Hic in Suus Nomen (Heresy In His Name)

[Khemri_Daemon]

Jhedin's hand whipped for his pistol as the Inquisitor twisted like a snake, blade raised. Sedire's sword was at his throat before his hand had reached the grip of the autopistol in his belt. Untensing as the sword was lowered, and somewhat shaken behind the impassive, blue visor of his carapace plate, he offered the Inquisitor the transfer and authorisation papers he had been given, and saluted.

"Jhedin Skia, Lord," he said. "Just graduated from the Schola Progenium on Jandermar, I have been assigned to your retinue, sir."

[Lord Commander Erus]

Julius blinked, confused, but took the papers. He hadn't asked for any transfers. this was probably someones idea of a joke, saddling him with a greenhorn in the midst of a heretical purge.

"Well then.. All is in order.. you're lucky that my blade had discharged it's field. It not, your face would be charred off. Take post next to the astartes, help them with examining defenses. Sometimes they seem to forget what a mere mortal human like us can actually physically do. I will debrief you when the defensework is done. Understood?'

[TheKiller333]

Merafon smiled sadly as Anvion said "Who are you calling lad?"
"When you've served for as long as me, you'll understand" Replied Merafon. "I fought on Armageddon, i've seen it all." To this, Anvion seemed to have no reply.

"Come, we've got to return to the Inquisitor." He said slowly.
"I know." Anvion said to him. So this is what i get for defusing a situation? Merafon thought to himself. What were you expecting, applause? He found himself smiling as they returned.

When they did so, they saw a soldier stood talking with the Inquisitor. They approached and saw the soldier, was actually the newest member of the Retinue. "Welcome to the team." Merafon said with a smile.

"What is it?" Asked Julius. He must have seen, despite Merafon's smile, that he was pre-occupied. "The -" Started Merafon. "The Arbites are with their Judge.. and we left him with a broken nose too." Cut in Anvion with a glance at the cause of the Broken nose. "He was going to resist." Carried on Merafon, "I did what was needed. But another thing is on my mind.."
"Speak." Said the Inquistor.
"There was a Xenos at the port, My lord. Tau. Though i am sure you have already been informed.."

[Perturabo]

It was time...

Stiring himself from has meditations, Relic One rose slowly to his feet, as his systems came fully online hecame aware of several life signs closing in on his location (my god he chuckled to himself-they really think they are being stealthy). Blending back into the shadows him waited.

The first intruder died before he new he had been spotted, the metallic needle point of a mechandrite punching through his neck stiffling his scream. The next was quicker he managed to turn and face Relic One before his neck was broken in a swift twist, his death cry alerted the final two members of the group. Turning to face there prey turned assailent, they were confronted with a gigantic 7 limbed horror charging down on them-seconds later it was all over blood spattered the walls as the corpses lay steaming as they cooled.

Now he really must leave-he had a long way to go and he was behind schedule and his safe house had been compromised. He would attone for his tardiness later

[wolfpack]

Grendel Ignored the gaurdsman speaking with his lord inquisitor and drew his combat knife from it's sheath...something he had from his youth it was carved with the runes of his father's people and made of a black obsidian ore...he concentrated on the blade and it began to glow...he let the tip go white hot and started with the runes the inquisitor had shown him...etching each one in the door frame of the entrance to the mansion...
he had all but finished when he realized that instead of the Aquilla, he had drawn the rune the stalker amongst the stars...the seal and crest of the Great Wolf and the badge of the Primarch Russ...the whole series burned a brilliant white then faded to a greyish ash color...Grendel touched the runes as they faded...they were cold as ice...

He turned to see the inquisitor and the gaurdsman staring at him, both had the same questioning look on their face and Grendel asked, "what? did I do something wrong, milord?" before he realized he had spoken in Fenrisian.

He slid the combat knife back into it's sheath and then correcting himself, 'My apologies Lord...I must remember to speak in the high gothic when there are others present,' he felt something moist on his upper lip and wiped a small streak of blood from beneath his nose, 'well now that's never happened before...'

[Khemri_Daemon]

Jhedin removed his helmet, and snapped off a textbook salute at the Inquisitor. He stared briefly at the knife-waving man, who said something in a harsh gibberish. Fighting down the rising feeling that he was in for more than he had bargained, he turned away.

