Thread: Inglorious Acolytes (Friendly Alien & Openots)

For the three women it had hardly been odd to receive a summons from the Inquisitor. Such a thing was an honor and a curse. It meant one of two things. Either they were suspected of heresy and would be put down like the dogs they would be viewed as, or they were being recruited as Acolytes. Agents of the Inquisition, allowed to act without remorse or regrets when it came to the rules and religion of the Imperial Cult. Summoned onto the grand ship, the three had no clue what to think of one another. Miri Xylo, a rather slender looking woman. It was painfully obvious she was one of the Sanctioned Psykers of the Imperium. Sunken eyes, white robes, messy black hair, and the telltale staff. She sat in her chair, humming to herself, a grin on her face. It was always nice to see how others reacted to her. Fun to gauge their reactions and predict how they would act. Of course, to anyone with experience in the Imperial Guard, she was a well known face. A Biomancer, one of the more disturbing trees of Warp witchcraft. Plus, being a Beta level psyker, anyone who had seen her in action on the battlefield knew well what she was capable on. Turning her breath into a massive cloud of toxic gas, shapeshifting into beasts of horror, the list went on and on. Though notably, the shapeshifting was what disturbed people the most. The idea of a Human being able to wear anothers face was always unsettling. Letting long nailed fingers rap against the table, she hummed to herself, a smile playing on the thin lips. Tya Nirm was uneasy. The rather young woman. It was clear she was nervous, never felt quite right around military types. She was dressed in almost the exact same garb the other Adept was though she was hardly here for the same reason. There was a very, very, very fine line as to what people were allowed to know in the Imperium, and she had well crossed that line years ago. In that pretty little head of hers lay information that most citizens of the Imperium would be purged with fire simply for knowing. But luckily, the Inquisitor got to her first. She was a rather curvy thing, the robes clinging to said curves in such a way it revealed more than it hid. She was surprisingly well groomed compared to the rest of the people in the room. Just by instinct, she sat next to the other Adept, after all, better to associate with someone who didnt look like they were ready to start shooting at any given moment, right? Offering the other woman a nervous smile, she leaned back in her seat, scanning the room. The replacement eye had been optional. Better for quickly reading documents and remembering faces with the interface it had built into it. In a profession like hers it was fairly useful. And finally, the rather athletic woman. Tall, slender, dressed in a black body glove with a hood that hung down her back. At her waist hung two power swords, on her hip several throwing knives, and on the back of her belt, a pair of daggers. Like the guardswoman, she remained standing, her arms crossed. Paranoia was the best friend of an assassin, and even in one of the most secure places in the galaxy she wasnt going to let her guard down. To anyone familiar with such things, the abundance of bladed weapons was the sign of a Moritat Assassin, a Death Cult who claimed to serve the Emperor though with a few twists to the dogma of it. It was clear Tya knew this as she sat on the opposite side of the room from the woman. Her hair was pulled back into a short ponytail as she glanced around the room, obviously sizing them up. Sororita, two Adepts, a Psyker, and a Guardswoman. Nothing she couldnt handle well maybe the Psyker. Hard to kill something that can break you with its brain. And finally the Inquisitor. One didnt gain such a rank by being meek or unworthy. Only the best rose to a rank where they were unbound from the rules of the Imperium. Under constant scrutiny by several Chapters of the Space Marines, save the Grey Knights because of their unorthodox methods. Alright you worthless pigs, here is how this is going to work! The Inquisitors voice boomed. Commissars had to shout over the sounds of battle and the screams of men, it was hardly surprising for her to have such a voice as well. I have hand selected each and every one of you to serve in this cell. Though I imagine you probably already figured that out. So well start with introductions. Your names dont matter. Your past, doesnt matter. All that matters is that you can do what I tell you without muddying up the whole operation. Growling, she stood up. She was quite busty, the impressive endowments showing through the armored coat. The massive hat wasnt there. Technically she wasnt a commissar any longer, no point in wearing it. If you all survive your mission, then Ill actually take the time to get to know you personally. But until then A gloved finger pressed a button in front of her chair as the viewing screen flickered to life. You lot will be going to a Feudal world. Guardsmen reports have been claiming that signs of cult activity have been cropping up in the outskirts of the city. Well be within shuttle distance within two days time, any questions? Without waiting for anyone to actually reply, she answered herself. No? Good. Go get acquainted with one another and all that shit. Youll be given temporary quarters on the ship and there SHOULD be a data-slate with further details. You all are dismissed And with that, she waved her hand, turning and walking out the door in the back of the room. It wasnt exactly surprising why she tended to go through acolytes a lot faster than most Inquisitors did.