grumbled while coming around a bend I noticed an impressive constructed bunker built partially into the ground, it'd been routinely inspected and constantly adjusted by hundreds of various Kriegers who effectively worked together and never once slowed in their back braking pace. Not a single sound was ever made, or spoke save for an occasional senior ranked korpsmen halting an entire section for a brief respite. Most had shed their greatcoats to work in padded uniform, or had taken their tops off entirely with helmets exposing youthful faces probably only six, or eight years older than I'd be technically.

Unlike most bunkers which were confined I knew from being inside previously it'd been fitted to be more spacious underground. It stretched easily underneath already fortified trenches to go further to withstand substantial bombardment, or kept on expanding towards a city, or so what had been hinted from this regiment's commanding officer. If he's not willing to assist me, I'll have to do what Tartarus has done. Invoke Inquisitional authority, I do have that right as an apprentice and the rosette I have is an official sanctioned object. But I know I just don't want to use it, my teacher did it and likely I'd be antagonizing an already dangerous battlefield risking my life needlessly.

Two heavy bolter teams were guarding an entrance leading into said bunker as I stopped to inform them, "Acolyte Eius is requesting a meeting with Colonel Von Agilulf, I have need to address Inquisitor Tartarus's delay." Out of several dozen Kriegers who stood there naturally silent only one reached downward to press a vox device implanted on his helmet's side plate. Words were possibly spoken softly, or outright muffled yet I patiently awaited confirmation. Alicia and Anora stood behind just as equally patient, if not a bit curious since they hadn't expected me to formally go through their command since I knew inwardly it'd signify cooperation.

I'd an absolute fool, if I didn't try to garner resources and experienced soldiers who know the battlefield. Going off alone, I know Tartarus would flay me alive but at least I'm taking precautions to do something useful. I sourly thought given about my teacher's habits, if she wasn't dead which seemed likely but time kept gnawing at an undeniable consciousness. She was never late, or even displayed such things when not informing me at all. If anything I knew an inquisitor well enough to know no vox contact, or psychic contact after a whole fortnight signified signs of something going amiss and I had to find out why now!

The lone vox operator looked towards another who nodded once, "Acolyte Eius." His muffled voice only stated simply, "You may proceed to the war room, Colonel Von Agilulf will see you. May the Emperor protect you." Already feeling slightly happier I noticed all re-breathers tilt their heads when I nodded smiling to thank him properly, "Thank you, master-corporal. Soon enough victory will be met on this world to bring these rebels into proper submission and earn the wrath they chose, be safe and the Emperor protects."

Lifting up goggles which got cleaned again for possibly a dozenth time out of sheer reflex once I moved past them. None seemingly stopped staring mainly out of curiosity, or perplexing confusion since I'd never insulted any of their regiment ever since arriving. But the same couldn't be said for Tartarus shrewdly implying they weren't so effective given how an entire city hadn't fallen after a year of siege, or various troopers poking insulting accusations of these soldiers being muted freaks of nature. Only myself, or those of Anora's contingent remained civil and I'd mentioned to Tartarus if we'd be able to conduct makeshift lessons of faith to the Emperor to keep busy, if she ventured out inevitably which was dismissively allowed posthumously. And more so the commanding staff readily agreed since a lack of faithful shrines were in dire demand.

Who knew mundane acts lead into growing respect and tolerance, an irony since you called it unnecessary Tartarus. But I had to keep busy, or go mad if I can't train my psychic connection since you ordered me to only do it, if it's absolutely necessary. Every action had been monitored within steel clad orders I couldn't disobey, or risk being sent into torture chambers until the inquisitor was satisfied to know I learned lessons of consequence. I'd been fortunate ever since succeeding in completing a task she'd ordained months ago, if anything I'd just barely escaped that fate mainly out of unexpected circumstances pertaining to Chaos's presence.

Ironically enough I'd been amusingly told she'd hadn't orchestrated everything I'd encountered which I secretly doubted presently. You sent me down there to die, so I'm not going to think twice without putting that knowledge to scrutinize whatever you say to me, Tartarus! I vowed silently clenching fists to go underneath partially lit corridors feeling heat simmering beneath flesh. Apart of me desired so much to unleash fire, rage and have that inquisitor regret putting what little cared I about in such perilous dangers that I bitterly knew ironically, all of it saved me. In hindsight I'd grown more powerful in these months, far more confident and I held rare experience to expect considerable dangers when facing daemonic influences.

"Still doesn't mean I respect, or want to do this out of concern alone." I whispered bitterly since it all seemed coincidental I'd have to risk death, or corruption again because of signs which normally wouldn't have been noticed by human ignorance. I have to find out, or Emperor willing I fear the consequences of ignorance when I have power to do so. But doesn't mean I'm going to rush head long into a war without getting help, or to be prepared as much I can do. Hopefully I'm betting on these Death Korps to be willing to lend assistance to get into that city, a task I have a gut feeling they'll happily do it, if only to win out this stalemate.

