Shadow of a Doubt
Chapter 6
Rythor slowly moved them in through the entrance after they had snuck past the sentries out front who were too distracted by the fire suppression crews that were now trying to put out a few hundred gallons of extremely on fire fuel. The rest of Gungnir moved slowly with him, each legionnaire keeping their movements slow so as to allow the active camouflage to have its maximum efficiency. Rythor and Mychil had both maglocked their stalker bolters back onto their armour and drawn their suppressed bolt pistols as well, armour penetrating Kraken rounds loaded into their bolt pistols for maximum firepower in a pistol.
A quick blip over the vox had the entire squad duck onto their knees and press themselves against the wall. Bachus had signalled for a contact, the legionnaire keeping his helmet optics to prey sight. Rythor quickly did the same and saw that a small group of heat signatures along with a much larger one was heading their way, the hallway they were in surrounded by a few small vents and a large space up ahead where the pipes and other tubing for the cruiser lay. The heat signatures were just around the corner so the squad moved quickly. Activating a magnetic feature on their armoured gauntlets, they quickly climbed onto different sections of the ceiling spacing, the active camouflage melding in just in time to see a white armoured Astartes of the Angels Evermore march a few mortals dressed in coveralls with grease stains out. Rythor quickly marked the traitor marine as the primary threat, the mortals didn't seem to have any communication equipment on them other than tools.
"Bachus." Rythor quietly whispered. The marksman had his suppressed bolt pistol extended and aimed carefully before pulling the trigger. The suppresser spat out a three round burst of kraken penetrator bolt into the back of the marines armoured helmet, dropping him without even giving him a chance to gasp or roar. The thud caused the other mortals to turn around and one of them almost screamed before Mychil dropped down and grabbed the mortal by his mouth and clamped it shut. In doing so, he revealed himself in the blackshield coloured power armour he wore. "Emperors mercy.. it's his Angels.." One of them muttered as he stared at the apothecary. "Hold fire." Rythor quickly voxed. The way the man muttered his words and the way the other mortal made the sign of the Aquila gave him pause. Rythor would give the order to clean up. The traitor Astartes body would be carried up and shoved in between the various piping to hide him, with his bolter mags taken from him. The others, they would quickly grab with armoured gauntlets clamped over their mouths and taken with them. Rythor was the only one who had his hands free and led them further down the hall, keeping prey sight on.
After a few minutes, he spotted an opening on the hallway and checked it quickly, before entering with his bolt pistol raised. It was a storage room it seemed and was quite large, holding about four dozen boxes of things such as extra batteries and the like. Rythor gave a nod and reached onto his backpack, retrieving three skull probes and released them. The probes were programmed to remain out of sight with stealth fields active, and provided much needed surveillance. The probes would exit the room and begin snaking around the cruiser through the high ceilings while Rythor gave the nod to release the humans. The three of them, two men and a woman looked at the four legionnaires with not just a bit of fear but also awe.
"From what you said mortal, are you loyal to the Emperor and the Golden Throne on Holy Terra?" Rythor asked, while behind him the other legionnaires had power daggers drawn. The first man nodded and made the sign of the Aquila. "Lord, I am Shipmate First Class Laurence Stibborn. This is Engineer Second Class Roy Thomson and Petty Officer Sarai Timbers. We are.. captives. Unwillingly forced to operate this ship while this madness around us brought traitor Astartes and the ruinous powers." The other two mortals nodded, the Petty Officer seemed the most shook up by this. Rythor looked at them for a moment. His sensors stated that all three of them were showing the biological responses to telling the truth.
"Why should I believe that? You are found on a traitors ship walking along with a traitor Astartes." Rythor asked the three. The Petty Officer shakily spoke up. "My Lord, I don't know how to make you believe us. We remain loyal to the Golden Throne and the God Emperor of Man." Rythor glanced over at the apothecary who gave small nod before reaching into his medical pouch and producing a syringe. He gave each of them a third of the dose that was already loaded into it, the three falling down for a moment, choking momentarily before the effect seemed to wear down. "Truth serum. Now I ask you again. Are you loyal to the Emperor and the Golden Throne?" The Sergeant looked at the three of them. "Yes Lord we are." They answered as one. No effect could be seen on their bodies. He nodded and asked another question. "What are you three doing on the ship?" The Engineer answered this time. "The cruiser is resupplying, it's made to be refit. Right now it can only carry humans so some sections need to be made higher for the traitor marines. Also multiple parts of the engine need to be repaired. As well, the hydraulics for the launch bays do not work properly so that needs to be repaired as well." No lie, still. If they had lied, their nerves would be on fire right now. "What about the cannons?" Rythor looked at the three of them. "Lord, the cannons are operational but the shells have only been partially loaded. It's only carrying a quarter compliment right now, the reserve magazine only." The Petty Officer answered.
