Anima Mori - Part I: The Three Sisters
Inquisitor Gruben was sickened by what he found.
Most of Lord Soh'resson's crew were criminals or xenos and their presence repulsed him. These were creatures he would happily exterminate, given half an opportunity. Other members of the crew, he suspected, were of artificial intelligence - another heresy to add to Soh'resson's long list of heresies. But the most alarming crew members of all were the ones clad in purple and black armour, huge and unmistakable and worryingly distant.
Under normal circumstances the Inquisition could rely upon Space Marines to align and ally themselves with their own righteous motivations.
Emperor's teeth, there will be no help here...
- he thought bitterly, attuning himself to the emotional responses of the Astartes -
...these men are walking shells of insanity.
He could sense their madness without having to hear them speak, or see their faces.
The Inquisitor recognized their insignia - a windmill and a lance. The 44 Space Marines of the boarding party were the last remnants of a decimated, already tainted Chapter - The Asylum Seekers - and they too, had their own agenda. He could feel it burning beneath their helmets, behind their eyes. They were now, in essence, sentinels of vengeance and nothing more.
Rogue Trader Lord Soh'resson stood only a few steps away, viewing the stricken Space Hulk on the monitors, yet the distance between the two men was insurmountable. The shields of the ancient Space Hulk The Three Sisters had been surprisingly easy to disable, and Inquisitor Gruben had immediately demanded they destroy their adversary at this rare moment of vulnerability, but this was not his choice to make, or his command.
"For an Inquisitor, I find your lack of inquisitiveness rather alarming. Aren't you at least a little intrigued? The lost technology aboard that vessel may one day aid the Imperium in it's darkest hour, when all else has failed."
"No. You're wrong, Soh'resson. It must be destroyed."
Lord Soh'resson was unaccustomed to having his orders questioned, but he would not be over-ruled. This region of space was unexplored and therefore outside the control of the Imperium. He alone was Lord and Master here, and he considered the prize too valuable an asset to simply just destroy on the whims of an over-zealous Inquisitor.
Inquisitor Gruben spoke softly, quietly, unusual for such an imposing and important man, but his simply-put statements often bristled with unspoken threats,
"What you seek...it is forbidden."
"We are in uncharted territory, Inquisitor, beyond the reach of Imperial diktat. You have no authority here."
"Never-the-less, prepare to board."
The order was intended more for the ears of his own crew, although he secretly hoped the Inquisitor and his retinue would lend their psychic support. His own Psykers were woefully unprepared for the task ahead; against the arcane sorcery and the walking nightmares that awaited them on the decks and corridors of The Three Sisters.