With the graceful aid of my rembrancer implant, I begin to retell the events here at Sotha...from the beginning to the end.
Of course, slightly fudging over my deals with a Necron Lord, or the unauthorized rescue of my Faithful tech-priest. Heretical actions might have consequences.
Or admitting to stealing anything, because the Inquisitor is the law. Literally, an Inquisitor's words are the law. Very scary.
She listened to patiently, sotis kissing my cheek in praise.
I an, I did wipe 4 Hell Forges and burned a few Craftworlds and that Tyranid infested Necron world. Plus demolishing two largish xeno invasions the Orks and the Eldar.
I should be praised, like the hero... Slap!
"You don't have the right to create an Inquisitor Fortress and a Deathwatch Company, damn moron!" my Rose yells with a psyker infused voice, and rubs her hand with annoyance. I did beco more durable, with the Astartes blood.
I let the wave pass over , and struggle to resist. Strong woman, my beloved. But only against mortals.
"You can also dismantle it, my dear, if it's not approved. In my opinion, we should defend Sotha for the years to co, especially against Eldar and Necrons. Chaos and Orks too, as they seem to enjoying ruining stuff." I mused to myself.
"Yes, we will. But it was not your right to do this! My authority will suffer, and from that, all the Inquisition too!" the Inquisitor answered in a deathly cold tone.
I sighed and walked away, to stare at the codicils and precepts of the Astartes inscribed on the cave's walls. Mounted on tal plaques glued to the wall, since the living-rock would repair any damage, if you sohow managed to effect tiny scars with so exotic weapon. Excellent material for armour, if I could harvest it.
"Which Inquisition, my Rose? The Ordo Hydra? Those that hunt down the Sensei, Emperor's own flesh children, so they can retain secular power, instead of passing the rule of the Imperium to a legitimate heir?The . And a star is a million tis more powerful than a torpedo, and they simply use that energy to keep themselves warm." I explained in a tired voice, and willed myself to step directly in my rooms on the Canticle, using the Pharos and not the teleportarium.
Better avoid the Warp as much as possible, lest so Dark God yank during transfer, and throw into a gladiator pit. I was almost sure they kept watch over Sotha by now.
They shouldn't be even able to see , but why risk it?
In a minute, I disarmored myself and entered the shower, then hopped in my bed, while Canis rested his huge head beside .
A warm body sneaked in the bed soti later, but I was too tired just then. Make up sex could wait.
"Daddy! See, I manage to teleport, right in your room!" my daughter exclaid in joy and jumped on the poor Canis to pet and hug the space wolf with no regard for life or limb.
"Woooooo?" Canis asked while enduring the assault bravely.
"My daughter Janice, puppy. And this lady here is her mother." I explained while holding my hand out for the trice-blessed caf.
This ti, my beloved Naya was on guard duty, and she did complete the ritual, offering a large mug of scented divine essence.
But I didn't manage to take a sip, as Janice scread and shattered the cup and evaporated the contents. "Hold still, dad. Let cleanse your hands." Janice added a bit gentler, while Naya was floating in mid-air.
Warp-fire engulfed my palms that had touched the cup, and green particles sparkled in the raising fog. My hands were not burned, but I think the poison had indeed reached my skin.
"Why do this, Voidman Naya?" I heard my lovely Inquisitor ask in a calm voice, like this was a normal day at work. It probably was...quite literally in the word inquisitor.
"...Why? You pathetic creature! This genetic abomination dares to strike at the most unholy worlds!" the creature inside Naya's flesh scread as Janice got closer and gently waved a hand towards the traitor.
Blue and violet sigils bound the floating shape, distorting it horribly.
Then my eyes closed, and I fell asleep, which was really strange. I had just woke up feeling fresh.
My mind wandered, and I t Rafen and Ludvaius and a few more Blood Angels talking a walk through the nightmarish scenery, and shooting their bolters at dashing shadows.
A pulsating wound covered my side, flowing with red blood for no reason. And then I began feeling really thirsty.
"Resist the thirst, Brother. It wasn't easy for us, but you were always better, and much smarter. You will find a way. You always do." I heard Ludvaius encourage , while his maul crushed in unseen blob of teeth and tentacles.
My implants were too far, and wouldn't help at all. This was my blood itself, acting up. Damn Angel!
Couldn't you have used nanites or sothing civilized, to heal my wrist?
I let my mind drift down towards the Pharos, and I began reciting the Canticle of Unceasing Service, over and over. It had to work. It had to worked before, after all.
Sothing liquid flowed down my throat, but it wasn't red and tasty. Still, it helped sate my thirst a little.
Then my mind reached Jonas, one of my Blank sons, walking through his burning desert alone and afraid.
"Son! Stay strong!" I urged him, and he looked at with blurry eyes.
His thirst was so strong he could drink a sea. He could use a few words, and help him get through this.
"Have courage, Jonas. For I am here, beside you. Recite the Canticle after , and you will conquer the Red Thirst. It's only a tiny flaw in the gene-seed, but we are Lancefires. We are Blank and immune to Warp, and we fear nothing, because we are what they fear!"
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