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Malek Deneith:
- I'm with others on that - I know you need us to do something, but not the details - Laz shook his head then cracked a grin - I wasn't even told where I was going until I got here.
Gargulec:
"To serve the Emperor, you say?"
You think that, if not for her apparent reluctance to show any emotions, she would have giggled.
"You're barely fit to serve me, let alone the Emperor. The only reason I have let you reach this far is for the sole purpose of evaluation. You will be tasked with something simple, and watched. If you do manage to prove yourself useful, maybe you will take you first step on the long road to becoming acolytes. But if you do not... then I am afraid there are things you have seen and will see that you shouldn't have. Do I have to say how dire, for you, would be the consequences of failure?"
She pauses for a couple seconds to let her speech sink in. Still expressionless, yet apparently content with your reaction, she continues:
"Magos from forge-world Magna Alpha have reported strange occurrences on the planet. Minor cult activity, it seems. Normally this would be a job for Arbiters, however the Machine Priests from Magna Alpha are preparing to launch a vast Exploratory Fleet into the Halo Stars and even the slightest Chaos taint could cause the whole fleet to enter the short path to damnation, a fate seen way too many times."
Pistis Sophia passes you small metal badges, bearing her seal.
"I've arranged a passage for you to Magna Alpha, and alerted my friend Magi there of your arrival. You're being sent to investigate, find the source of the problem, and eradicate it, if possible. If this is not the case, report back to me, and someone more capable will be sent, yet I doubt it that such measures will be necessary. For the period of time this investigation will take, you are granted Acolyte privileges."
For the first time, a faint smile showed upon her face.
"Also, you will be accompanied by my servant. He is in possession of helpful and unusual skills, and I want to evaluate him too. Do bear in mind he is my property." She raised her voice. "Come, Silharriel!"
From the shadows a figure emerged. For a second, you thought that he was human, but when he entered the faint light in the middle of the room, you all sighed in unison.
Another Eldar. Great!
Just like the previous one, he had an ornamented collar attached to his neck. But unlike her, his clothes were in rather poor condition - ragged and tattered - like you would expect on long-time prisoners.
"Any questions?" Sophia asked, after a second.
Xander Morhaime:
"Five thrones says we won't even get out of the city alive if we bugger up, never mind off planet," Halsted muttered, turning the insignia over in his hand.
The most recent addition to the team, however, caused him to tense up a bit.
"Can we put it in a full-face helmet, maybe?" the guardsman said, pointing at the new Eldar. "Or something else to cover its head? It'll be far easier going if we don't have to stop every five minutes to explain that it's inquisitorial property and shouldn't be shot just yet," he added in explanation.
Silhar:
Not even a word passed through the lips of the Eldar, while he was taking a careful look at his new comrades, a slight glitter of curiosity in his green, tired eyes. It seemed like the Xeno felt uneasy and maybe embarrassed with whole situation. Though not physically old, he looked like the time has crippled, twisted and broken him already, yet still Silharriel was shining with some mad pride, specific for his race. Unsettling look indeed.
He let his cold gaze rest on the guardsman's face, while the human was speaking out his mind.
"Wear that helmet for yourself. You'll make a good use of it while I'll be bashing you in the face, scum.", he thought. He won't let any mere grunt to treat him like a thing, that's too much.
Then suddenly, he recalled himself of an explosive collar he was wearing, and abandoned the desire for violence, coughing. The neck skin was all itchy.
Malek Deneith:
- 'Grunt' there has a point about the helmet - your 'servant' will stand out anyway, but going out with his face shown will kill either us, him or both - Laz said - There's also a matter of trust. I'm sure that... it... behaves while you're around ma'am but how can *we* make sure it'll play along?
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