"As you command, my Lord."

He found himself face-to-face with an intimidating man, who reminded him of the Commissariat instructors at the Schola. The resemblance was broken when the man's face split into a smile, and he found himself wrong-footed at the warm welcome. He made to salute, thought better of it, and held out his hand, returning the smile somewhat hesitantly.

"Jhedin Skia, sir, Inquisitorial Stormtrooper."

[Celestial Guardian]

Ukos flared over M'yen's helmet comm. "M'yen come in. Acknowoldge coded message now." A series of symbols flashed by on M'yen's HUD. He acknowledged them with his authorization code which Ukos readily accepted. "We have a problem. The Gue'la are initiating some sort of proceedure they referred to as "warding". From a technological stand point I do not know what this means. I have also lost communication with two of our Gue'la operatives. Lifesigns shown nil. What is your order?"

"Where is the eldar hawk?" Replied M'yen growing aggitated withthe current course of events. "Has he returned yet?"

"That is a negative trusted M'yen," a third voice broke in. Watercaste Negotiator Vral composed himself quite well for someone who had no idea what he was doing. "The 'hawk' as you call him has not perched in this repository for some time now. I grow weary of his arrogance..."

"You will hold your tongue about our allies Vral. Though they do not know the Tau ways, they have given themselves to the Greater Good in this mission and you will respect that. You are a collector and trader, do not forget your place in this cell or I will be forced to report your 'inadequacies' with the duty your wre chosen to perfrom. Is that clear Por'ui?" M'yen gave the reprimand without emotion. This Por'ui was annoying and hard to keep in line. Loose cannons could not be afforded. "Are we clear Por'ui?"

"Clear as water and light."

"Good. Now clear the line." M'yen was about to give new instructions when a familiar voice filled his mind.

"Greetings M'yen of the Pathfinders. I trust your scouting was successful?"

"Yes it was. I need help getting things together Darakumn. Use your wings to regroup with the others at camp. We will pack everything. Leave no traces of our existence. Our Lives depend upon it." After the mind talk M'yen was glad to use his helmet mike again where he repeated the order to Ukos.

Darakumn soared over the transport aquired by the Pathfinder. He could tell there was something clearly bothering his Tau ally. As Darakumn had come to view M'yen as a kindred spirit on the path of the warrior he respected M'yen enough not to search his mind for it. He would know soon enough. Streamlining his body for greater speed he launched himself at the base camp's direction. He would make sur ethings were ready to load when M'yen got there.

Even the Black Guardian Perilinae did his part to break camp. Everything was stowed away and ready to go when M'yen arrived. He wanted to ask the Tau what was going on, but with the way M'yen jumped from the armored vehicle he knew that information was forth coming.

"We have been found out. Everything needs to move to location two. We will depend on our wits from here on out. Take nothing for granted. They brought those 'psykers' you told me about Darakumn. It is a minor detail. A full breifing will be given to each of you at location two. It's time to move out."

[calvor]

As Anvion looked at the new arrival to Julius' retinue who was talking to Merafon he started to try and figure out what is happening as he didn't think as the lord Inquisitor had requested a transfer but he decided to put this to the back of his mind.

Turning he started to continue the conservation ignoring the new member
"Don't forget that I was on Armageddon as well as you, and that I served with Yarrick defending hive Hades"
With that he walked off towards Julius
"My Lord When we landed I saw A strange Figure it might be the same xenos that Merafon saw but I'm not sure" he said when he reached him

[TheKiller333]

"I'm heart broken Anvion." Chuckeled Merafon. "I was born and raised on Armageddon. My whole life has been war. NOW do you see what i mean?"
"Anyway, i'm Merafon, the Sniper around here. And what'dya mean Inquisitorial stormtrooper? Your one of us now." He smiled, and took the hand the stranger held out.

[calvor]

With the last comment directed from Merafon he had fight back the smile that was beginning to appear on his face I'm beginning to like this Merafon, I must be getting soft he thought, But a look at the new arrival, he didn't know if he could trust this stormtrooper

[wolfpack]

Grendel opens the vox comm with the two task servitors waiting in the ships small hold, "Graal, Bindor execute two alpha seven seven five...locate and recover, expidite...three sigma one recall my marker...confirm." There was a moment of silence and then one after the other the two metalic voices reply, "Confirmed."

