Faint fire of candles illuminated the metal desk that rested along the back wall of what seemed to be an office of some kind. A hat rested at the edge of the table, next to a small pile of books. On the other side was what seemed to be a pot of ink, and a chain necklace with the Imperium insignia haing at the table's edge.
Sitting at the table was man, in a long leathery coat, armor along his right arm, and his brown hair neatly in a ponytail. The man's face was pleasant, with a defined jaw, wonderous blue eyes, and a scar along his nose and down his left cheek. The man was writing in a book, seemingly near its end. This man was Inquistor Malikoth Roth.
Malikoth held a pen carefully in his hand, tapping the point on the parchment. He was staring at what he wrote. It was a journal -a journal of his life- recounting almost everything he went through, minus most of his days in the Inquisition.
The Inquistor continued writing on the page, his eyes never leaving the parchment. Malikoth finished soon after and shut the book closed. Malikoth heard a door open, and his gazed turn toward it. He saw the rest of the Gothic almost cathedral-like room his office was, with dark and grimy colors.
At the doorway was a crew member, standing at attention -hands behinde their back-, their uniform simple yet regal. They quickly saluted the Inquisitor. Malikoth stared at the crew member with irritation on his face, stating to them -without a word- to speak.
"I apologize for barging in Inquisitor, the Lord Captain requests for your presence on the bridge," the crew member stated quickly and efficiently.
The Inquisitor irritated lifted into a charming smile. He stood and grabbed his necklace, putting on his neck: he then grabbed his hat and put it on.
"One would think he out ranks me by the way he words his orders," Malikoth began, his voice like slik, sounding like the temptations Slaaneshi demon if one had their eyes closes. "Though, I am curious to see what the good captain wants."
Malikoth stepped out of his office, entering the long and industrious halls of the ship. The crew member marched behind him. Servitor skulls flew by, as the crew who saw the Inquistor stopped and saluted him.
Malikoth held that smile on his face, his chin high, and his hands behind his back as he walked. Holy statues stood tall by the large door leading into the bridge. The Inquisitor stopped and bow his head for a second as the crew member walked in front of him, opening the grand door to the bridge.
"Sir, I have brought the Inquisitor," the crew member reported, his voice firm.
The bridge was as grand as the rest of the ship. A single upper plateform stood over everyone who worked below. The rails golden, contrasting the dark steel of the rest of the ship. The windows were more closer to that of a church. Standing on the platform was the Lord Captain of the vessel, Captain Salazar Corpman.
Salazar wore a regal blue tailcoat with golden trim, over his left arm was a blue half cape with a under color of red. His right hand -robotic- on the hilt of a power sword sheathed along his waist. A neatly trimmed beard covered his face, his green eyes staring toward the crew member.
"Good, you may go, Theron," Salazar stated his voice gruff and commanding.
The crew member left, just as Malikoth properly entered the bridge. The Inquisitor's eyes waundered about the bridge, his smile still on his face. Malikoth dragged his hand along the railing as he walked toward Salazar.
"So what requires my attention, captain?" Malikoth asked his blue eyes resting upon the captain.
Salazar let out a sight sigh, his gaze turning to Malikoth, his eyes carried a tired irratation. "You received a message from fellow inquisitor, Inquisitor Roth."
Malikoth kept smile and gave a slight chuckle. He rubbed his fingers as if he ran across dust on the golden rails. "Way to make possibly getting a new assignment boring. The Emperor blessed us excitement, Rouge Trader."
The captain rolled his eyes at the Inquisitor's response. Unfortunately for him, Malikoth decided to talk a bit longer. "Though, I do hope you didn't listen to it, that would bad for your situation, seeing how it would most likely be classified."
Salazar tensed briefly. "I only heard your name, and then I turned it off and called for you, Inquisitor," Salazar responded.
Malikoth laughed as he walked toward the communication table at the edge platform. The Inquisitor adjusted his hat as he pressed a few buttons."I'm kidding, you should really learn to loosen up, Captain Corpman, I might mistake your for a fellow inquisitor," Malikoth chuckled, flicking a switch on the tableA new voice came from the table. The voice was feminine and harsh, demanding attention from all in the room. "Inquistor Roth, this is the Segtoria Conclave. We have an assignment for you that we believe will suit your skill set. Currently, the Hive World of Terranorth is undergoing a minor rebellion."
Malikoth smile fell slightly at the word rebellion. He was hoping for something more exciting than doing the jobs of the local PDF of the planet. Salazar noted the change in demeanor. He had seen it in his few travels with the Inquisitor, which he found rather odd.
"However, the local Planetary Defense Force have discovered many unknown symbols we believe to be related to the heretical powers Chaos, and would like for you to investigate. The planet's governor will be expecting you, Inquisitor."
The message finished as Malikoth smiled came back tenfold. His eyes filled pride and excitement. "Now that is interesting," he began, his voice rising with command and pride. "Lord Captain, set a course to Terranorth, and prepare a ship for when reach the planet, so we may depart immediately."
Salazar raised an eyebrow, his glare falling onto the Inquisitor. His green eyes remained on the now pride filled agent of the Imperium. "We?"
"Yes, you are under my surveillance for a few more standard years, Rouge Trader," Malikoth stated with a smug look on his face, walking away from the captain and towards the door.
Salazar grimaced at the thought of it but soon sighed. "Yes, Inquisitor," he sighed reluctantly, as the large grand doors of the bridge closed, indacting Malikoth left. "Set course for Terranorth!" Salazar focused on the now closed door. "For the Emperor," he muttered to himself.
Malikoth marched down the gothic halls of the cruiser. His hypnotic smile glued onto his face. He reached his private quarters, which were two rooms connected together. He entered the office room, where he writes and thinks.
Malikoth stepped toward the desk and placed his hat by the pile books. Malikoth took his necklace and gripped it in his hand before stepping through another door stationed side wall of the office.
He entered his sleeping quarters, gripping the necklace. In the quarters was a bed in the corner closest to him, and along the furthest was a shire dedicated to the God-Emperor. The shrine was filled with books, candles, symbolic items, etc.
Malikoth Roth kneeled before it and prayed with a smile on his face, not one of a facade of smugness, nor pride. No, his smile was one of gratefulness. Now he promised he would be worthy of this.