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Two days ago the planetary governor of Boronis Alpha requested me to “interview” an “prisoner”. As my duty as an Commissar demanded, I took the job onto my shoulders and the next morning I was sent to Orbital Defence station…
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17293/B “Boronis”. I was guided through the cramped dark corridors of the station, until after two hours, and several heavily armed guard stations later, we arrived to a reinforced steel door.
I was guided through the cramped dark corridors of the station, stopping every once and a while to pass through a security check point. After what it felt like to be two hours, we arrived at reinforced steel door.
The door was guarded by two gun servitors, both carrying a Heavy Bolter.
The door was guarded by two gun servitors, each carrying a Heavy Bolter in hand.
My guide handed me a laspistol and told me that I had permission to execute the “prisoner” if he went mad.
My guide turned towards me and handed me a laspistol, telling me that I had permission to execute the “prisoner” if he went mad.
I remember looking at the pistol and thinking “What the heck have I signed up for?”
. The doors opened and I walked into a smal, and dark room.
At first the room looked empty, but as I entered the room the doors closed behind me, and a bright light turned on above me, and I noticed that I was not alone in the room.
The doors opened and I walked into a small dark room. At first the room looked empty, but as soon as the doors closed behind me a bright light turned on above, showing that I was not alone in the room.
In front of me was a steel table, and behind it sat a man. But it was no normal man, if it even could be called man.
It was an Astropath. An Astropath was easily recognised by the fact that they had no eyes.
But it was no normal man by sane definition. It was an Astropath, as it was easy to recognised by the fact that they had no eyes unlike other psykers.
I have never been to learned in the ways of their creation, so I cant explain why.
I have never been taught in the ways of their creation, so I cant explain why.
The psyker had his head down on the table, as if he was sleeping, and I don’t think that he even registered that I entered the room.
The psyker had his head down on the table as if he was sleeping, not even noticing that I had entered the room.
“Hello. I am Commissar Visla of the 7th planetary Defence force regiment.”
The psyker looked up at me, or at least his head did, but he could not see me, for he had no eyes. Or could he? You could never know for sure when you were dealing with psykers.
The psyker lifted his head up, staring at me with his empty eye sockets. I couldn't really tell if he could actually see me. Or could he? You could never know for sure when you were dealing with psykers.
The psyker did not reply to what I said, and instead he started saying random words. “It… I… I… Have… It… Seen… Darkness… Why… You… Here?”
I understood the question.
“I am here to interview you.”
I replied as calmly as I could.
“It is… It is coming closer… It… Is here to… to…”
The psyker replied.
“What is coming closer?”
“I am not the… The only one… Others have seen it! I am not mad. I am not the only one!!”
The psyker almost shouted as he said it, and fell of his chair in the process.
The psyker raised his voice as he fell out of his chair.
I thought, he was clearly mad. Insane would be a more proper word for the situation.
I thought... Insane would be a more proper word for this situation.
“Please, could you start by telling me your name.”
The spyker paused, before replying “Avitus Cygnus.”
“Good, now we will try take this slowly.”
I said, before continuing “Could you tell me about this “thing” that is coming closer?”
“It is here… Not far away… It is watching… Listening… It knows… It knows that I tell you…”
“I already told you, it knows…”
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I started to get frustrated with this madman.
“But who, or what, is this so called “it” that seems to know so much?”
I asked and had to restrain myself from hitting a fist in the table.
I asked while restraining myself from hitting the table with my fist.
“How many times do I have… You have not seen it… Have you? You have not started at it… You have not heard it talk… You have not seen the… The… Future… A future with no… No…”
The psyker began shaking. “It knows! It talks to me!”
The psyker screamed. I pulled my pistol and pointed it at the psykers head. I was about to fire when the door flew open and the two servitors walked into the room and quickly locked onto the psyker. They did not fire, but instead they grabbed the psyker with their free arm and dragged him screaming out of the room. Soon my guide came in. He told me that he knew nothing of what that madman had been trying to say, and after that he did not speak
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over three thousand astropath#? Was it a coincidence that so many killed themselves during a single night? I am not sure, but now I must stop writing, and return to my duty…
- Commissar Visla