The year is 257M42, Zachary Carrus and Michelle Ionza are at their respective peaks as Commissar-Techriach and Commissar-Interrogator respectively (I might write more here).
Vengeance and familiarity.
The Inquisitorial Coven was set. The High-Inquisitor sat robed at his terrifying throne which had made more than one mere mortal which had been brought before it tremble with true terror as he or she had gazed upon the golden arm-chaired chair which perched upon it was a figure of terrifying proportions sat in a suit of golden powered armour with two huge powered fists on it. He had a bald head with chiseled features.
Before the dark steps in front of his throne were a quivering prisoner. Face heavily scarred, one eye even missing, he looked around the cowled Inquisitors who scowled at him sitting around the u-shaped steel-table. The man clad in gold stood up accusingly pointing his finger straight at the shivering man while he growled with a terrifying voice. "Death Cult Assassin Ragnar Leadback, you are called here to the Inquisitorial coven Alexandira to stand trial for your treachery at Matarra III where you..."
He trailed off as the man slobbered on the floor as the High-Inquisitor roared. "Inquisitor Pryor, read his mind." An old man with a goat-like appearance stepped forward in his black Inquisitorial robes, before long Leadback was laying writhing on the floor slobbering as his adamsapple had long since been tortured away. The old man croaked. "Nothing new my liege, he is still beyond all belief-"
Farther he didn't come before a loud bang filled the room alongside that of a few flashbangs and the roar. "Assassins spare the guards if practical, any Inquisitors resisting and you carve them into frakking fish-sticks!" Just as that was said by a harsh baritone voice several Death Cult Assassins leapt into the room. The guards put up a brief struggle before the assassins had them disarmed. Though it helped one assassin murdered an Inqusitorial Storm Troopers that cracked loose a few shots towards the approaching female assassin with absolute fury as she carved blood-eagle into him where he stood making his intestines and bones come inside out while cutting through his heavy cerapace like it was cottage-cheese and some of the Inqusitors scrambled onto their feet. The ones with psychic powers soon fell screaming to the floor with blood gushing from their orifices as something truly unnatural stepped into the room.
An assassin from the most rare of the Officio Assassinorum, the Culexus stepped into the room wearing his terrifying gear making even some of the seasoned Inquistiors tremble in fear. Behind him followed a blackclad unimpressed commissar who then yelled. "Commissar Ionza, take out the shelter!" Immediately a loud bang followed as it got very bright and all the Inquisitors dove for cover.
One landed too close to the door and the commissar gave him a savage kick bashing his face. He was dead before he landed as the commissar growled. "Monster take care of the wretched lighting-rod!" The tone which he used betrayed his pure hatred of the Culexus Assassin who just nodded and headed over to the remaining psykers. A few of the non-psykers heard he whisper some ancient words in a long forgotten language as he bent over each one. Then they saw a black stream emit from the nose, mouth, eyes and ears to the Animus Speculum balanced at the left side of his skull. Or at least that was one of the last things they swore they saw due to the madness and fear-inducing assassin in their midst.
Finally the High-Inquisitor gathered the courage to emerge from hiding behind the throne bawling out. "Who in the name of the God-Emperor dares disturbing-" The commissar getting his meltagun up as he strode through the room screamed back with his voice tethering at the edge of madness. "I frakking dare frakking High frakking Inquisitor Metellus Ephort!" Ephort's eyes widened in fear. He remembered the commissar from over one hundred years ago at the purging of Campodia IV. It had been a long and hard-fought war which had devastated the planet as they fought against the Waaagh! of Puntkilla the Arch-Killa.
He remembered vividly how the Imperial Fists under his command had protested due to his decision of blowing the planet up, especially as Commissar Techriarch Zachary Carrus had been enroute for quite a while with his legions of Skitarii which numbered in the millions. Yet the position on the planet had been unsustainable with mounting causalities of even precious Space Marines which had worried Ephort to an endless degree.
That consideration had been lost to Carrus who had boarded the Emperor battleship he had gotten for the campaign with his entourage as he glanced over to Nathan Carrus well secure that the Space Marine Veteran Sergeant standing there with chainsword and meltagun which he used as a pistol and generally had the same fighting-stance as the well-known commissar were not related at all.
Even so the universe's happiest man arrived with a shuttle from the Nemesis battleship The Wrath of Carrus. The ramp of the shuttle swung open, coming out from it in a small ball of smoke while smoking lho-rods were the commissars Carrus and Ionza. He scowled making everyone nearby nervous while the short, slender woman at his side looked practically giddy.
The Storm Troopers on duty recoiled from the horror of meeting the gaze of the commissar who seemed to could smell their nervousness as he made his way through the ship being ushered through checkpoint after checkpoint until he finally reached the bridge with his entourage.
Ephort laid for the first time in his life his eyes on Carrus and Ionza, living legends. Their eyes revealed they were stone-cold killers. He saw Ionza smile just standing a meter or two with her longlas hefted between her shoulders while she smoked. The tales of her beauty had not been in excess. Behind them both stood Skitarii Praetorians, human in only the loosest of terms. They were living weapon-platforms, each weighing in at tons with multiple heavy weaponry jutting out in different direction. This was in the mind of Carrus the ultimate human being, even Ephort recoiled in horror for what the angelic-looking Techriarch envisioned for the future through the Skitarii Pratorians.
Carrus then opened his mouth to speak in his harsh baritone voice. "High-Inquisitor I have gotten the legions of Skitarii assembled, I'm sorry for the detour, but we needed to beat back that Tyranid-infestation at Grateng II." Ephort's eyes narrowed as he said. "How dare you speak to me like-" Carrus smashed his fist into the steel-table denting it growling. "My loyalty is to the High-Inquisitors Selpid and Zuma not you, so watch your frakking tongue lest you will lose it to their head-enforcer!"