Lights flickered several times when audible tremors struck to have myself prepare mentally for negotiations. Several Kriegers moved past without masks yet their eyes glinted unnaturally due to them having lived in such environments, I'd found out by asking one trooper whose rank granted him ability to speak as a person because he'd found an object from a las-pistol I dropped unintentionally. I'd strained to find it during a darkened night yet he'd plucked from in between loose gravel as though it were glowing, I didn't even remotely react disciplined but only was genuinely amazed. The trooper only found my questions rather amusing, if not rarely appreciated when asking about Krieg's past and how they'd become the regiment few dared to doubt ever.

Easily following another corridor descending further underground I noticed overhanging wiring, panels and other sorts of communications equipment. Those cable were extensively networked all through trenches leading to where I'd been stationed, or further out in case of wireless vox cast frequencies being scrambled and most were on occasional being jammed. But as a psyker I only had lesser and coincidentally far more dangerous signs, if I couldn't reach anyone technically which got me down here presently. Yet ironically I still had one means of communication which was still located inside this very bunker.

Absently I pressed a small device to speak verbally, "Skit! I'm heading towards your location, verify." I didn't need to wait long until a monotone static voice echoed obediently as always. My servo skull floated from around another bend where four corridors meant in one square to announce, "Confirmed Acolyte Eius. How may I assist you?" That lone mechanical eye's red beam briefly scanned my entire form as I smiled faintly to see another thing familiar on this planet, "I'm in good health, Skit. How are you holding up with all this dust?"

Walking past his floating stationary position as modest heat built up when following just behind my left shoulder, "This unit's machine spirit is optimally performing with blessings of the Omnissiah and as per your litany of purification, acolyte." It'd taken extensive weeks of preparation to bless Skit's entire frame from those more inclined to do so, I did the Emperor's rite of protection when I'd been deemed suitable to perform it under scrutiny from the Sororitas personally. They acknowledged in time I'd be proficient save for several specific rituals on their order performed, I considered it a humbling notion I was capable in that regard.

"Glad to know someone thinks I'm doing better, Skit!" I voiced amused to have him remain quiet while following myself towards the command operations section, "Any word from Tartarus? Or attempts that you picked up?" I questioned seriously looking over to see his lone eye glow red considerably, I believed it to be processing information and requests at least. His reveal only sent a chill running up my spinal cord, "Processing, wait...error! This unit detects partial vox transmissions at three separate intervals in two standard days yet cannot verify sources, acolyte Eius...wait, error! Unable to deem suitable parameters for specific query, I apologize acolyte Eius."

That entire reveal caused my legs to freeze when I stared hard into the servo-skulls reddish orb. I asked again but with far more concern, "Skit!" It's entire frame twitched yet remained quietly obedient, "Was that transmission from a vox operator who was with Tartarus?" My servo-skull processed a question and command far longer to only confirm simply, "Yes, acolyte. Vox operator designated as, 'Ghost' which is Inquisitor Jalena Tartarus's call sign for Death Korp regiment in present area. Your designation is as confirmed as, 'Granite.'"

Apart of me inwardly wanted to scoff since I knew that insult from a star system away. I had rocks for brains, or what Tartarus deemed as inept stupidity. Still, it's better I know what to say and figure out if I do venture out. I thought considerably to only relent warily, "Then it's best I talk to the Colonel and figure out what's causing her to be so late to come back, Skit. You can verify my actions since Tartarus's orders are now considered irrelevant until priority if she's back, or Emperor willing she isn't dead inside that city, confirmed?"

The servo-skull replied without hesitation processing prioritization since parameters of orders had been nullified with failure of reappearance, "Acknowledged, acolyte Eius. Inquisitorial override is required to supersede your present established objective. This unit's machine spirit shall convey communications until Inquisitorial representative Jalena Tartarus overrides your new mandated mission, shall this unit begin establishing last known coordinates of vox transmissions?" I nodded confirming suspicions that something was already terribly wrong, "Go ahead and get it done, Skit. Sooner we can find a direction, it'll be faster to start sweeping for other areas nearby."

Earth shuddered in sheer intensity forcing me to look up partially alarmed and equally mystified since these barrages weren't methodical. Odd, I don't recall the regiment's guns firing rapidly and why do I feel incredibly uneasy? Glancing back towards Skit who had vox communication to monitor frequencies I only ordered simply, "What's happening up there? Skit, tell me!" We moved quickly leaving the two Sororita well behind, a sign I hadn't noticed until how quiet it seemed for some time now. They had to have been stopped by someone else, or else I'd doubt they'd have left me to venture alone which coincided with all these usual signs.

"As of one standard minute ago, Death Korp vox frequencies indicate a sudden aggressive posture of enemy combatants and artillery not reported freely unleashed firepower. All sectors are being showered by intensive bombardment." Incredibly unseen forces made me to use an arm stand to stabilize myself against shaking walls. Above muted explosions were rocking entire fortifications yet they held soundly. I shuddered since I already knew, I'd be going back out there all too son. Yet information relayed wasn't comforting to say mildly, "Unfortunately I calculate all Imperial positions from here towards opposite ends of this sector are now being engaged, acolyte Eius. The vox communication frequencies this unit has monitored indicate heavy enemy armor, infantry and other undefinable signs of a hidden support given their history."