"Good. The three of you will be accompanying me. Denlow, watch over them. Which way to the bridge?" The Sergeant checked his bolt pistol as he asked the question. "The quickest way is to keep going the direction you were already going, and then when you get to the end of it, head straight left and go to the elevator. The elevator opens directly on the bridge." The Shipmate answered this time while nervously glancing around.
"Good. You will lead us there." The veteran Sergeant announced before gesturing for his squad to follow him. This was the time for deception. "You will lead and we will follow. You may not see us but we will be there. Understood? Any sign of faltering, or betrayal and we will end you." The three nodded and Rythor gestured for them to go ahead. He had checked the servo skulls, no real activity. Some menials walking around here and there but no other Astartes seen for now.
As the three mortals walked ahead, Gungnir followed them with their active camouflage on once again. Once they had gotten to the end of the hallway, there were quite a few other crew members all around being uniformed members of the Bloodsworn shoving them to where they needed to be. As they got closer to the bridge, Rythor would send his skull probes closer, the small cloaked servitors sending its information via a live video feed into Rythor and the other Gungnir members helmet feeds. Instead of the elevator, they took the stairs as it was much easier in terms of space to get up there and once they exited the stairs, the elevator would open to reveal another traitor Astarte who stepped out and looked at the three mortals.
"What are you doing here, wretched dogs. Were you not meant to go check on the engine bay? And where is Brother Dienesces." As the mortals looked at him and blanched for a second, Rythors bolter coughed a three round burst into the Astartes helmet, sending him collapsed onto the ground. "Alright, we storm the bridge now." The four legionnaires stacked up on the bridge entrance and prepared their weapons. At a single vox command, the four of them stormed into the bridge with their bolter pistols out, firing at those who carried a weapon. White uniformed Bloodsworn soldiers died as an entire dozen of them went down in the first few seconds. However a blast of bolter rounds quickly forced the squad to take cover. Rythor swore, as he had no way of getting a skull probe through to the bridge but he wished now that he had tried to find a way. Standing next to the command throne was a 10 foot tall armoured giant in all white armour. "Enemy terminator. Find cover now." Even though the warning was pointless as the armoured giant simply laughed through its speakers and fired a long burst from his storm bolter, a long hammer clutched in his left hand.
"We're blown. Go loud." The Sergeant ordered as he clamped his bolt pistol at his thigh and picked up his stalker bolter, checking the meltagun slung underneath. Mychil fired a long burst at the terminator, the Cainite rounds causing multiple holes to appear in the armour but no penetration. The light green acid hissed for a moment as they only managed to etch the tactical dreadnought armour, the tank like armour holding against the primarily anti-personnel ammunition.
"Re-position." Rythor hissed the order as he tossed a krak grenade into the room. As the four retreated, the mortals hiding behind a blast door with their eyes open caught a sight of the freshly singed terminator exiting the hallway. "Come loyalist, come see combat perfected." The krak grenade only managed to blast a small chunk of armour off the traitor terminator. Rythor who was hiding in the corner with his active camouflage on move quietly to almost point blank range and fired the meltagun point blank, triggering it three times against the traitor terminators limbs but the melta lacked the full power and barrel of a real melta gun. The terminator simply turned and smashed his stormbolter into the Sergeants chest, sending him sprawling against a wall.
Rythor could taste blood as he watched the terminator raise his stormbolter and pull the trigger. However, a loud crack sent the burst of bolter shells high over him. Down the hall, Denlow had his sniper rifle out and had just sent a high powered round into the terminators elbow joint. Thanks to the melta blasts from earlier, the joint now locked and the terminator growled in frustration. The rest of the squad opened fire as well, multiple cainite rounds smashing into the armoured giant, and while most of it had little effect on the almost one foot thick of armour on his breastplate, the rounds destroyed elbow and joint servos. Struggling up, Rythors helmet were beeping at him of multiple injuries in his body. Coughing a few times, he could barely hold himself up. The terminator growled at him and began to move slowly towards him but the veteran Sergeant took aim and sent aimed shots through to the terminators leg servos, the servos shutting down as the blast from the multiple melta caps finally froze his lower movements for good. Down the hall, the two marksmen carefully lined up their shots and fired one after the other. The first round took out one of the crystal eye holes, while the second round blew the traitor terminators brains out, the helmet keeping his brains inside still as he just froze, his life gone while the armour held him up still.
