A/N

my most sincere apologies for the delay, i just can't seem to find a good way to progress the story from the guardsmans point of view. as such, i shall continue to world build, and set up the story in a way that will make it much less difficult in the long run to continue.

have no fear, this is a chapter, just not a diary one.

a shall repent by taking a five day phosphex bath. much screaming will come of it, but when it is over i shall emerge a new man.

or dead.

whichever works.


the inquisitor resisted the urge to place a live grenade in his mouth and pull the pin. he was after all, on a very important mission, and to die before it was over would be extremely rude.

he decided to bang his head onto a desk instead.

repeatedly.

"i cannot for the life of me, fathom how you managed to survive your trials wolf" he spit out.

the marine shrugged his shoulders. "honestly it surprises me as well. i mean, i was the town drunkard before i was chosen for the trials, which is strange now that i think about it. i was only 10 years old at the time. actually, now that i think about it, that was probably how i passed them"

the inquisitors eyebrows furrowed. "you passed a space amrine trial, blackout drunk?"

the marine nodded and spoke "well. yes, but i was an exception to the rule."

"and how, pray tell, were you the exception?"

the marine shrugged again.

"i had a habit of drinking the mead hall dry." he grinned "i still do, now that i think about it"

the space wolf began to laugh, a loud boisterous thing that could've woken the mepror himself.

a groan sounded from the floor which brought the duo back to the mission.

"by vects spiky ballsack, why are you mon'kiegh so loud, would it kill you to tone it down?"

the drukhari groaned again as she came back to full consiousness, before realising she was tied up in rebar, thanks to the efforts of the astartes.

"huh? what? LET ME GO!" she screamed in rage.

"no." came the deadpan reply from the duo.

the dark eldar hissed in anger.

the inquisitor turned to the marine and spoke. "i think it is best that i do this interrogation, i don't have to remind you about the ork do i?"

the marine sniffed and began polishing his ceramonial daggers, crafted from a pair of ork tusks. "i have no idea what you are talking about" he muttered.

the inquisitor rolled his eyes and turned back the eldar.

"ok xeno, i'm pressed for time, so i will keep this short and simple. where is the STC fragment?"

the eldar hissed again but spoke "and why should i tell you anything human?" disdain clear in her voice.

"because us three are the only living people on this ship" he spoke.

she tilted her head in confusion, "what's that got to do with it?"

the inquisitor rolled his eyes again "it means that your kabal leader is dead, I'm no expert but I'm fairly certain you don't become leader of a dark eldar strike force by looking pretty"

he frowned "unlike some people" he muttered under his breath.

the xenos skin went pale as she realized how dire her situation was.

"ok, human, lets not do anything hasty, I'm sure we can come to an agreement!" she laughed nervously.

the inquisitor raised his eyebrow. "just like that? i was expecting more resistance from you"

the space wolf muttered under his breath, "the drukhari are all milkdrinkers, it isn't surprising she would be so cowardly"

the human hummed and stood up "so you know where the fragment is?"

the witch nodded her head vigorously. "yes! yes i know where it is, if you release me i can show you!" a hopeful look on her face.

the space wolf chuckled. "do you really think we are going to let you go eldar?" he snorted, "not a chance in hel*"

the inquisitor hummed again, "well we can't leave her here." he clicked his fingers as he got an idea.

turning to the space marine he spoke. "carry her" he said simply.

the marine grinned, "I'm beginning to like you milksop"

the eldar began to thrash as the marine approached her.

"DON'T YOU DARE MON'KIEGH, DON'T YOU FUCKIN-"

her screams were cut short as the marine hoisted the wytch onto his shoulder. "right then" he grinned. "point the way girly"

the eldars screams of rage made khorn proud.


A/N. *hel is the Nordic term for hell, pretty fucking simple. of course, they were Vikings, soooo...

welp, I'm going for that phosphex bath now. toodles.