Before the matter could come to a head as Carrus were spoiling for a fight Ionza stepped between her husband with a crooked smile purring softly. "We are all friends here, ain't we High-Inquisitor? *She then stepped over to her hard-faced husband letting a black leather-clad hand slide across his cheek gently while she said.* You are not here to fight, at least not the High-Inquisitor commissar Carrus, you are here to bust Orks." Ephort retorted. "We will pursue the Orks, Campodia IV is no more." Ionza turned around, her smile had evaporated as she asked. "What do you mean Campodia IV is no more High-Inquisitor?"
Ephort blankly stated. "I judged the infestation of Orks as too much to handle and had the planet against the advice of my Imperial Fist-advisers Exterminatus Extermis commissar, but this is about as much explanation you will get from me." Carrus roared in rage as Ionza dodged to the side raising his meltagun screaming. "You piece of frakking shit! I was on the way, I even assigned my frakking son here for you to not frak up this defense. You have destroyed fifteen planets by you refusal to stay frakking put!" He took aim but his long speech gave Nathan time to rip the meltagun from his arms and throw it away in the bridge-room before the commissar could discharge his weapon.
He could not however hinder Zachary in drawing and activating his chainsword as he almost immediately had his own whirring in his hand. Zachary moved faster and with more agility than his bulk and heavy armour should allow, yet his superhumanly fast combat-combos were easily deflected by the Space Marine as the only thing the commissar had on his side were experience and even that was a sketchy claim for the commissar as the Imperial Fist moved in practiced, boring and practical ways trying to lure the commissar into committing a mistake while the whirring chainswords met in sparks of fire and lightning as the Space marine called out. "Leave him to me boys, I know how to handle my father!"
The commissar just snarled launching another vicious offensive spin with his chainsword which met his son's in sparks of fire as Nathan saw an opening brutally smashing into the body of his father bringing him off balance. Before Zachary had recovered the son went in throwing away his chainsword in one smooth action forcing his father to loose his grip on the chainsword while he hindered his father from getting out one of his many monofilament knives as he pinned him to the wall saying. "I think you shall calm down now dad." Zachary glanced into the eyes of the helmet his son wore, it betrayed no feelings. He nodded as his ferocity left him.
"Brothers Remy and Klirian escort the commissar to the brig." Nathan called out as two Imperial Fists in non-adorned yellow power armour stepped forward soon handcuffing Zachary Carrus while they removed a shocking amounts of knives from him which they laid carefully at the navigation-table he had just dented. Ionza hefted her longlas as Nathan signaled for her to follow her husband who soon was being led away by the Space Marines in shackles just as Ephort hissed to him. "I want that commissar killed, do you understand me Astartes? I want him killed today." Nathan Carrus carefully removed his helmet taking a step back drawing his meltagun pointing it straight at the High-Inquisitor as he growled. "My father is a cruel and vicious man, but nothing compared to you High-Inquisitor as you never heeded any advise from neither me nor my men when we advised caution. Which is why I alerted him."
The High-Inquisitor's face went through a few colors as he saw his chief bodyguard suddenly turn on him aiming his meltagun straight at him before he said. "You know who I am-" Carrus cut him off. "Perfectly well, but as with my parents my loyalty is with the High-Inquisitors Selpid and Zuma. I only protected you because I don't believe my dad would get away with killing another High-Inquisitor this year."
He glanced surprised over at Ionza who stood there leaning at her longlas just regarding the scene with a serene smile at her mouth as the Imperial Fists that had followed Nathan Carrus had spread out in such a manner that they easily could overpower the Inquisitorial Storm Troopers following Ephort as she heard Ephort say. "You have betrayed the Emperor and the Imperium of Mankind Astartes." Carrus just shook his head retorting as he started to briskly lead the High-Inquisitor from the bridge. "No High-Inquisitor I have betrayed you just like you betrayed my trust. If you ever approaches the Phalanx I will personally see through that you are placed in the pain-glove at the Tertius-setting for over an hour for you cruelty and incompetence High-Inquisitor." He led the nodding man down the hallways with scared Storm Troopers seeing the face of the commissar they feared the most as the face of an Astertes an Angel of the Emperor firmly at gunpoint guiding Ephort through the different checkpoints knowing full and well this was the firstborn he was so proud of.
They were rapidly ushered through as the voice of Ionza could be heard on the speakers on the ship. "This is Commissar-Interrogator Michelle Ionza, the holy Inquisition of the Ordos Malleus and Xenos with the backing of the Explorator Fleet 666 has taking control of this most blessed vessel of the Emperor and Omnissiah. So resume your duties ladies and gentlemen as we are now heading for war with the most vile Orks." Ephort heard what the small woman said as he glanced worried over at Carrus still keeping his meltagun trained at him stating. "You know what you just did? You..." He trailed off as they reached a window, out in the vast emptiness of space he saw a truly colossal fleet of Imperial warships, except none were from the Imperial Navy, they were all from the Adeptus Mechanicus. He paused watching them drift by signifying the glory Zachary Carrus had built up over the years.
Nathan looked Ephort sternly into his eyes as he said. "My father is eight hours from being freed and ordering your death High-Inquisitor, use this shuttle *He pointed straight at the black shuttle standing in the hangar.* and never look back." Ephort protested. "This craft is hardly capable of flying through the warp." Carrus nodded as he retorted. "I'm bending far to avoid breaking my oath of not killing you, but I have by preventing my father from killing you endangered his life, so I will only give you a very slim chance to get away, the craft can survive a month in the warp on half rations so best of luck to you Ephort, you as my dad would say you frakking need it."
The last thing Ephort saw as he walked up the ramp on this vessel was the Space Marine making a stiff military salute to him.