Mychil rushed to Rythors side and quickly injected him with combat pain killers and another chemical that would send his legionnaire biology into overdrive, multiple internal bleeds clotting in seconds as the combat pain killers narcotics and combat stimms had the Sergeant gasping. By now the alarm had been sounded as the terminator had reported it in. One of Rythors skull probes was sending him images of Bloodsworn troops rushing towards the cruiser. "Lift it off, NOW" The Sergeant roared out as he pointed his stalker bolter at the mortals there. Unsure of what to do, one of them stepped forward only to be knocked down with a burst of autopistol fire. The legionnaires all turned and saw that the Petty Officer was there grimly holding an autopistol. "There are loyalists here Lord, and traitors. Permission to execute the traitors?" Rythor nodded as some of the crew snarled and started to try and rush Gungnir and the three loyalists. Sarai started firing at the crew members that she knew to be traitors while Gungnir stepped in as well. Wielding power daggers, the snarling crew members were picked up and efficiently stabbed through just under their rib cages and upwards towards their hearts and lungs, broken bodies soon littering the floor.
"They're our salvation and our prayers come true. In the name of the Emperor lift this cruiser up!" The Shipmate called out and the remaining crew quickly began activating the cruiser seeing that the legionnaires were not simply another chaos warband. As the ship began to lift off slowly, one of the crew members called out from the console. "Lord Astartes, we have intruders heading towards the bridge." Rythor took one look through his skull probes and nodded. "Take care of them Mychil." The Apothecary nodded and smiled a little before he checked his stalker bolter. "Gladly Brother Sergeant."
He would walk out of the bridge and shouldered the stalker bolter, aiming the electronic sight down the hall. Soon enough the doors to the elevator would open and two traitor Astartes stepped out with a small group of Bloodsworn troops. The traitors growled and opened fire almost immediately with their bolter, forcing Mychil behind a blast door. However, he was not just an apothecary, the 8th did not produce fools. He leaned out briefly just to toss out a smoke grenade and waited for it to fill the halls. However, smoke grenades were never just smoke grenades when it was thrown from hands trained by the Legion.
With his active camouflage on, he carefully moved through the smoke, walking past one of the traitors easily before placing a krak grenade against the Astartes backpack. Ducking back, the Astarte turned and began blind firing but Mychil was already flat on the ground. The primed grenade detonated, the explosion slicing through the Astartes vitals. Reaching forward, he would grab the other Astartes ankle and pulled back, slamming the traitor face down on the ground. A three round burst from his bolter into the traitors helmet ended him. Then looking through his preysight at the human cultist troops, he clamped his bolter and drew something that was carried by every member of Gungnir; a long handled one side power axe. It had a sharp pike end at the back to spike into helmets and the like while the front had a large viciously curved blade. Activating the powerfield around the axe blade, he flew into the mob of human troops rending what was twelve humans into pieces on the hallway floor. "Threat neutralised brother." He would call through the vox. The cruiser it seemed was on maximum burn now and began lifting.
Rythor finally caught his breath, his internal bleeding seemed to have stopped and his body was regulating itself again properly. "Target the shipping platforms. One round each, fire." He growled while the crew began to input targeting information into the ships guns. Then one by one, the guns fired. "Once more. Fire." Pain staking minutes lapped by before one of the crew members finally confirmed; loaded. The batteries fired again, and this time the tall platforms toppled over causing mayhem. "Now get us out of here." He ordered. The crew began working even more and the cruiser slowly began to take off from the atmosphere. A new plan was forming in his head and he smiled a little inside his helmet
"How many of you wish to continue to serve the Emperor?" The Sergeant asked the mortal crewmen who were currently piloting the cruiser towards the atmosphere. They all looked at him questioningly. "If you wish to continue your service to the Emperor, then I will take you all with me. If you do not, then you may remain with the ship."
