THE VOID
"RED MANUM VERITAS"
SHIP OF THE INQUISTORIA
PAINTED WITH THE SKELETON of some great mythical beast, the shark-shaped vessel called Red Hand of Truth Folded back into 4D space and seemed to pause momentarily before proceeding. Needing neither clumsy FTL drives nor Mass Effect drivers nor Relays this ship of the Pandemonia effortlessly jumped through space to what they called the "Silent Pivot". The ship did not move, the space around it did, its engines bringing two points together to be crossed as one crossed a street. It suffered no relativistic penalties and could go in moments what could take hours through a series of Relays. It had limits of course. One could not – for instance – jump across the Galaxy in a single Fold. The further one went so the likelihood of becoming lost increased. Theoretically, a single Fold across such a distance could be made, but for simple safety's sake, they were not attempted. A jump from Compression to Pivot? Nothing at all.
The Inquisitors aboard the ship were the most feared soldiers of the Pandemonia, called the 'Hand of The Echo' and the 'Song of The Beloved'. They were free of pain, of fear, of mercy. As the tale ran, only the most devout, the most fanatical ascended to Inquisitorial status and were handpicked by the Beloved Herself. As a sign of their devotion they were locked forever into their fearsome red armor painted with the skeletons of dragons, armed with terrible weapons that burned and scored and flayed. It was said that past a certain level of damage an Inquisitor's armor simply self-destructed and suicide charges were common in fierce battles. Their lives meant nothing to them, only that the heretics and unbelievers fall, only the True Word be Said and Heard. They had no names - so ran the story - nor sense of self, utterly incorruptible and moved only by the Will and the Beloved's Word. Aside from the Lord Remnant Himself only an Inquisitor could draw near the Beloved, so trusted were they.
The Captain of the Red Hand was delineated only by her helmet which had been shaped into a grimacing dragon's face, while the others were smooth and featureless save for their paint. Behind her, her fellows went about their duties as solemn and silent as the grave. Her Second joined her at the screen where the immense Alpha Citadel hung before them.
"The Silent Pivot is before us." He told her in his flat voice, made hollow by his helmet. "Scanners show many await us."
"Dock." She ordered. "The Beloved Bids us leave it empty. Prepare."
"The Beloved Commands." Without further he turned, waved the others into order.
The Corrupted awaited.