IMPERIAL REPORT #06 2016-06-01 0710

From: Lord Inquisitor Arotias

I sheathed the power sword into its scabbard, then replaced the lazrifle's power cell and kept the cell without charge, to recharge it in the future

My new friend took the initiative and exited the room first, I followed.

He directed himself towards me and stated "This ship is not prepared to resist a tyranid attack, the thrusters are offline, if the sector is being attacked by a tyranid fleet we cannot remain in this sector, and if we do we will eventually be devoured by the tyranids"

I stared at him blankly, and whispering said "Then… what should we do?"

This time he stared right into my face and answered "The only hope we have of getting out of this sector is to restart the thrusters and enter the warp, then hopefully we will make it out of it alive, or use the eldar equipment the inquisitor has been stealing lately, land on the surface of the planet, make it to the eldar entrance to the webway and somehow, make it to the other side".

My head went from 0 to 1000 in a second after hearing like 3 things I did not know what the heck they were, I regained my composure and asked "okay… what's an eldar? And that webway and this warp… ehh sorry I'm not very informed"

He replied "Naturally, the Imperium goes to astonishing lengths to prevent its citizens from knowing many, many things. I would like to give you a longer and more detailed explanation of each of this things, however time is short, and I don't want to be in this sector once the tyranid fleet is done with that planet over there, basically the eldar are an ancient race of assholes, they will try to kill you or rape you depending on which kind of eldar you run into"

I startled replied "Wait what?"

He answered "Details, there's not much time to explain it thoroughly, the webway is the way the eldar travel between sectors, on the other side the warp is where the demons exist, it is also the means of travel the Imperium uses for travel between sectors.

We must take a decision, we can both release the other prisoners and attempt to hijack this ship, or we could try our luck with the inquisitor and pretend to be part of the crew, find out where the Eldar equipment is stored and make it out that way"

I looked at him and asked "Wait, you want me to decide? Am I even roughly qualified for that? Look I am a simple civilian"

He replied "I know, we know who you are, everything is going according to the plan of lord Tzeench, you need not fear my lord was well aware of this encounter taking place, he has been planning it since the longest time.

Now, you must take a decision, whichever you make, I will follow you."

I answer "I don't like either of those plans"

He looks at me startled "oh?"

I keep speaking "as I see it, this ship will be overwhelmed by tyranids, however this ship is multiple kilometres long, somewhere in this ship there must be a landing craft, we can use that to get to the ground and from there to this webway you spoke of.

However there is a problem with this plan, we cannot hope to just simply walk into the hangar and expect the inquisitor to just simply allow us to leave, therefore it might be convenient to release as many prisoners as possible, heck some might even be willing to join us, I mean come on, who would want to stay in this ship?

Anyways, as I said we release as many prisoners as possible, take some with us to maximise our chances of surviving the tyranids on the ground and once chaos ensues in this ship we steal a landing craft and make our scape in it.

He looks at me worried "you might be underestimating the prisoners of this ship"

I reply with a stare filled with curiosity "huh?"

He goes on talking "This ship is filled with countless dangerous xenos and heretics, I understand your train of thought however there is no guarantee they will not try to kill each other, or us as soon as we release them"

I answer "You say that as if we had better options, to be honest the way I see it is this: we either get gutted by the inquisitor once she learns I released a prisoner or we get eaten by tyranids, to be honest I think I would prefer to try my luck with the tyranids, they are ugly, they are disgusting, they are deadly but at least they aren't intelligent beings which will chase you to the galaxy's end".

He answers "Very well then, I shall follow you. Let's make our way to the other cells and try to find some rational people wanting to get out of here".

And so both of us began opening every single door we could find in that seemingly endless hallway.

The first door we opened held a dead body; the body lacked a head, the fresh blood still pouring from the hole that once was the neck.

I have to admit that it wasn't pretty at all, but that was not my first time seeing a dead body, in the planet I come from corpses are a common sight.

In the chest of the corpse there was something written, I walked closer to take a better look at it. The writings were not writings at all; they were quite literally open wounds, still crimson blood slowly dripping off them.

The wounds read:" I shall never betray again"

I think to myself "must have been a traitor guardsman, but these wounds… these wounds were made by nails, could it be…? The inquisitor forced the man to do that to himself?"

I kept on going with my newly made friend, opening doors, one by one, in the hopes of finding someone that was capable of thought.

We found many prisoners, most of them were not...human at all. There were some orkz, animals which I did not recognize and some disgusting creatures which I… I don't even know what to call them. Calling them demons wouldn't be enough, they were disgusting, some had tentacles growing from their bodies, some others their skin was quite literally falling off.

That was when I came across a very strange looking door, at the side a small message displayed "For trash disposal"

I thought to myself "Well… that is very specific, it must be another corpse"

As I walked away I heard a noise coming from the door, like someone kicking it, in the deathly silence of the hallway it was clear the noise was coming from the door, there was no doubt that someone was kicking the door on the other side, perhaps calling for help.

I hurried back to the door, my newly made chaos friend also made his way to the door after hearing the noise, he clutched his weapon, which was less of a weapon and more like a ripped off tyranid arm, tightly.

I slowly moved my hands towards the control pad for the door, and chose the open door option.

IMPERIAL REPORT ENDING #06 2016-08-19 0809