"I think I speak for everyone, Lord. We all wish to continue our service to the Emperor of Mankind and the Golden Throne on Terra. We are not like our kindred that have all turned to the side of Chaos. We will serve, Lord." The Shipmate said in response. The mortal crewmen all looked at Rythor and nodded. The armoured Sergeant smiled. "Your valour does you credit. Very well, we will take down the enemy cruiser in atmosphere. However, we have much to plan."
A few hours later, the SDF was in atmosphere and its engines were being powered up. It seemed that the traitor battle barge had spotted them and begun to turn to engage them. "All power to the shield. Maximum thrust on engines." Rythor ordered. The legionnaire smiled underneath his helmet as he and his battle brothers looked on.
Inquisitional Strike Cruiser
"My lady, there is something you really need to see." Captain Nemus said as Inquisitor Laneth walked in, accompanied by the ever present Warmaster. She was about to ask him what before blanching for a moment as she saw the SDF cruiser heading towards the Astartes battle barge. "It seems there just might be some loyalty still left on Tythen V." She commented idly and looked on.
"Death in the Emperors Service is its own reward." The Watchmaster stated through his gasmask as he looked on. The Inquisitor nodded at this statement, while many thought the Krieg grenadier to be mindless, his loyalty was iron clad. But he still had the tactical acuity as well as a sharp mind that was the foundation of good NCOs in every Guard regiment.
"Will they make it Captain?" Laneth gestured for a crew member to begin recording what was very well the last mission of the loyalist cruiser. "They just might. They might not kill the battle barge but the battle barge will hardly be in a position to defend the space around Tythen after that either." The experienced former Naval Command officer replied. The battle barge finally completed its turn and had begun targeting the cruiser with its firepower. Plasma cannons, missile launchers as well as macro-las cannons had begun bombarding the cruiser although it's shield held for now. At the last moment however, its void shield flickered slightly showing the amount of damage it had actually taken. Even the battle barges bombardment cannons started firing but the cruiser still headed towards them, even as pieces fell away as the battle barges firepower began to take its toll.
"Emperor on Terra.." Captain Nemus breathed out as the cruiser rammed itself into the bridge of the battle barge, both vessels began crushing itself against each other as multiple explosions could be seen at the point of impact. "The battle barges bridge was just taken out. Command and control is probably down. Anyone capable of keeping it afloat will probably be dead or in the void." The Inquisitor thought out loud. The fact that there might be loyalist still on the planet just made her chances a lot better.
The two warships were deadlocked against each other as it began to fall towards the planet. Neither engines received any orders to thrust one way or the other as there were no more crews to speak of that could affect either vessels. Their bridges had become wreckages of plasteel and ceramite, the two locked together vessels now massive coffins for its occupants. The gravitational pull of the planet began to pull them in and soon enough, they began to accelerate as it burned through the planetary atmosphere. More than an hour later, the steel dreadnoughts would punch a massive hole through the desert and into a massive underground ocean and caused massive tidal waves throughout the underhive beaches.
"Contact the teams on planet, now. We need to know what the hell just happened." The Inquisitor snapped the order at the Watchmaster who bowed and made the sign of the Aquila before marching off towards the communication room.
Rythor smiled even as the mortal crewmembers looked around terrifyingly. "Do not worry. We are quite safe. Hold your heads high mortals, not many can claim to have a battle barge kill in a planetary defence cruiser." Gungnir as well as the shipcrew were inside the cloaked Stormeagle. Servitors had been activated on board and slaved to the controls programmed to impact on the traitor battle barge precisely where the bridge was, where the weakest point was between the rear engines and living quarter areas, and the front where the bridge and weapons control was. The legionnaire Sergeant had been hoping it would have snapped the battle barge in half with the impact, but the SDF cruiser lacked the speed to do so. However, as long as the battle barge itself was destroyed then it was simply another objective achieved. Cut off the traitors from their orbital reinforcements. That still however left a large quantity of cultists and traitors on the planet itself.
The Stormeagle began to drift slowly towards the cloaked Kilo Zeta strike cruiser, the tech marine pilot gently firing the accelerators to direct it towards an opened launch bay. "Sergeant, I do believe that even the Primarch himself would have had reservations about your plan." Artificer Tierros said over the helmet vox while the rest of the squad chuckled at his comment. The Stormeagle had docked at an airlock with the ship while it was heading towards the battle barge and evacuated the legionnaires and the human crew on board. Then right before impact, it had started firing its engines and started drifting towards here the cloaked strike cruiser was.
