Orion looked a bit ed as he gnced between me and his Captain while I was sidering how much to share with the woman. What did I want from her? Was a lift to another world enough? Even that would be a siderable effort if what she said about the state of her ship is true and she has no reason to lie to me about that. "What were these heretics doing here?" she asked, visibly f herself to stay respectful. "No idea," I shrugged, "Crazy fuckers, not my job to work out how their deranged minds work, all I tell you is that I haven't met a single living human iwo-ish months I've been here." "I assume you'd want our help with getting off of this p?" asked Selene, holding my rather nguid stare with a firm one of her own. "You assume correctly," I smirked, "iurn — not that I o give anything, mind you — I will fet it if anything from this p should go missing, you have free reign over sging whatever strikes your fancy." My smirk widened into a slight grin as her stoic expression cracked a bit as the edge of her lips curved upwards. Selene Voss Selene forced her grin down as she noticed the Inquisitrinning triumphantly at her. She wasn't sure what to think, iime she'd met more than one Inquisitors and khey were all weird in some sehis oaking breaking through her apathetic facade like a game for her own amusement was no different. Weird but dangerous, that described the geous woman sitting nguidly oher side of the broken coffee table. Inquisitor Ea was uionably dangerous, the casual show of her psychic powers without any noticeable cogitators spoke of rock-hard will h-tier surgeries and hidden impnts. Aside from that the woman looked normal, beautiful yes but normal. The only on on her istol holstered on her waist and she had not a single scar on her skin, nor any cyberic prosthetics. That's what made her weird, being an Inquisitor was a dangerous profession, every single one she met had at least an arm missing if not most of their bodies but this woman looked as natural as a newborn. "So," she decided to break the awkward silence as the woman seemed tent staring at her for another day, "would there be anything else you'd require of us while we sge for tools to fix up our ship?" "Ah," she nodded, like a thought just struck her, "I'd like someone knowledgeable about the happenings in the gaxy at rge," she tilted her head then, "Speaking of, what year is it? The st time I reported back was the 350th year of the 41st millennium." Selene sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth, fuck, what had she gotten herself into? "It is 999 of the 41st millennium," she answered after a sed, "are you able to tell us what happeo you?" " fuckery," she gave Selene a sage-like nod, "it's always annoying, you never know when or where you end up when you enter a Storm." "Wh-" Orion started but a cough from her silehe experienced man, "indeed." Selene nodded back, doing her best to mimic the thoughtful look of the Inquisitor. Who the ever-living fuck was crazy enough to jump into a Storm? Were Inquisitors actually protected by the Emperor or something? "It'd be imperative to make haste in your reparations," the woman said with narrowed eyes, "I hunted down a geealer patriard its Cult just a week ago along with a Lictor." Seleiffened, she had no idea what a Lictor was but she knew about geealers. Disgusting little fuckers that slowly took over ps before sughtering everyohey veed some sort of 'star gods' if she remembered right, which always mao draw the attention of the Inquisition along with other religious orders. Ordo Xenos is tasked with hunting down Xenos threats, geealers fit the bill perfectly. She also khat they hunted for any sort of Xenos corruptio knowledge, tools, retionships, or equipment but most importantly ons. She g her wrist, feeling rather scious of the wrist-mounted murder toy she had on it. "How do you get that by the way?" the woman g the on, "That's ly a toy you get in a bazaar, is it?" Selene gulped despite knowing she hasn't done anything that'd make the woma to force, and even if she did so she was surrounded by two hundred of her best men and women. Not that killing an Inquisitor came without sequences, she doubted if even Astartes could get away with it. "I bought it," she said stiffly, deg against hiding it uhe table and pg it on it instead. "You know what this is?" the woman asked with a smirk as she levitated it towards herself, making it spin slowly in the air. "I have tested it and used it in bat so I'd like to think I know its funality," she stated, which made the Inquisitor snort in — hopefully — amusement. "You know that's not what I meant," she said as the on nded in her hands, how does an inquisitor have delicate hands like that? "It has rather dubious ins," she admitted, "I know they aren't Imperial at least." "'Harlequin's Kiss' that's its name," Ea said, "Do you know what Harlequins are?" "Yes," said Selene in a whisper, her gaze hardening as she thought up ways to e out on top should the worst e to pass. If the Inquisitor told the truth no one would even search for her. "Hmm," I ehe way the stern woman almost squirmed under my gaze, "oy," I said as I tossed it back to her which made her fumble a bit as she caught it. "Did you know that a siab with that kill a Custodian?" I asked which made the woman stiffen up once again, even her half-burned bodyguard looked paler than a moment before as his gaze focused in on the small on, "keep it safe, some would view you having that on you as a threat by itself." She nodded a bit jerkily, I smiled and the militant tore his gaze away from the on with a gulp, oh he had seen a custodian in a once, iing. "As fun as it is chatting with you I think it'd be best if you didn't waste more time here," I sprang to my feet, making the bck-ops guys twitch a bit at my speed, "as I assume you don't know I'll reveal a bit of my rather heretical knowledge to you, I'm sure you'll be delighted." I cpped my hands together, "While geealers are the prelude to a shitstorm they e decades or eveuries before said storms, Lictors do not, they arrive weeks or months before." Selene Voss, great Captain of the whatever stood up, her schooled face showing some shock at st. "Under shitstorm I mean a Tyranid splinter-fleet by the way if you couldn't tell." "Fuck," she murmured, which was echoed by Orion, though he also had much more colorful curses for our little predit. "Now then," I looked betweewo, "get to work." They did so, Selene heading right back towards the shuttle with some of the guards while Orio about his men to collee equipment from the hangar or whatnot. I heard metal scraping oal as the three-meter-tall onstrosity ambled toward me with calcuted steps. That's one ugly motherfucker and I've seen mutants. "Greetings: Inquisitor Ea." a meical voice assailed my ears, sounding almost like statibsp;"Greetings," I the thing, "who do I have the pleasure of meeting?" Ah, he called me Ea, I had to hold back my stant smirk whenever I thought of my new name. Even just naming myself as an Inquisitor reposterous but one from the Ordo Xenos that was supposed to deal with threats like me? On top of that, I called myself Ea, an a monster from Greek mythology, known as the 'Mother of Monsters'. If only they'd find my little joke as funny as I do when they figure it out if they figure it out. "Response: Magos Dominus Zedev, Explorator of the Wanderer.""Query: Are the remains of the Xenanisms intad where I find them? Ah, fuck, just had to run into a xenobiologist. "I'm afraid the remains didn't take well to my melta grenades and as such at most, you'd find ash or a molten sludge if you crawled down into the uy," I shrugged regretfully. "Regrettable, Farewell." And with that he ambled onwards, well that was certainly a versation. "Lady Inquisitor," said one of the spec-ops guys after walking up to me rather robotically, "The Captain is going to head back to the ship with the shuttle, if you wish to apany her I'd lead you there." Huh, the ship, that could be iing. "Lead the way," I smiled, and while he didn't show any outward signs his heart beat a tiny bit faster and I felt his thoughts wandering quite far. Telepathy could be a curse sometimes, not that I minded his surprisingly reserved fantasies. I expected people who stantly endaheir life to be more animalistic like in the WH books but he might just be an exception. The Captain is much more iing though, these goons are rather boorish.