Several minutes later the two standard tasking Servitors appear, between them a large iron bound wooden chest and several large bundles draped over it. They walked in a straight line towards Grendel and when they were a few meters from him they stop and set the trunk down.

He opens the vox again and speaks, "Arbus, Tuk...three sigma one...recall my marker, confirm." Another moment and a second set of metalic voices reply, "Confirmed."

Grendel turns to the two servitors before him, "Graal move that to the interior first floor centered in the large room 20 meters back through the door, Bindor assist, then post to this location until further notice." The Servitors take up the load and move past him into the structure...moments later the larger of the two comes back through the large wooden doors and stands next to Grendel.

As it does, two more servitors arrive, one a standard tasking servitor like the previous two...the larger one of the set though has a Heavy Bolter in place of it's right arm, it's left hand ending in a set of metalic talons where it's fingers should have been, the arm itself augmented with small pistons and a large bundle of cables running from it's elbow back up to the shoulder...Arbus was rhetorically refered to as the gaurdian, every inch a combat servitor and a lethal gunman...

"Arbus post this location standard order Rhio one one seven code, ident, expidite...confirm"

The large drone moves to the right side of the great wooden doors and turns..."Confirmed."

Grendel cues his vox once more "Dossian, Romulas...when you have finished please inform me of our status...I will be on the roof..." turning to his master...

"Milord security is set...I will begin the preperations for the wards now and have the other servitors and the scribes begin setting your personal items in place...do you have a preferance as to which floor you would like to command?"

[Lord Commander Erus]

Julius smiled. For what, his retinue probably didn't know, but most of it was aimed at Grendel, and looked rather comforting.

'Mer, Anvi. Take the new recruit back to the ship. Make sure he is supplied and rationed, let him view the mission briefs and if he needs to repair that plasma he has. If i'm right the way he is holding it, the left coupling will be jiggly. The old bucket should have new parts, or that cannon I tore off that heretic back on Praad. If it's not still smoking, see if it fits him. Also, on your way back, stop by my room. Bring me the contents of my strong box. You'll find it wrapped in black silk. Code to the box is 'faol'.'

He waited until they left, and turned to Grendel slowly, resting a hand on the young lads collar.

'Thats never happened to you before, has it? The spontaneous carving, the bleeding and such when you used that knife? Would you like me to explain it. I admit, I don't know much but my long association with your planet has helped'

The address to Grendel is uttered in a smooth, slightly lilting accented Fenrisian that turns the harsh language almost musical.

'And yes. Give the servitors orders to prep the first floor. According to Dossian it will be easiest to defend. Plasteel windows, and ceramite shielding to the walls.'

[Icarus Athrasuriel]

Aymeric smirked silently as Julius' retinue walked past, and looked on silently as the Inquisitor spoke to Grendel. The two turned from the runes and began walking towards him. He was concealed within a shadow, his lean, athletic form melting into the darkness like a Death Cult assassin. His stealth was renowned, though it's controller was not beyond joking. As the Inquisitor strode past, he twirled out behind him and held a gleaming black throwing knife to the Inquisitor's throat, grinning.

[Lord Commander Erus]

Julius smiled, feeling the knife and smirks.

'My young Interrogator... Kindly examined your crotch. I believe you will find the barrel of a stormbolter pressed to it. But it is good to see you. I will have to ask how you got in later... You still can't mask your warp signature any better than a clumsy Eldar, can you?'

[calvor]

When Anvion, Merafon and the new member arrived at the inquisitorial ship he asked Merafon to brief the new arrival while he got the rations and set about getting replacement parts for the plasma gun.

When he got back Merafon was already showing the mission brief
"Here is the rations and parts the lord inquisitor requested for you"
and he paced the rations and the parts to Jhedin.
"The lord requests that you repair your Plasma gun or that we give you a suitable replacement"

With that he walked off towards the Julius' quarters to retrieve his lock box. Getting that he went back to Merafon and waited for the briefing to finish.

[wolfpack]

Grendel sensed his fellow interrogator and watched as he moved out behind Julius...he had a smirk on his face...The two seemed a raucous site, one holding a knife to the other while a stormbolter was aimed to remove his manhood and probably the better half of his midrif as well...