True to my suspicion I didn't even stop to knowingly share my disbelief, "Aggressive posture? What the feck does that even mean?" The servo-skull obediently informed based on frequencies I wasn't aware, or even wanted to figure out considering we were incredibly close to one such hub of information pouring in. I only imagined the tech priest Val-Fex had instituted commands of Skit's machine spirit to keep me somewhat alive, or at least usefully equipped. Skit's mono-tone modulator crackled briefly, "The enemy is assaulting and attempting to break the siege, acolyte. Imperial forces are starting to counter-attack, if only just efficiently."

The quaking corridor soon ended leading towards distant chatter, lights and movement. I shook my head gritting both teeth when loose soil almost blinded me, "Fecking great! Emperor knows what's going to try to kill me next!" I managed to loosely resist wearing goggles again because I'd be hard pressed to do it commonly again. My throat itched briefly from inhaling sparse dust particles, but Skit's overpowering mass hovering exhaust port, beneath his frame shifted air enough to have me feel grateful. At least for sure, now I'd know he'd be able to withstand dust storms and hopefully have clear vox capability.

I took one breath of air to steady myself when walking into an ever increasing sense of urgency. Kriegers manning terminals, or silently conveying orders and updates into open microphone vox hubs were eminently to display highly trained discipline in quiet conversation. I glanced around seeing exactly which individual I'd sought out, I found him standing among all else near a holographic like map where movements were routinely updated. The Imperium's symbol of an aquila floated leisurely in four corners spinning lightly, an overlay and several other officers with the Death Korp insignia huddled around gesturing and pointing towards possible routes being considered. This was the man in charge of tens of thousands surrounding said position.

One lone greatcoat with decorative crests along interiors met my gaze in a darkened red. Medals lightly polished along an overlay on an exposed vest indicated distinguished experience in campaigns. His helmet stood out prominently with a golden plant just above eyebrows with eyes unfazed by artillery barrages. They gray near greenish glinting naturally like his fellows, I still felt disbelief this man wasn't even in his thirties based on what I'd glimpsed. He looked like any other Krieger save for the rank, a far more sociable outlook and yet his uniform remained crisp to standard. I watched a gloved finger gesture towards several red marked areas, I took one last moment to fortify resolve since things had changed rapidly since allowed entry.

My smaller frame still got me clearly eye level from a table which wasn't tall. Those greenish gray eyes looked up sharply never once losing focus as a soft yet clear greeting appeared, "Acolyte Marcos Eius, what brings you to my post to ask of me?" His expression wasn't disgruntled, irritated or even remotely surprised despite holding an upbringing where respect and formality seemed too natural when I smiled simply, "I apologize for interrupting you during a war, Colonel. I wasn't expecting a bombardment when I got here several minutes ago, if you're willing to hear me out."

The man who barely seemed twenty five years old smirked slightly amused, "Your presence down here is to signify a warning that your teacher proclaimed to me, nine standard days ago." My expression never lost a pleasantly pleased outlook even though I inwardly reached out psychically. Then you probably know there are odd signs, if Tartarus isn't back without communication despite that with her being late? Something is terrible wrong and I can assure you, Colonel. She's never late, or else I'd think she's been killed out in that city.

Colonel Von Agilulf never once flinched even he'd never been privy to know I, or Tartarus were psykers apparently. Yet his reflexive recoil faded to allow steel like discipline to make it appear dangerously bothersome, "You seek to risk yourself, or of my troopers to go on a venture to seek out your inquisitor? When she made it clear to myself, or others to not interfere despite you claiming reasonable parameters to disobey her orders?"

I wasn't intimidated by glowing eyes since daemons were far more dangerous in that aspect, "Her orders were nullified and superseded until she's back alive, Colonel. Skit can verify through Inquisitional authority of protocol, I'm not going to leave here until we both achieve something since I happen to respect your regiment, your men and they have no given no reason to doubt them! I know they'll get a task by the Emperor's will done without fail." Von Agilulf raised an eyebrow impassively since there wasn't a lie, or manipulation with my undertone when I faced him without fear and utterly confident to ask them directly.

"And why by our Emperor should I allocate resources to your cause, acolyte?" His impression seemed impassive given I felt sensations trickling towards mutual curiosity, expectation and earnest desire to indeed break an yielding stalemate which proved frustratingly bored. You want me to do something for you, is that it? Tartarus expected you'd to aid us, but because of that you're inclined to stick to what makes your regiment flawlessly capable to achieve victory? Am I right to suspect treacherous thoughts, or are you merely testing me on her orders?

The Colonel frowned warning me simply out of sheer irritation, "Never question me about the loyalty of the Korps, child." I raised an eyebrow daringly finding words simply as words of a man who hid behind them, "Then don't question my purpose and task which is crucial for the Emperor's will to see victory over these heretics, sir." Lack of formality already indicated both of us had found lines to not be crossed, I watched him as he did to me with little patience for games. Until his lips turned into a cold grin once he understood objectives needed to be met, achieved and ultimately earning another world for the Emperor's light to stand supreme.

