IMPERIAL REPORT #05 2016-05-31 0600

From: Lord Inquisitor Arotias

I felt my consciousness slipping away, I wanted to give in and drop on the floor, suddenly my entire body felt massively heavy.

I gripped the sword tightly and resisted the urge to fall.

Then I moved towards the panel door and attempted to use the close door function, the panel displayed a different message this time, "system failure"

The door didn't make any sounds this time, and didn't close either.

The room was silent my heavy and fatigued breath was the loudest thing in the room, I sheathed the power sword.

I pressed my back against the wall, slowly letting myself fall. I sat at the bottom of the wall with only the company of the power sword and the prisoner.

What should I do? I asked the prisoner, he answered with laughter and then said "if you don't know, then how am I supposed to? Reasons are what give people meaning, a reason to live, a reason to die. If you lack a reason to act, then why act in the first place? However a man must know his reasons, and those reasons belong to the man and the man alone"

I answered with "it is true, after all once you know the reasons of a man to act, and the man becomes predictable"

You should never reveal your reasons to anyone, people will take advantage of your reasons, and they will twist them in ways to benefit themselves.

What gives you a reason to live? In truth that reason only belongs to you and only you, even though you might feel pain, even though your body might be crippled, it is that reason what makes you cling to life so strongly and refuse the gentle embrace of death. After all we are only temporal, but does this mean our lives are not worth anything? Does it mean we can't achieve anything meaningful?

Yes that is exactly what it means, no matter how hard you try, no matter how strongly you cling to your reasons death will eventually catch up with you, all of that which you have built will disappear and your existence forgotten.

And the most ironical thing is that human beings always forget this, they forget the fragility of their own existence, they forget how fragile their lives, beliefs, societies and ideologies are, but regardless they choose to expose all of these to the world, as if casting their luck to the wind, they show the already fragile to other monsters just like them exposing how naïve they are.

In the end… nothing, nothing remains, no one will remember. In the end… only lies, all of those that stand by your side will betray you; in the end the only truth is that you must face death… alone. Completely and absolutely alone, with no one by your side, no one to take care of your wounds, only yourself to lick them desperately in a vain attempt to live on.

People call me negative and depressing when I tell them what I think, but isn't this the horrid reality of life? Isn't this the situation I am in right now?

Yes, the world is my enemy, and I shall deceive them all, never to reveal who I truly am to any of them, making myself unpredictable.

The future is grim and nothing can give you a reason to live except yourself, it doesn't matter how, it doesn't matter what, deceive yourself if you must, but you have to reach that dream which seems so far away, you must cling to this illusion called life and rise above all others to reach true knowledge, you will be despised by all, you will be hated by all, but this is the only way, any other way will fail. Mankind has lived in filth for too long, mankind has been suffering a long and agonizing death, they cling to false ideals to deceive themselves about what is right and what is wrong, in the end right and wrong does not exist.

All that there is, all that there has ever been is your existence, you might not exist in the past, for the past does not exist. You might not exist in the future, for the future does not exist yet, but I do know something, you exist right now. And that is all that matters.

My words may sound treacherous, they may sound false, but heed my words, even though you are consumed by the deep and horrid darkness which twists and evolves around you, it is not a part of you, you must rise above the filth which surrounds you, and you must break free from the clutches of those who want to control you. You are not one of them.

*I get up from the ground and move towards the prisoner*

I remove the cloth over the prisoner revealing a man, a normal man; the only difference was the mark of chaos upon his shoulder, I could not recognize to which god be belonged, after all I do not belong to the chaos gods.

He smiles "aren't you too young to be in this ship?"

"That doesn't matter anymore does it? After all I am already in it" I replied

The man allowed a small laugh to leave his lips "hah, well spoken"

I took a quick look as his body to further enhance my knowledge of the man; he was a well-built man, with muscles clearly developed beyond what any normal human can.

I began staring at the strange cuff he seemed to have in his neck.

He said "your first time seeing one?"

I didn't reply

Don't be afraid I don't bite, after that he barked like a dog.

With a huge grin in his face he said "what is it the tyranid eat your tongue?"

I reply "no I am just simply trying to figure out what the heck this thing is meant to do"

He replies "that is meant to contain my psychic power"

"So you are a psyker of sorts" I replied

"I am not a psyker of sorts, I am a psyker, the imperium thinks my kind must be exterminated, and so the chaos god Tzeench showed me mercy and saved me"

I answered "if I release you, would you kill me?"

"I thought I had already told you, I am looking for revenge against the bastard that captured me, he killed everyone I knew, I can see it in your face, you want revenge too, perhaps you could help me out of this sticky situation and I'll help you get out of the ship, besides by the looks of it you are wounded"

"Should I trust a heretic?" I replied

"What do you take me for? I am not one those imbeciles from Khorne who kill for the sake of killing, besides I would owe you a big favour for getting me out of this situation, perhaps I can convince Tzeench to get you in as well? I bet he'll be more than pleased to have another helpful subject"

I answer "I am not interested in joining you, my revenge lies within the heart of the imperium, I cannot risk being revealed by even the most miniscule detail, however I would appreciate your help in getting out of here"

He replies "very well"

I release his necklace, then his hands and feet.

He slowly gets up and looks at me; he grabs my right shoulder, and tells me to stay still.

He proceeds to remove the arm of the tyranid that still pierced my shoulder, I complain "wait Th-a"

He quickly hushes me and presses his hand against the huge wound in my shoulder, I feel pain.

He then removes his hand; I look at my shoulder again.

The wound is no more, I say in amazement "wow, that's incredible"

"Our lord provides much in exchange for our loyalty, this power could also be yours, should you desire to join me, once you have achieved your revenge find me."

He heads towards the door and I tell him "hey don't you want to take the lazrifle? It isn't immensely powerful but it is something"

He looks at me, then looks at one of the dead tyranids, suddenly he grabs once of the arms of the tyranid and rips it off cleanly.

"Holy shit" I say out loud. He replies with "our lord gives us strength, I need not the weapon you offer me"

"To be honest I thought chaos heretics would be crazy psychopaths always lusting after blood, I suppose those are only Khorne's followers" I thought to myself.

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