Post by Gunny O'Grady on Jun 3, 2013 1:48:23 GMT -5
Interrogation Chamber of Inquisitor Nicolai Emyrich, 1st and 2nd Actions
Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown
“You know what they call us? Kor’La – means Air Warriors. You see Niko – you mind if I call you Niko? – my boys don’t mind that so much. Used to be the Carcathan Marine Corps… now we’re the Carcathan Kor’La. Tomato, Tomahto, right?”
The chamber smells like the sweat of two men. A lone steel table sits in a small black room; the Inquisitor, in his chair, hooded and ram-rod straight. The Captain leans back with his legs crossed. He doesn’t seem to mind the pistol on the table.
“Semantics do not justify Heresy, Captain Geriod.”
“No they do not, Niko. They most certainly do not. But History – History might.”
A big row of white teeth flashes across the Captain’s face.
“You and I have a little bit of history,” he continues, “Did you know that? We’ve been on the same planet two times before, in fact. First time was when you saved us from the bugs on that backwater training planet. Those men you evac’d at Fort Coda? – I was one of them.”
He tries to see some eyes underneath the Inquisitor’s deep hood, to no avail. He goes on.
“I was only a lieutenant then – but you didn’t really notice a thing. You were just there for the artifact. The bugs were just an inconvenience. Tyranids, you called them…”
The Captain takes a long pause. His face twitches, almost imperceptibly, as if an old, bad memory took a moment to subside.
“I recall, Captain.” The Inquisitor says. He reflects briefly. “You wear my patience thin. Perhaps I’ll just leave you to my men. Good eve, Captain.”
The Inquisitor turns to leave the small black room.
“If you value your life, Niko, you’ll sit your bum back down.”
“Do you mean to threaten me?”
“Surely you must remember the second time we met? It was in my hometown. Of course you didn’t save anybody that day. You just wanted the next artifact. We were out of food and munitions. We were ragged and hopeless and hanging on. We were under siege from Heretic forces for ten years with not an emperor-damned word from the Imperium!”
The Captain slams his open hand on the table.
“But you didn’t give two big loads about Carcatha! Our occupation was just another inconvenience to you. You didn’t see me that day, but I saw you and your little entourage. You showed up, you took what you wanted, and you left.”
Silently, from his position by the door, the Inquisitor pulls back his hood. Horrible warp scars and chaotic tattoos climb up his face, the legacy of his indoctrination on the Black Ships. Two eyes made of ice fix on the Captain.
He says simply, “You. Understand. Nothing.”
“I guess it took the Greater Good rescuing us – converting us – for Carcatha to get on your radar.”
“Give me one good reason not to kill you, Captain Geriod.”
“Haven’t you been paying attention, Niko? History. I’ve got one with the Tau, too. Didn’t I tell you all this already? Didn’t I tell you what they call me? Kor’Vre. Means Hero. And you better believe they’re gonna’ come for me."
The Captain stands.
“And you might even kill me before they get here. Doesn’t matter. Because my men and the tall-thin-blue boys will make sure it’s the last miserable thing you ever do.”
Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown
“You know what they call us? Kor’La – means Air Warriors. You see Niko – you mind if I call you Niko? – my boys don’t mind that so much. Used to be the Carcathan Marine Corps… now we’re the Carcathan Kor’La. Tomato, Tomahto, right?”
The chamber smells like the sweat of two men. A lone steel table sits in a small black room; the Inquisitor, in his chair, hooded and ram-rod straight. The Captain leans back with his legs crossed. He doesn’t seem to mind the pistol on the table.
“Semantics do not justify Heresy, Captain Geriod.”
“No they do not, Niko. They most certainly do not. But History – History might.”
A big row of white teeth flashes across the Captain’s face.
“You and I have a little bit of history,” he continues, “Did you know that? We’ve been on the same planet two times before, in fact. First time was when you saved us from the bugs on that backwater training planet. Those men you evac’d at Fort Coda? – I was one of them.”
He tries to see some eyes underneath the Inquisitor’s deep hood, to no avail. He goes on.
“I was only a lieutenant then – but you didn’t really notice a thing. You were just there for the artifact. The bugs were just an inconvenience. Tyranids, you called them…”
The Captain takes a long pause. His face twitches, almost imperceptibly, as if an old, bad memory took a moment to subside.
“I recall, Captain.” The Inquisitor says. He reflects briefly. “You wear my patience thin. Perhaps I’ll just leave you to my men. Good eve, Captain.”
The Inquisitor turns to leave the small black room.
“If you value your life, Niko, you’ll sit your bum back down.”
“Do you mean to threaten me?”
“Surely you must remember the second time we met? It was in my hometown. Of course you didn’t save anybody that day. You just wanted the next artifact. We were out of food and munitions. We were ragged and hopeless and hanging on. We were under siege from Heretic forces for ten years with not an emperor-damned word from the Imperium!”
The Captain slams his open hand on the table.
“But you didn’t give two big loads about Carcatha! Our occupation was just another inconvenience to you. You didn’t see me that day, but I saw you and your little entourage. You showed up, you took what you wanted, and you left.”
Silently, from his position by the door, the Inquisitor pulls back his hood. Horrible warp scars and chaotic tattoos climb up his face, the legacy of his indoctrination on the Black Ships. Two eyes made of ice fix on the Captain.
He says simply, “You. Understand. Nothing.”
“I guess it took the Greater Good rescuing us – converting us – for Carcatha to get on your radar.”
“Give me one good reason not to kill you, Captain Geriod.”
“Haven’t you been paying attention, Niko? History. I’ve got one with the Tau, too. Didn’t I tell you all this already? Didn’t I tell you what they call me? Kor’Vre. Means Hero. And you better believe they’re gonna’ come for me."
The Captain stands.
“And you might even kill me before they get here. Doesn’t matter. Because my men and the tall-thin-blue boys will make sure it’s the last miserable thing you ever do.”