"If you wish to search for the inquisitor, I'll have to deny my soldiers permission to stray off their intended mission, acolyte." The Colonel pleasantly smiled seeking a motive that cosigned symbiotically with my own personal purpose as I grinned eagerly, "Well fortunate favors us both, it seems. I do recall there's a wall, manned and I'm certain with expertise in soldiers who know to clear out trenches, I guess I can say I need a way in. If you'd recommend them at your discretion, Colonel then I can the inquisition appreciates your assistance and I'll never forget it to assist your regiment, if you'd allow it on a given future whenever we cross paths again."

Von Agiluf never missed an opportunity to gesture for me to peer closer at a map, "Scouts from various night raids among our enemy have pinpointed suitable locations. From the last vox transmission from Ghost's position, I'd recommend leaving at dusk and establishing footholds so the Korps can assist us unintentionally when we're clear to attack, if you have any better ideas acolyte?" Various officers stared quietly gauging every action I expressed, or scrutinized my voice. Yet I did neither to walk over to look down humming trying to balance a careful negotiation that'd offer mutual assurance, I didn't want to cross these men at all in all honesty.

One location wasn't too far yet beyond that lay several marked locations of artillery apparently as it updated frequently. If we breach apart of this city's walls, I'd like to believe destroying or hindering enemy barrages would make your regiment's position that much clearer to assault. I'm not one to risk myself for others, I know it's foolish yet in this instance it must be done. My gaze looked right up at an elder man who hardly seemed to blink, I smiled merely out of expectation because it'd be a first to do some good. But I don't have people underneath me who are expert demolitions, or keen in close combat, Colonel. Do you have any recommendations to make sure this mission succeeds while procuring multiple objectives, both primary and secondary for increased chances?

Again Von Agiluf hardly seemed fazed simply at first until he smirked a bit approvingly, "Few dare to offer us aid out of blind willingness, boy. But you do well to remember our Korp's motto, it'd save you regret knowing it." He recited fairly clear and unwavering to make me memorize it utterly, "In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement." I understood these men would die without hesitation as I held a link into his mind, it'd certainly felt humbling and awe inspiring to see men who didn't fear death naturally!

"Then it's better to die in my mission, we are subjects who give our lives because there's no greater achievement than to aid our Emperor's will. Nothing matters above all else, not doubt, fear or even knowing we'll die to forces which drive men mad." I remarked smiling as a subtle nod approvingly met that statement accurately. I wasn't keen on Krieger personality, mannerisms or even what made them tick given I had ample opportunity yet I refused to peer into this man's mind. Those eyes were enough to tell me one thing, if Von Agiluf wanted to achieve victory without cost or hesitation, he'd have to assist me because the Inquisition needed only their word to enact the Emperor's will upon foes who deserved death.

Like I promised my teacher Colonel, I vowed to become the monster everyone wishes she'd become every time. He merely raised another eyebrow unsure whether to find pride, or fact in those words given his silence. Yet he spoke quietly appraising such a lofty ambition, "Monsters and war go hand in hand, acolyte. Do well to remember to die is our atonement, but to become a monster you need war to give everything and lose nothing. To take everything and give nothing, I'd fear such a monster if only it'll never be sated with death alone."

That smile I held presently widened partially once I understood his double meaning as I lowered my head gratefully humbled. Then it seems we both need to find a monster, if you're willing to put those unafraid to face utter madness. The Colonel laughed softly gesturing for an aid who handed off a list most likely predetermined, or expected as per Tartarus leaving contingencies plans in place. I wouldn't have expected anything less, if the worse was coming to pass again. Either my fortunes from the Emperor were cursed, or blessed it mattered not save for achieving our mission on this distant world. As such I found myself prepared I'd go into hell again because it was my purpose, to fight an enemy that made men mad with fear yet I'd make fear wish monsters weren't real.

"There's a specialist detachment awaiting at dusk at your position, acolyte." Von Agiluf mentioned conversationally by checking off numerical lives as though it were common place, "Have them die well, or be cursed with irrelevance since it won't matter. But if you make it more, I'll have an entire battalion positioned to storm a city's wall where we'll make our deaths have meaning, boy. Don't disappoint me, or your teacher...please." He amended smirking to have me chortle since I understood Tartarus had prepared for something terrible. She'd prepared on myself to do yet another insanity of tasks because I was too dumb to not ignore it.

Unwillingly I brought my hands into an aquila stating formally, "Then on behalf of our God Emperor's holy Inquisition, I accept your mission and wish you blessings on an eventual worthy death, Colonel." His own smile merely appeared placid yet nodded nonetheless bemused, "May your mission succeed and forever know we of the Korps do not forget failure, or those proven to earn our merit if you'd have need of us, Marcos Eius of our God Emperor's will. Die well for purpose earned, or die atoned for our sins that we'll never be forgotten."

Through out exchange I only noticed Skit's mechanical eye glowing red brightly. I looked at him before smirking to give out orders, "Skit get Sigur and the Sororita to our staging point. We have a mission and we're going to need all the firepower we'll need, understood?" The servo-skull hardly faltered after his eye dimmed to confirm obediently as always, "Acknowledge official sanctioned Inquisitorial mandate until acolyte Eius has been deemed superseded by Inquisitorial authority of Jalena Tartarus, acolyte. Orders confirmed and mandated."