"The Primarch himself would have looked at me blankly and then transferred me to baby sit new initiates for this. However, needs dictate." The Sergeant responded. While it was not necessarily a punishment to train new initiates, it was not a duty that would traditionally fall to veteran reconnaissance sergeants. It was usually the Seeker squads and tactical squads that would take on the task of training new initiates.
As the stormeagle docked into the strike cruiser, members of the Gamma 6-7 were waiting with hellguns at port arms as the legionnaires exited. Following them were the human naval crew that looked around with blinking eyes. Few had ever been inside an Astartes strike cruiser, especially one as old as this that went back all the way to the Great Crusade. The legions human troops would escort the new crew into the medical bay for checks ups while Chief Apothecary Armand was there waiting. With a few tsks at the state of the Gungnir Sergeant who was now limping once again after the combat stimms and painkillers had worn off. "Sergeant, you look like you have been hit by an Iron Warrior warhammer. Again." The senior apothecary had his helmet locked at his belt, his face old and gaunt even though the small green hydra tattoo was still quite visible on his cheek. His head was shaven bald as was the nature of many of the Legion.
"Close my lord. It was a traitor terminator that smacked the Sergeant soundly with a storm bolter." "Answered Mychil. Rythor gave him a look which had some mild annoyance while the other members of his squad chuckled. "Of course, laugh at the one who just survived a terminator level stomping. The rest of you seem to be markless." The Sergeant responded.
"We had the good sense to stay out of the way of a terminator brother." Brachus answered as the chief apothecary cracked a thin smile at this. "Regardless of how you got these injuries brother, you are due in the medical bay for treatment." The Sergeant nodded and began to head towards the medical bay.
He was surprised however, at the presence of Kyreg who was there waiting. "Commander? I thought you were conducting operations in Eashenge." The legionnaire Commander shook his head. "No, I was needed here. We have some interesting developments." As soon as you have been checked out by the Apothecary, report to the hangar bay."
The Sergeant slammed his right hand against his chest in a traditional Legionnaires salute before heading off to the infirmary. Kyreg headed to the bridge where Chief Artificer Maygis was waiting. "Bring the cloaked object up on the screen." The techmarine ordered the minute the Commander had stepped into the bridge. An outline of a vessel could be seen hiding behind a small cluster of asteroids. "What is it?" The legionnaire commander sighed as he asked the question.
"Right now, unknown. We have been passively scanning the areas as per protocol and we discovered evidence of another vessel cloaked. Further investigation found the vessel. It looks to be a cruiser sized vessel but that is all that is known to us." The tech marine reported.
"Very well. Prepare for boarding action. Xythos and Gungnir squad will board." The tech marine nodded at the Commanders orders and began giving orders. Of course the way of the Legion was not to attack in a hail of fire but one of silence.
A few hours later the boarding torpedoes had been prepared, as well as jammers had also been prepped to fire. The boarding torpedoes on board the Kilo Zeta was not the usual type but rather had a piloting system on board. The Legion struck with precision force, not with overwhelming force the way the sons of Pertarubo might have or the sons of Rogal Dorn in breaching actions. Kyreg looked over the two boarding torpedoes and nodded. Along side them in the torpedo bays were jammer torpedoes, loaded down with signatures that would give returns that were consistent with space debris or asteroids. Gungnir squad had exchanged their precision sniper rifles for stalker bolters as well while Xythos squad had re-stocked on ammunition.
"Alright. Sergeant Rythor, your target will be the engine room. Xythos, we will take the bridge. Possible boarding locations have been marked. The Emperor expects." The legionnaires all nodded and entered their respective torpedoes and awaited. A few minutes later, the light inside the boarding torpedoes blinked to red and they were on their way. The pilots were servitors who had been programmed to do one thing only, get the torpedoes to their exact locations. Kyreg closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, breaching actions were where he had started off after becoming a full fledged legionnaire from the initiate training squads. He remembered the days of breacher shields and bolters locked to the breacher shields, firing as they went into heavily defended xenos and non-compliant human vessels.
"Adjust trajectory, right behind the bridge." They had no clue where the bridge was but Imperial cruiser design was relatively the same in terms of bridge placement. Usually near the middle, and top side. Gungnir had been fired towards a kilometer or two in front of where the engines would be.
