An imposing Librarian rushed to the side of Arkio, standing watch as my tech-priest deftly disassembled the golden power armor, and threw the golden pieces towards .
I waved an Ard Sentinel to pick up the irregular armor for .
"Now, Astartes. What should I do with your traitor Chapter?" I asked Ludvaius in a soft voice.
While I never claid to be an Inquisitor, I did carry a Rosette, and Ludvaius knew exactly who gave it to , as he has been in the bedroom when I gifted Rose her children.
In this case, politics made excellent bed fellows.
The Veteran looked with pity at his deluded Battle-Brothers. "You will do what is best, like you always do, Lord Pef. Even the sacred spear doesn't harm you one bit."
Right, I still had that idiot stuck to my spear. "Captain Thrasius, head and heart if you will. We don't need a Great Demon to spring out and maybe ruin my excellent Canticle."
Two loud bangs sounded, as the phase-iron bolts struck the traitor, with bone shattering energy and psyker inhibitor effect. Eh, should be enough.
I withdrew the spear and stood ready to strike, but nothing arose from the shattered brain and chest of the excommunicated Inquisitor.
"Every one of you Astartes, co and taste the truth. Guardsn, about face and return to barracks!" I yelled through my vox box attached to my helt, then taped my helt.
Ludvaius reacted promptly and took off my helm, and locked it to my belt.
The Scythe advanced first and scooped a tiny piece of brain, then ate it. Space Marines could indeed absorb mories this way, which made quite a great way for fact checking.
Sure, there was also torture and chanicus mind downloads, but the Inquisition would know how to protect their own, with implanted ntal defenses and mind mazes.
He soon scowled and spat in disgust. " organ to use, nor Astartes muscles and size. Confiscated as battle loot from boarding actions.
Then a dozen more mundane weapons, knives, poisons and garrote wire, truth serums and chemical sprays with euphoric and paralyzing effects, bolter, inferno pistol, dart thrower, grappling hook, a few grenades with various effects, from viruses to vortex and incendiary.
The guy had been loaded and ard for bear. But he didn't use what the Inquisition trained him to, instead he relied on psyker powers and his Astartes escort.
"Captain, so red Astartes are making noise at the hangar door. Permission to ventilate?" A Catachan officer wondered as his buddies in the Ard Sentinels whirred their chainsaws loudly in the background.
"Not yet, Major. I'll be right there soon." I spoke calmly and directed the priests to store the good loot in the vault, including the nicest spear ever.
"What do you want to do with these foul items, Captain?" the priest asked pointing at so red candelabra and other ritual items.
I humd deep in thought. "Can they be lted into bolt rounds? Might be nice to have sothing that harms Eldar souls."
The priests all stopped to stare at . "They would go straight to hell, Lord Pef. The foul Immaterium demons would feast on their souls." one of them said a bit wary.
I nodded and walked away. "A hundred rounds then. Eject what's left into the sun."
It was ti to receive my own Astartes Company, like I always wanted.
A short trip on the elevator saw adjusting the Rosarius on my belt. I wouldn't tank even a Knight with my feeble faith, but Astartes were two steps lower on the danger scale, with dreadnoughts and Sentinels in between.
I was probably safe, unlike the faithless Inquisitor. I an, even an Angel ca to my help once, although I surely repaid that debt by killing Lorgar and saving him another frayed body or soul.
"You seem curiously happy, going to et a hostile Company of Blood Angels." Captain Thrasius comnted after checking his bolter again.
"You should be too, my friend. I bet you have never killed an Inquisitor before, right?" I asked rhetorically.
You never heard of people offing full Inquisitors. Those guys could battle Daemon Princes in hand to hand. Chaff like a Rogue Trader wouldn't even register as a threat.
Then I arrived at the hangar deck, and pushed through the angry guardsn who were ready to open up on the Blood Angels with lta guns and krak missiles. And possibly other weapons not registered.
"It's the Captain!"
"Make way, wanna get roasted by accident?"
"Now these traitors will pay!"
I erged among the huge Ogryns, all holding their adamantium shields and staves nacingly.
"Good jobs, big guys. Let talk with your smaller cousins." I spoke on the vox bead and stepped out as the Ogryns made a path for .
"Lord Lancefire, we were deceived..." the Librarian began in a pleading tone.
"I know you were, Astartes. You don't seem very sorry though, threatening my people and all." I spoke while walking right in his face.
"Perhaps we could talk in private, Lord Lancefire?" he begged in a softer tone.
I nodded and walked past him. "Magos, you found the source?" I asked my Biologis expert, standing over a slightly dissected Arkio.
"It is not curable, Captain. In fact, it has been getting worse...since the traitor died." he explained while waving a tentacle for urgency.
I turned towards the Librarian, who seed to be in charge. "Take him to your barge. I would offer him rcy, but I don't have any. May the Emperor save his soul."
"May I ask you to accompany us? The Captain asks every minute to speak to you. And Brother Ludvaius." he whispered in a low voice.
"Captain Thrasius, you are to return to Ultramar and enact revenge, if I don't return." I commanded and patted his shoulder.
"As you say, Lord Pef. There will be no place for the traitors to hide." he spoke sternly and departed without looking back.
I ignored the outraged looks of the Blood Angels and walked on, and entered their nice Stormbird lander.
I could use a few more like this one. Nobody made them, like they did in the old days.
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