Sand whipped into my exposed face stinging every inch of flesh as internal moisture evaporated. I coughed lightly when staring at faceless corpses arms reaching upwards in petrified agony. I felt numb to look around see re breathers, lasguns and numerous skinless skulls with jaws exposed openly. So many died looking upon something so horrifying, too unnatural and as a result? They'd clawed their eyes out, or everything for a face because it'd been too much to withstand mentally and it'd drove every man mad to death itself.

Buildings half shaded met my entire surroundings whereas stakes impaled bodies of various ages equally hellish. Men, women, children and newborns all were arranged around in a circular angle with faces staring downward. None more horrified, or agonized save for blood leaking downward to mimic rain. I looked over seeing destroyed weaponry, a knife melted and various casings which littered every foot of open space. Whatever had happened wasn't meant to be destroyed by sheer firepower, or will alone because it'd been too powerful to be deterred. In short my death was merely in waiting, a soft reminder kept me rooted in resignation.

Musical humming seemingly flirted among winds as I turned around tiredly seeing a massive shadow emerge. It twirled, twisted and never ceased whenever it came across out of sight. Whatever it seemed, I witnessed an unnatural size and grace whenever it came within view. Yet it faded away appearing behind, or distantly at random but clear intervals. The musical harmonious giggle occasionally broke hums to eerily tempt those seeking it, or dared too.

Bolters discharged rapidly possibly another block, or two away yet they'd never reach me in time. I was within death's reach again, I felt crawling up my spine and every giggle signaled an impatience for every moment wasted. I looked over to see one faceless corpse I'd struggled to save, to help and yet I watched him die powerless. Whatever was around me, it'd been too powerful and far too deliberate to take delight in my suffering of unimaginable lengths. That damned giggling never ceased especially once tears fell silently, I never understood why these daemons feasted on raw emotion and now I had an inkling as to why.

The soul was too powerful to not exploit, to not ignore and to never be deemed worthless. I weakly got onto feet with legs trembling as a slight burning sensation grasped in a palm kept me focused. The purity seal which I'd blessed, had been blessed by others and represented holy resolve seared flesh due to tainted forces unseen. An overt pleasant sensation oozed around to corrupt, morph and inevitably turn any weak willed into damnation. I was the only living being capable to withstand it, I saw it and I knew what had to be done to succeed above all else.

I'd have to court death, to embrace it like a forgotten friend and it'd make me inevitably pray I saw another sunrise. Glancing once more towards a faceless corpse, "You wanted to die, but not for duty or atonement." Silence reigned when hands numbly placed arms crossed over a chest, I reached out and placed an entire re-breather to cover the eyeless face itself. No one would ever realize this particular death would be horrified, they'd die behind a mask and forever be entombed as an expressionless entity given the facade of fulfilled purpose.

"Seek me!" Those words lovingly drifted over wind, bolter fire and screams starting to arise around every block due to unnatural vocal cords crying out lustfully pleased. Snaps of las-fire interrupted them frequently yet their potency never dampened, "Seek me, seek me and I'll take thy away!" I didn't even need to glance back to know something had appeared, a musical melody of deceiving laughter and innocence drew so many into death's awaiting arms. I ignored it because it'd come for me out of thousands impaled filling an entire street.

The melody of sings turned into rhythms of undeniable innocence, "Do you seek me, or does thou of I seek me? For I am me, but you nothing to me but your whims!" Laughter innocently echoed around entirely as I stood up walking willingly towards an end of the street's vast displays of hellish ends of innocent inhabitants. My heart remained strangely calm yet adrenaline flowed to disrupt it as natural instincts cried out demanding to run, to flee far away and still be tempted by will alone to walk towards death itself.

My voice called out simply invoking what shouldn't have been tempted, "I seek one who believes to seek another, if thou ist prepared to meet." A pause emerged before joyful laughter and giggling seemingly appeared behind me. I didn't look behind in favor to move forward past piles of similar corpses all who'd clawed their eyes out. This entity responded almost coyly amused, "Thy seeks temptation of I, ist thou so sure? For thy soul so pure, but thou doubt is clear and yet I am me, for this is truth."

Sensations of an almost pleasing touch lightly traced down my neck all too easily making hairs stick up on end. I ignored it all too strongly to speak up again stronger, "You let my friends, those who I care about leave and unharmed. And then we'll see whose temptation is true, or but a lie." My anger dared to tempt an entity far beyond anything I'd ever expected, it'd be too intrigued and utterly be unresistant to not test my resolve. The very air warped as though being boiled, I saw buildings fading into murky oblivion when orange near crimson light rapidly moved in graceful displays of beauty, it'd been tempted and as thus invoked to commit.

