=][= DEATHWATCH: SOLO PLAY =][=
=][= KILL MARINE: OPERATION MIDNIGHT =][=
The Halls approaching the Mirador, Watch Station Andronicus.
On a mission to save the souls of the deviants below, a ship from the Ecclesiarchy, operating on the thinnest tolerance from Ebongrave, entered Argoth orbit to broadcast Imperial Liturgies to the lost. The vox and hololithic transmissions lasted for a single day, until The Cardinal Virtues was shot down with all hands.
It was a disaster. Watch Captain Procion of the Iron Knights laced his fingers as he listened to the reports come in via vox. The direct transmission carried the panic and the screaming of the Imperial vessel as it plunged into the atmosphere of a hostile planet. The environment of Argoth was inimical to human life and if the Soulship came down in the wastes, they were finished. Usually, he would have no compassion for the people lost. They had spent years petitioning Ebongrave and finally they wandered, unprotected into a warzone.
There was, however, a wrinkle to the issue which caused his thoughts to linger on the deaths of thousands. Among them was an Inquisitor of the Ordo Xenos, along with their retinue. Across the desk, folded into the deep leather chair opposite, sat a powerful, tall man wrapped in the red-black robes of the Inquisition. His hood lay in a fold across his shoulders and at the meeting of the glance, his blue eyes looked away.
Procion could read the discomfort, even so tightly controlled. He heard the deeply augmented tones of his own voice as he asked the necessary question. "They were your people, Markus. What do you want done?"
"Have we got anyone available?"
"All my Kill Teams are spoken for on the Greyhell front. I have a new warrior diverted from Erioch."
Markus Hadrax smiled, the tension pulling around his eyes. "Bring him in. We'll see what he can do."
Edited by Mazer Rackham, 20 November 2020 - 12:49 AM.