Post by connor on Jul 31, 2011 22:31:02 GMT -5
Prolouge:
The custodians threw him into the chair, leaving him in the dark room. Just him, a table, a window behind him, and a mirror in front of him. "Were on terra did you find him, knight commander?" Steffan asked.
"In the local pub, knee deep in pints of ale." The armor clad man replied.
Steffan looked through the one way mirror
"give him a few moments to work his thoughts out, then we shall begin." he tells his partner, sirias.
"As you wish, my friend." she responds
*just what in the warp have I done to deserve this!* I thought to myself *I haven't done anything to draw attention to myself, they have nothing on me...I hope*
My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and two figures stepped in. One a tall women, with blond hair. The other, a short burly man. Each with a bolt pistol, at one side and a saber a the other. The man was holding a dossier In one hand.
The women sits down in front of me, and the man stands at the side of the table. I can feel their stare, it's unnerving... To say the least. I decide to break the silence.
" what do you want, i have done nothing wrong!"
The two of them look at each other, the women nods at the man, he opens the dossier and begins,
"Allen Marsh, wanted on three separate planets. For six accounts of murder, Dissertion of the imperial guard, 27th Tauren battalion."
I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off as he continues down the list.
"murder of a regimental commander, murder of Alex Quntan, chapter master of the Aurorean Shields space Marine chapter. Attempted murder of a planetary governor."
He continues down the list, my lips begin to curl into a grin. Soon he'll stop messing around and get too.. Him.
"Assisted in the jail break of an extremely dangerous cultist leader, helped said cultist leader escape imperial capture, and escape off planet. Assisted in armed uprising with local militia rebels. And arsine." he finishes.
I look up.
"you added the arsine charge, I didn't burn down anyth.."
"the governor's mansion." the women interjects.
"Right, I forgot about that." I reply silently, looking back down at the table, tapping my fingers. I throw my arms out,
"well good job, you finally caught me, haul me away to the big house, give me a penal uniform, or just shoot me, but what ever you do get on with it."
"were is he?" the woman asks. Looking straight at me
"Were is who?" I reply arrogantly turning my head sideways. Witch results in a open back hand from the man.
"now this is getting interesting!" I laugh. "What's next, more beating, flogging, or how about a nice old branding you can never go wrong with that!" the man picks me up by the collar of my shirt, and throws me to the ground.
"Steffan!" the women yells "control yourself."
The man looks down at me, snorts and walks out of the room, I push myself up and sit back down. "Please Mr. Marsh, tell us were he is."
"Why should I tell you anything?" I ask. She pulls out a small box and sets it on the table. She opens it to reveal the small ornament inside, the scarlet letter I with a skull in the center.
" emperor protect me, Inquisition!" I accidentally sputter out.
"I didn't think Heretics believed in the emperors power." she said
"Heretic? My my, for an inquisitor your information could be no further from the truth. " I reply.
"Well, then convince me otherwise. As it stands, the odds are dragged against you. Killing one of the emperors angels of death, causing a civil war, and freeing a cultist leader."
"Cultist? Angel? Civil war? Very well then Inquisitor, it's clear you have no idea what your involved in, so I'll tell you, and, just for you, ill start at the beginning. It began all those years ago, back on Taurea prime...
ok, so anyone interested in this? its a story told by the point of view of a suspected heretic during his interrigation by two ordo heriticus inquisators.
The custodians threw him into the chair, leaving him in the dark room. Just him, a table, a window behind him, and a mirror in front of him. "Were on terra did you find him, knight commander?" Steffan asked.
"In the local pub, knee deep in pints of ale." The armor clad man replied.
Steffan looked through the one way mirror
"give him a few moments to work his thoughts out, then we shall begin." he tells his partner, sirias.
"As you wish, my friend." she responds
*just what in the warp have I done to deserve this!* I thought to myself *I haven't done anything to draw attention to myself, they have nothing on me...I hope*
My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and two figures stepped in. One a tall women, with blond hair. The other, a short burly man. Each with a bolt pistol, at one side and a saber a the other. The man was holding a dossier In one hand.
The women sits down in front of me, and the man stands at the side of the table. I can feel their stare, it's unnerving... To say the least. I decide to break the silence.
" what do you want, i have done nothing wrong!"
The two of them look at each other, the women nods at the man, he opens the dossier and begins,
"Allen Marsh, wanted on three separate planets. For six accounts of murder, Dissertion of the imperial guard, 27th Tauren battalion."
I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off as he continues down the list.
"murder of a regimental commander, murder of Alex Quntan, chapter master of the Aurorean Shields space Marine chapter. Attempted murder of a planetary governor."
He continues down the list, my lips begin to curl into a grin. Soon he'll stop messing around and get too.. Him.
"Assisted in the jail break of an extremely dangerous cultist leader, helped said cultist leader escape imperial capture, and escape off planet. Assisted in armed uprising with local militia rebels. And arsine." he finishes.
I look up.
"you added the arsine charge, I didn't burn down anyth.."
"the governor's mansion." the women interjects.
"Right, I forgot about that." I reply silently, looking back down at the table, tapping my fingers. I throw my arms out,
"well good job, you finally caught me, haul me away to the big house, give me a penal uniform, or just shoot me, but what ever you do get on with it."
"were is he?" the woman asks. Looking straight at me
"Were is who?" I reply arrogantly turning my head sideways. Witch results in a open back hand from the man.
"now this is getting interesting!" I laugh. "What's next, more beating, flogging, or how about a nice old branding you can never go wrong with that!" the man picks me up by the collar of my shirt, and throws me to the ground.
"Steffan!" the women yells "control yourself."
The man looks down at me, snorts and walks out of the room, I push myself up and sit back down. "Please Mr. Marsh, tell us were he is."
"Why should I tell you anything?" I ask. She pulls out a small box and sets it on the table. She opens it to reveal the small ornament inside, the scarlet letter I with a skull in the center.
" emperor protect me, Inquisition!" I accidentally sputter out.
"I didn't think Heretics believed in the emperors power." she said
"Heretic? My my, for an inquisitor your information could be no further from the truth. " I reply.
"Well, then convince me otherwise. As it stands, the odds are dragged against you. Killing one of the emperors angels of death, causing a civil war, and freeing a cultist leader."
"Cultist? Angel? Civil war? Very well then Inquisitor, it's clear you have no idea what your involved in, so I'll tell you, and, just for you, ill start at the beginning. It began all those years ago, back on Taurea prime...
ok, so anyone interested in this? its a story told by the point of view of a suspected heretic during his interrigation by two ordo heriticus inquisators.