"Thou's intent is indeed true, but alas of I am but perfection's mold to see through thy request. Ist thou heart pure, soul true and of thy words a lie itself?" It asked bemused to sing merrily when I stopped to glance behind seeing nothing except dust and boiling air. A shadow fled playfully since all attention focused on myself, it'd been indeed tempted naturally and as such I was now in arm's reach of death deliberately being teased. My hand arose to conjure flames from flickering embers to drive off encroaching darkness as it laughed all too pleased to feel I wasn't just mortal, I held power and strength to solidify will's intention.

Applause lightly given was followed by mirthful pleasure, "Ah, if thy ist true then flames of heart are but reflections of thy soul. Splendid, art is perfection and you hold it, if not but raw!" My facial expression remained idly amused to retort, "And are you perfect? Or is this a lie, if thy cannot be forced to truth and if not so, how is it to be true?" I questioned to continue walking towards a distant square where all roads met in one massive opening. There wasn't any need to linger on streets, too confined and far too easily exploitable save for open ground which set a stage of confrontation. It'd be suitable to do what had to be done inside that place.

There was considerable silence save for harmonious giggling, or humming echoing endlessly. I wasn't deterred to keep moving casually, alert and resigned to face something inhumane. It wasn't natural, it wasn't capable by the materium to enact horrors and yet still did so. No one save for pskyers could withstand such manipulation willingly, I saw that all too easily despite all efforts to shield those because I believed I'd be able too. But I was wrong, terribly wrong and now this entity feasted on misery since it'd effortlessly predicted everything. I was but a toy, an obstacle and now it'd come to collect because I'd been favored.

"Such pain I hear of thee in thy words, little one." The voice turned feminine a first, or blended into a smooth masculine series of tones since I couldn't decipher either for sure. It offered comfort, if not innocent assurance, "Among thy kin of many have I slain, thou is willing to entertain me, for thee is pure and yet hurt, a travesty of I to rectify." I laughed willingly to play a game of simple question and risks of graver indication, "If that is true, of thy? I decree as to why delay and speak half truths unless thou ist lying already to seek me, or am I but a liar too?"

The laughter joyfully reached higher levels of pleasure, happiness and utterly intrigued curiosity for sensations to grow stronger. I paused to shudder since it'd pressed an unseen force upon both shoulders, I distantly thought fingers were lovingly starting to claw into me. Yet nothing physical stood out as I remained alone on a distant street. Pleasant trickles of warmth caused me to gasp as I resisted falling into another trap set by it, I closed both eyes mightily summoning will to have it disperse gently away. This entity laughed all too pleased, "Thy will is raw art, a tool and talent, if thy ist willing to entertain I!"

Pressure uplifted itself to have me walk forward without too much hassle. I'd passed another test seemingly without understanding fully, but it didn't matter what it desired. I had a mission, a purpose and everyone's lives fell upon me to get it done. There was no other choice, but to move forward or die knowing I'd fall into damnation. This entity wasn't just another daemon, not like one I'd invoked and banished because if I tried...it'd kill me because of a name so vast, so alien and one misplaced sound spelled doom to speak aloud.

"Will thy dance with me, if thou soul and will so pure?" It questioned merrily as I responded without a doubt to smirk knowingly, "Only if thou upholds truth of I, if not shall thee lie and fail?" Wills clashed unseen whereas this dance was but a duel, of fate and death. I shuddered involuntarily only because I knew I had no chance to overpower it, no hope to defeat it as I was and yet I'd walk into hellish arms facing total oblivion, all the while knowing it was only throne forsaken chance to endure. Whatever this damned thing desired was irrelevant, what it wished or flaunted I'd never know if I didn't survive another sunrise. I had tempted it, I had caught it's attention and as such faced consequences for every action undertaken.

One powerful tremor shook air, earth and all in a fleeting sensation of senseless abandon. My legs froze when unnatural power oozed below as wisps of blackened crimson latched onto flesh, I hissed when it daringly tried to enforce will over myself. The massive shadow flirted in front to beckon me forward lovingly pleased, "Among thy kin, few dare to dance with I! Are thou pure, so sure and heed not thy temptation of heart, or soul?" It desired doubt to exploit, it sought because it'd be capable to hold more sway after my words and actions yet I resisted. I stared hard at first only to smile widely feeding temptation into an unseen enemy, a foe I'd knowingly die too and for all purposes it never once felt more entertained.

"Let my friends go, unharmed and alive." I repeated my request to seal my fate of doom and path of damnation tempting it successfully pleased, "Selflessness is but selfish perfection attained, for thy mortal kin lie upon I! Never have I seen thy of mortal kin inflict such joy upon I, for thou ist pure of soul, will and heart to call upon I, or is thou so sure?" It inquired joyfully fading behind to have unseen hands mischievously coming close to tearing off my skull, I looked over to see partially forming limbs gaining matter, flesh and blood from an enemy beyond the materium's veil. The warp itself seemed to burn and boil into a bubbling storm of tense anticipation.