Soon, a loud crunch could be heard from the inside of the torpedoes while the drillers started to work and the pressure began to equalize. "Torpedo docked." Kyreg blipped an acknowledgement on the vox to Rythors report and began to await the breaching drills to finish.
"Inquisitor, we may experience a slight bit of turbulence in a few moments." The Captain reported calmly. It was quite common in fact for such occurrences, especially in the void where an engagement between two ships had just occurred. "Will it affect the cloaking device Captain?" Laneth asked casually as she read from a data slate detailing her surface teams progress report. "No, the system had just detected some pieces of the ships that are travelling towards us. Quite common I assure you my lady, but it may prove to be .. rhythmical." The Captain replied.
The inquisitor laughed at the way the warship Captain had phrased the answer. "Perhaps it has been too long since you have stepping foot on a planet. I would not call debris shower a rhythmical experience, I would call debris showers nerve wrecking, hoping that a piece doesn't fly through the bridge viewing ports."
"I suppose that is a worry. Although having been on a ship for so long, it is not something which I pay much mind to anymore." Laneth laughed at his answer, it took an unusually skilled individual to be employed by the Inquisition. She looked at the data slate again. It stated that while the planet was under traitor control, there were still sporadic firefights occurring in both the city centers where remnants of the Arbites or loyal PDF soldiers were conducting geurilla attacks. It detailed even that through a combination of luck and sheer numbers, there were Astartes casualties as well caused by the loyalist troops. The Astartes themselves had landed already and were in Lorhenge taking over the capital and fortifying it while corrupted former Sisters of Battle seemed to act as the leaders for cultist troops. That was disturbing to say the least as members of the Adepta Sororitas were pious and loyal to the core. That was something for her colleagues in Ordo Hereticus to pay closer attention to.
She looked up and tried to speak again but found herself unusually tired. It seemed the crew was as well, as everything suddenly turned to black. The last thing she saw was the Captain holding onto the command console and falling down on the ground.
"Knock out gas in optimal spread Commander." Mytis checked his combat auger again as the Commander nodded. "Stack and breach." Xythos had deployed knock out gas, placing them into any vent openings they say before pulling the pins on them, sending out powerful knock out gas that was meant to be used on Astartes leadership targets. Many unit commanders in the legion days as well as now in the chapter era of the space marines forgo wearing any helmets in order to inspire their troops. For those of his Legion, practically mattered more so than any show boating. Kyreg moved towards the bridges door as Xythos followed behind him. "Chief Artificer, the bridge has been incapacitated. Begin docking and board with Gamma 6-7.
Gamma 6-7 had a history and lineage that would have been the envy of any second founding Space Marine chapter. Their lineage traced all the way back to the Geno Seven-Six Spartocid Regiments, who served under the Legion during the Great Crusade. Out of the few thousand in the regiment that was assigned to the 8th, there were a few hundred remaining now, an elite force that served from parents down to the children who grew up in the Legion strike cruiser and learned how to fight from experienced veterans. They never recruited from other human sources, only from the Geno Seven-Six stock. More than common soldiers, they were trained to be elite troops, commonly employed by the Legion in roles that would find a squad of Astartes hazardous to the secretive nature of the operations they found themselves in.
Kyreg opened the bridge doors and found the entire bridge to be unconscious. Nodding, he gave a gesture as his troops still cleared the room. Anyone who was armed would be disarmed.
Once the Gamma 6-7 troops had come on board, wearing gas masks as they went into the bridge following the path of their legionnaire masters, they quickly began to carry any mortals they found back in. "Emperors blood. Commander, you'll be quite amused at who this vessel belongs to." Kyreg looked over at Mytis who was checking the non-uniformed members of the bridge. Kyreg walked over as Mytis took from the unconscious woman a rosette with a stylised "I" on it. "The Sigilites children." He smiled, entertained by this. The Legionnaire commander had a great respect for the Emperors Sigilite, amongst the first few decades of his Legions life, many of the orders and commands came from Malcador himself. Those of the Trefoil who were developed separately from the other legions. The executions, the humanists, and the assassins. The Sigilite knew the role of the assassins well. Well enough that very few still knew that the Inquisition was the most public of Malcadors creations. The hidden one was the Assassinorium that those who knew of it feared it.
"Secure them. We have much work to do, and this disruption needs to be dealt with." Kyreg ordered as the Legionnaire strike cruiser began to dock against the inquisition cruiser.