Grendel laughed out loud..."Aymeric...one of these times yer liable to misjudge that move and lose something you dearly will miss..." he smiled at the other member of the lord's retinue and wondered how long he had been hiding there...

"Master I will set the servitors to begin as you have requested, the scribes and I will see to the initials and then I will make for the roof. Tuk, Graal, Bindor, on my mark we have work to do..."

The small party enters the first floor and Grendel starts setting the servitors to work, the scribes assist in the hanging of the tapestries and drapperies, carefully annointing and chanting the proper schisms as each is set and hoisted into place.

Grendel turns to his lord and bows then summons Tuk to his side and orders that he grab the trunk and follow, the two head up the broad stairs on the left of the entrance and head for the upper floors.

After several minutes of looking Grendel finds the roof access and he and Tuk are standing on the top floor looking out over the walls and into the city proper, Grendel sets to work with the contents of his box, removing several strips of blessed linen, a small golden tray and a large red candle, these he sets aside and pulls forth a small wooden chest with the Inquisitorial seal on it.

He removes the Great Imperial Seal, the double headed Aquilla having a small recess in the center of it, next the Inquisitorial stamp, who's mark fits neatly inside the larger seal.

Next he grabs a small package wrapped in red silk and unfolds it ever so respectfully, uncovering a holy tomb and a small golden styllus. He closes the lid of the trunk and arranges everything in it's proper place, opening the tomb, the stylus in his right hand he begins to chant and scribe on several of the linen strips...when he has produced eight strips of holy cloth enscribed with warding catacisms and Imperial code he moves to each corner of the roof, followed by Tuk holding the red candle and the seals on a small gold tray.

Each corner of the roof is marked and a strip of the linen placed just below the inside of the meter high parapet surrounding the roofline. As the linen is placed Grendel drips the wax from the candle onto the head of each strip cementing it in place and as the wax begins to set, he first stamps each with the Great Imperial seal and then centers the Inquisitorial seal over the recess and finishes each schism, letting the wax harden. Sweat is beading across his forehead as his concentration is total.

He opens a vox channel to Julius, "Milord the roof perimeter is sealed, I will ward the acces doors and then retun to the first floor..."

[TheKiller333]

"Oh and don't worry.." Merafon said, after explaining the mission brief and sorting out the equipment "The Inquisitor isn't all that bad when he's not killing anything in his path." He chuckled to himself, and saw Anvion heading back towards him.

"Have you got it?" He Asked.
"Yes. Did you think i couldn't?" Replied Anvion
"Oh of course i thought you could get it, just get lost on the way back" Laughed Merafon "Come on, let's head back."

[Khemri_Daemon]

Jhedin carefully replaced the left coupling of the plasma gun, mentally assigning himself penance duties for laxity in the maintenance of his weapon. As he performed the repairs, he listened attentively as Merafon outlined the mission brief, making sure to consign important details to the data-slate built into his gauntlet. He cocked his head at Merafon's comment on the Lord Inquisitor.

"He doesn't seem that bad, compared to some of the Drill-Abbots at the Schola, he's as intimidating as a child."

He coloured; surprised to hear himself voicing such an impertinent comment.

"Not that I would question the Lord's abilities, of course. It was not my place to make such statements."

[Icarus Athrasuriel]

Icarus nodded, almost bowed, to Julius as Grendel walked away. He turned Julius around and guided him so that they began walking around the perimetre.

"Indeed, I have been trying to hone my skill during my stay here. It is difficult when my signature is so strong. It will come to me though, in time."

[Lord Commander Erus]

'My young friend...'

Julius chuckles, stepping back and turning to pat his interrogator on the shoulder. He looks the young man up and down, beaming.

'You will learn to mute it someday. Talk to me, once all this is done.. I have some news for you.. But, first, what news of your journeys?'

Smiling as Grendel sends the vox, he mem cues a confirmation, as well as reaching out to him via his mind.

Grendel, do not over stretch yourself. If it is t'au we face, I will need your strength. Take your time, this is no race. But I can feel your wardings... They are strong indeed, you have grown and studied well. When I am doen with your fellow Interrogators debriefing, we shall join you.

[wolfpack]

Grendel smiles at the acknowledgement of his Master...he indeed has st