Inquisitorial report XA9942-O4/TIDE- Date *******- Intercepted by Astropath ********- Macragge- Inquisitor ********** ********
Ultra Top Secret-
Lord Commanders eyes only-
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Infected Terminator Marine engaging Imperial forces on Helios Alpha- Lineage Unknown- Name unknown- Alias/association "Tide bearers/Flooded ones"
Designation "Scourge"
My Lord,
For the past 16 months myself, and a small, little known cabal of the Ordo Xenos have been involved in investigating a conspiracy that may well spread the breadth of the Imperium- From the highest nobles to the lowliest guardsman. A destructive, parasitic new strain of creature has begun to spread through hive cities like a silent plague, transmitted through airborne means as well as through contact.
I must apologise for being so brief, but my time is limited.
The plague has already spread to my fleet. The system in which they investigation began has fallen.
At first, we believed it to be some form of blessed archeotech, capable of completely curing any disease it came into contact with (Similar to the rumoured Panacea STC) as well as actively defending human populations against the forces of Kaos and tyranids. The truth couldn't have been further. In our hesitancy to act, Mechanicus assets refused all orders, actively sabotaging any and all attempts at containment. It just so happens that their technologies and leadership had been infected by a strain similar to the pict attached. Within 24 hours, the "Tide/Organism-04" went from one city to 10. 4 hours later, the rest of the planet had fallen. Within 4 hours, the infestation purged all Imperial, Kaotic and Tyranic forces. It felled the deathwatch marines and reanimated them for its twisted purpose. It took control of all Imperial warships and transports.
It quickly became apparent that our situation was hopeless. In a final attempt at containment, system wide exterminatus was attempted. The key word was attempted. "Orders" from inquisitorial forces to stand down were delivered system wide by High Inquisitor ********, my mentor. Somehow, he had sucommbed to the infection. May He-On-Terra bless his soul. This was not the doing of the man I knew. Meerly the creature puppeteering his corpse. All revelent research has been attached to this messag-e-a-f-safd-f-dff-dsfdwqqqqqqqqqqqqqqdsssssssdscxccz\sewr*993o3k13m413n413n431n413 gfgg_::::;
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Connection re-establishing-
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Connection terminated.
The Lord commander lowered his data slate. His hand met the ridge of his brow, the holographic image of the infected marine still illuminating his patrician face.