I didn't hesitate when sensations of older memories seemingly returning as though lost had me laugh kindly, "Are we not dancing to your tune as you've ordained, daemon?" Utter silence met that daring question only for gleeful, pleased and unrestrained joy filled an entire street. My ears bleed subtly yet I ignored those sensations to cycle off pain receptors due to psychic might alone, "Indeed, of thy to note upon I! For thy and I, are but entwined and I am never undermined." A pull forced legs of mine to go against will yet I fell into it being lead into a central square. Smaller shadows all shrieked gleefully hungry and in unrestrained joy when they'd formed an entire circle, a grand stage set and among wicked musical melodies I stood without fear.

The shadow appeared towering above all as I stood watching with internal panic. It grew solid to sway, dance and hum in place all too innocently ignorant. A mask of sorts stood out as eyes behind slits fondly looked down, I held my heart strong yet it faltered when I heard it speak verbally. My spine trembled when it all but asked kindly, "Among they mortal kin, thou hasn't been but unique! Does thou wish to heed a selfish request of I, to remove thy mask and embrace perfection for ist thou heart is so sure of thy will...Marcos Eius?"


I gasped aloud when someone spoke my name urgently, "Marcos! Wake up!" I blearily cleared away fog as partial dreams, or nightmares seemingly faded away. Anora's helm greeted my exhausted mind as I smiled partially tired, "Is it time yet?" Light had faded among hundreds, or thousands of artillery strikes being exchanged back and forth for an entire day. Not once did it let up, or even fade as I'd gathered everyone to lead a mission into that damned city.

The Sororita seemingly inspected signs I wasn't aware given she implied, "You were thrashing and silently screaming in your sleep, Marcos." My kind smile remained in place to which she all but saw through tiredly, "What trouble's you?" I looked away still smiling thinly to only reply psychically to admit a portion of truth. I don't know what's going to happen we get inside that place, if Tartarus is unable send word, or get a message out? It can't be good, or remotely something we haven't seen at all, I'm afraid since I'll be sensing it.

Ahead of us lining up along a trench's ladders were probably forty, or fifty selected Krieg korpsmen who zealously prepared bayonets. Sigur stood behind them in full uniform, re-breather and mask with glowing green eye sockets seeing everything clearly. Alicia and Anora stood next to me in full armor, Skit hovering nearby constantly seeking to reestablish vox communication yet failed as expected. All in all it was a small strike force, to breech an almost undeniable fortified near impenetrable like wall, doing so to somehow search for the Inquisitor and Emperor willing somehow manage to make it back alive, if possible in hindsight. Ironically it wasn't even the most dangerous portion of our mission, I'd peg it to be ideally just another expectation to overcome.

"Have solace inside your heart to our Emperor to guide us, Marcos." Anora stated quietly to level a gauntlet like hand to firmly keep me in place, "Never doubt your growing strength, of faith and will. We have must carry weight of duty, of responsibility and you haven't made us doubt your resolve because of your actions." I resisted to flinch because recently actions were equally damning, or rewarding given what I'd just experienced. I didn't even know if it were true, or possibly just my own fears eating away at the resolve I'd managed to muster. Too many possibilities could, or would go wrong because it wasn't just simply dreams.

A daemon is inside that damned city, I know it because my gut and mind agree. I bitterly understood it had to be due being a psyker. Tartarus never mentioned anything beyond what I had been displaying, a risk equally disturbing and all too cautious to approach. What else am I capable in doing? Conjuring fire is already insane, controlling it I can't begin to understand how, plus breaking into minds and ripping knowledge out when it'd almost drove me mad to kill myself! Throne, if I wasn't insane I'd have too be since I wanted to keep pushing, to keep becoming powerful and yet I'm afraid because it'll drive me to madness!

Still I laughed weakly trying to find peace within an escalating war zone, "I guess being a psyker isn't exactly normal, Anora." Her armored helm shifted partially to look over seeing an edge of the trench where explosions consistently rocked earth easily, "No." I perked up curiously to hear her modulator crack partially due to loose static, "You're not correct because our order, as you know is not entirely clear when it comes to psykers, witches and sorcery when it conflicts with everything we've been honed to spot, Marcos. Already what you've achieved is equally terrifying, inspirational and it's because you do so willingly without asking for a thing in return."

I pulled out a metallic weight from my pocket to inspect it tiredly. It's cold surface reflected briefly light from moons partially obscured, "I guess doubts make us human after all." Remarking painfully aware of what it'd lead into, "But it's what keeps me anchored to do what's right, so far. It's not knowing what I can't control bothering me, Anora. Even you can't get around whatever strikes us, I can't keep preventing it reaching those who can't defend against it! Imagine a daemon that breaks minds, with but a word and whispering so naturally you'll go against in what makes you wish for damnation."

Anora refused to speak mainly to look over towards her fellow Sororita who'd overhead everything. Unlike most she didn't hesitate to advise, "Then fortify your resolve, will and faith to be tested everyday Marcos. Our minds and hearts are our greatest weapons against those who seek to corrupt, bend and destroy our souls, I wouldn't feel confident if you hadn't spoken up about what we think jointly within ourselves." Stepping over to partially sink weighted boots into mud, I saw her kneel and grasp my other shoulder to solidify actions with a fellow sister. They either had to be smiling grimly, or firmly confident because there wasn't any need to speak.

