Hi all, well I have being sayin i will for days so here my finished story. I will keep posting if interest is shown. As always c&c is wanted,
The air crackled around me as I moved toward it, drawing two easily ancient and obviously extremely powerful swords as I went. The creature bellowed a warcry and charged him. Its own weapon, a spear bathed in emerald fire ready to run him through. Just as it got close, I moved so fast he was simply a blur and in seconds the foul beast smoking at my feet. I stepped back as the world rushed back to me, the strange psychic driven rage had finally passed and as I turned to walk away I sheathed my swords and folded back up the miniature energy blades that were extended from my gun-metal armour.
Chapter 1 Part 1: Chapter 1: Knife in the Darkness
Before I continue let me give you a little bit of my background. I am Inquisitor-Enforcer Raymond Laston. At the time of this encounter I was 38 standard years old and had only recently started my work for the Lord Inquisitor of the fortress-planet of Pharos. My task was to hunt down rogue Inquisitors and dispose of them as graphically as humanly possible. To accomplish this, I had been trained under the harsh instructors of the Ordos Assassinorum. Of the class of 30 I arrived with at age 7, only I had survived the brutal training regime that consisted of instruction at both the Eversor temple and that of the Vanus. After I emerged at age 27, I was transported to the Ordos headquarters on Pharos’ moon. Here I was subject to fierce mental and physical regimes of torture and deadly training exercises with the goal of making me resistant to torture and to prepare me for the path ahead. Upon the completion of my training I was gifted with a modified Identification Rosette, instead of the usual design this one was made in the shape of a leering demon’s head mounted on a stylised capital I. As well as this I was given ancient and powerful force swords as my badge of office and after an unbelievably painful operation, a suit of genetically bonded armour. Made out of the same material as the warships that patrol the vast expanses of troubled space in the Imperium. It was bonded to my very bones, had miniature energy blades attached at strategic places, a mind impulse unit that allowed me to channel my immense psychic power into a more manageable energy form and miniature flamers built into the palms of my gauntlets. In other words I was given the tools to accomplish my missions and genetically engineered to kill everyone in my way. For 150 years I have done this job and quietly enjoyed every minute of it. Over the first few years of my service I gathered a team of specialists that included my pilot Kardus, who was an ex-pirate from the Gangris asteroid belt, Maspa, a sniper from the heights of Pharos’ capital hive city; and the terminally loyal servitor Gong. I was assigned an Inquisitorial handler as soon as I left Pharos for the first time and by the time of this chronicle I had begun to accept Anderous as part of my team. Together we travelled the galaxy killing rogues and heretics in even the highest places. It’s this that has gotten me into the worst spots of the galaxy.
It was 420.M40. A year of great upheaval, hundreds of full-blown cults had emerged across the sector and started what would become a long and bloody struggle as the sector fleet rushed from system to system to aid desperately hard pressed local defence forces. Throughout the opening months of 420 I had been hunting down a rogue Interrogator by the name of Piron. According to one of Anderous’ savants Piron was pretty small in the scheme of things, but he had somehow acquired a copy of the Tralus Compendium. An oddly innocent looking book, the Tralus Compendium was proscribed text due to the fact it contained detailed instructions on how to contact the denizens of the warp. It was the grandmaster’s concern that Piron might sell this text, this prompted my involvement in the hunt. We eventually caught up with him on Sameter, an out of the way agricultural planet on the Southern arm of the sector. It was in the middle of winter and he had taken refuge from the cold in a smoky, out of the way bar.
Anderous deployed us with practised efficiency. Maspa went into an abandoned storehouse, the Inquisitor and his gunmen went round the back I was simply pointed towards the front door. As you may have guessed I was never meant to be a subtle means of justice, and to my already gathering reputation I blew the reinforced steel security door off its hinges with a blast of mental energy and stepped through the smoke, shotgun firmly in my hands. Las fire filled the air, I ducked behind an overturned table. My jaw dropped within the confines of my helmet as I recognized the sound of a high calibre machinegun. I clicked my vox-link and bellowed at Maspa
“Witch doctor, Hunter, target 6 m from right wall”
Maspa drawled an unrecognizable reply and I was just about to ask again when the heavy fire stopped. I stood and shot the three remaining cultists, who were gaping at the dead gunner. Piron was cowering under the bar when I found him.
“Where is the Tralus Compendium?” I yelled at him “where is it heretic?”
Piron spat on my armoured boot in reply, so I kicked him with that same boot up and lifted him into the air with my mind. He still refused to speak so started to crush is wiry frame
“Where has the book!” I screamed at him, Piron managed to get his hand to a concealed pocket in his elaborate sleeves. I thought he was going for the book so I slowly relaxed my mind grip. No such luck, with the click that resonated around the bar, Piron was released from my hold and I was slammed through the door as well as several toilet cubicles. He could have tried to run right then, but he followed me in. It was only as he started to speak that I noticed the shimmering void shield he had used to turn the tables.
“So this is Orsus’ new pet assassin,” he said “why can't you just leave me alone! I must ponder my illumination. Leave me alone!” He was getting hysterical now and waving an ornate pistol around in his gloved right hand. I stood and drew my twin force swords. Each was just over a metre, with inlaid crystalline circuitry and a blood red crystal set in the pommel that pulsated when they were in my hands.
“You are a traitor and a heretic” I told him calmly as I closed the gap between us “I sentence you, Piron of Messina to death for your crimes against the Imperium”.
Piron went silent as my words sunk into his deranged mind. His left hand kept touching his hip pocket as if checking something. Before he could organise himself enough to try to fight, I swept both swords through his torso. The top half of him flew across the room. I lunged into his pocket and withdrew a very important, little leather book. As if on an unseen queue, Anderous burst in a back door with his lugging hand cannons, and Kardus called me unsubtle. I shook my head at this display.
“Well done my Lord” I called over sarcastically and tossed the compendium to him “target’s already dead”
I pointed over to what was left of Piron’s body with a bored sweep of my hand. Amderous cast a glance over the corpse and one of his hired guns left in a hurry looking slightly green.
It took three weeks of warp travel aboard the sprint trader Garagoth to reach the local inquisitorial headquarters on Thracian. When we arrived we were greeted by Master Orsus himself. I immediately knew something was wrong.
“ My friends welcome back to my lair” Orsus boomed. “I have another task for you”.
Anderous, Maspa, Kardus and the brutish bodyguard Anderous had brought all bowed low; Gong tried very hard to copy the others but only succeeded in falling on its chrome face plate. I ignored the withering looks Orsus’ assorted scribes and guards gave me and remained upright.
“Master?” I inquired.
“Piron was just a hanger on, the real threat is his teacher.” Orsus paused for effect “Inquisitor Farrud of the Ordos Hereticus is known to have somehow gathered a dozen gamma class psychics and a foul demon host.” My lord was obviously expecting some kind of reaction but I just waited for him to continue.
"It is this last bit that prompted a joint-Ordos investigation” Orsus continued “It is now clear that he has allies amongst the Ordos Malleus, You will find him on Gundrun but try not to destroy everything while you’re there.”
I allowed myself a small smile, finally bowed and left. The ever faithful Gong followed me as fast as its duratsteel legs could propel it. Maspa was next and had a game of knuckles with Kardus to see who was going down to fight on Gundrun.
More to come,