My psychic link reached outward to make me lightly scoff since doubt was furthermost from their minds entirely. I hate being a child, I can't help it! They both chortled finding irony since Alicia commented rather bemused, "And yet you're more an adult then most men nowadays. But even children have to realize they can only do so much, I'd reckon even our patron saint is wise enough to foresee future generations to forever hold faith above all else." Both Sororita nodded to stand up as I got up brushing myself off to do what needed to done. Nothing else mattered until we found out what was happening on this world.

Can't hesitate, or if I do everyone dies! I chanted simply several times to walk past them putting on goggles and lifting up cloth to conceal my mouth. Everything I held on my person was checked, double checked and prepared with prayer to have them endure a battlefield. As I approached the Krieg detachment I noticed immediately most held skull like masks yet a few held refined uniforms making them blending in with darkened light. They were trained, prepared equally to inhumane degree and not once made a sound save for one. Three chevrons stood out faded on a shoulder patch as he addressed me formally soft in tone, "Acolyte Eius, praise to the Emperor for I'm thankful you're lending your assistance to the Korps."

I offered my hand to which he firmly shook despite it eclipsing in sheer size, "We have a mission to complete, korpsmen. We'll get it done and inevitably reclaim this world for our Emperor, I'm humbled and grateful Von Agiluf placed his trust in us to do it right." The faceless mask only looked down before he introduced himself formally polite indicating respectful intentions, "Indeed, we do! As such I'm Master Sergeant of the 45th Grenadier platoon assigned to the 25th Siege regiment granted right to be address as Engel Adalwin."

No one soldiers ever addressed themselves so detailed which indicated rank and seniority from another youth. He hardly seemed older than the colonel based on tone, "Marcos Eius." I returned to recite formally since it was now a pack of assistance, "I'm an acolyte and sole apprentice of Jalena Tartarus underneath the Ordos Malleus to our Emperor's holy inquisition. May the Emperor protect us as we venture into death, Sergeant Adalwin. I trust in your korpsmen to lead us straight, true and we'll bring retribution to our foes, or die in knowing we have our sins to atone in death." I recited partially from Von Agiluf which made a Krieger nod once before turning to his platoon silently giving out orders, preparation and awaiting signals to advance.

My eyes fell upon a looming city shrouded in almost complete darkness. Explosions thundered endlessly to flash briefly illuminating tens of thousands who died crossing a no man's land, I wondered if any of us would meet that end. But I couldn't doubt myself now! It was either time to die, or succeed to forever have none understand a graver threat loomed inside those walls. Not one soul among us besides myself had a chance to defend against it, warn others or inevitably become the thing everyone feared most.

Faintly I heard two words calling out from beyond a trench to make my fists enclose around one blessed piece of holy metal. It burned sharply when I heard two words cooing as though taunting me ever so deliberately. Seek...me. I snarled when I heard a sharp whistle followed by Adalwin lightly tapping my forearm to begin moving. Without hesitation we charged up a trench to descend into a ditch and I began my first sanctioned mission of the inquisition which lead to only two outcomes. To my death, or to begin a path through damnation itself!

End Chapter XIV

Author's Note: Oh yes, I finally got around to getting into my favorite regiments of all time. The Death Korp of Krieg, I'm sure I've got a few details twisted because everyone knows these soldiers yet I'm willing to bet everyone who reads Warhammer 40,000 will always know how these glorious bastards operate, dress and act in combat. Hell say to I'm beyond thrilled to do so, really I finally got myself to get here to make it happen, by God! I mean what more do you need to understand what in the actual hell is going to happen?

It's fairly simple to get things done, if one prepares themselves to do it. The red flags are everywhere in this mission, I mean if Tartarus is late, or doesn't communicate at all? Well, I guess one has an obligation to seek out and find out what has happened. Now that is a question I can only answer through writing and inevitably having you figure it out. Plus I wanted to address one particular issue, or another pertaining to psyker's in this instance.

Premature awakened psykers are heavily handicapped because they were naturally allowed to grow into their potential. An unbounded one is incredibly dangerous, if not outright suicidal if they are taught or even instilled fundamentals that make me into the far deadlier game changes they'll become as adulthood reaches around. Bad-asses learn from mistakes, experience and eventually shift their mental mind sight over time from realizing some things have to get done. Marcos is still young, a child and he's incredibly hard pressed even for me to write out, if anything a kid his age is doing incredible things at a fairly decent clip...in my opinion.

In fact one can argue that these so called, 'dreams' are not exactly what they seem to be! Believe me, I really would love to have this kid go from incredibly gifted into some alpha tier scale, but I'm not to be spoiled by mundane growth of typical variety you seen in some stories, or a half-ass explained route to attain such a goal. I like quality, pacing and if people don't like it? Well...don't read it, I guess and find what you like because it's what I do, in all honesty.

But then again I'm a critique seeking attention whore, I want to see what's wrong and correct it because it's how I get better. I love 40K, I just I had a lot more free time to hone it and get a professional career to make something more out of passion alone. But alas, I'm content to write out things for fun and enjoy the reactions. So I trust you all to have a good week, be safe and may the Emperor protect you on your journey!

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