"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the daemon, I shall fear nothing.

For I am what the daemon fears."

Grand Master Mandulis of the Grey Knights

  "Inquisitor-Lord Ares is down! We need to immediate extract," I scream into my vox head set. 

  "Inquisitor Thrace, calm down! Screaming into the vox does you no good," a voice says over the vox calmly. 

  The cacophony of the battle could be heard through out the temple. What was originally an investigation into a threat of Chaos Cult, became a Daemon incursion. Not a full scale planet take over, but enough that the temple would no longer be standing, once we were done. The room was full of Daemonettes, seekers and Fiends of Slaanesh. The cultist laid dead from where We killed them or the Slaaneshi Daemons did.  We are wearing rebreathers to keeping the musk smelling pheromones the Daemons secret, out of our nostrils. That did not stop the Slaaneshi Daemons form attmepting to entice us. But it was not working. We were resolute. We were, who were we. 

  We were the Agents in the employ of Ordo Malleus Inquisitor-Lord "Ares". "Ares" is his call sign, I believe. I have know him as many names, all considered pseudonyms, and one name, that could be his real name. I have know the members of the team since I was a younger. Autosavant Euclid was one of the longest serving agents of Inquisitor-Lord "Ares". Euclid often accompanied us on the missions, and was probably "Ares" must trusted servant. I say was because he was vivisected by a fiend. Chiurgeon Herodicus is with him, pulling the data from his databanks and scrolls. Ake, our pistoleer, is protecting Herodicus, pistols blazing.  Deathworld Veteran Hughes is swinging his pole arm keeping Daemons at reach while Penal Legionnaire Miller, flame pistol and chainsword torching and cutting the daemons, straying to close. Daemonym Seeker Sol Omon is moving and repelling the Daemonettes but not the Fiends, his sword glowing. The Twin Mystics, Phib and Deim Os are helping contain the Daemons in the temple. 

  I am former Interrogator Thrace, recently promoted to Inquisitor, while enroute to this world. Like "Ares", I am a Psyker. It is what brought me to his attention 17 years ago. Now in my 30s, I have served him as an Acolyte to the rank of High Interrogator. As a Trusted Acolyte, I ran Enyalios, "Ares" private palace on Enceladus, one of Jupiter's Moons, near Titan. I then was promoted to Throne Agent and began earning my Rosette. As we departed Enyalios, aboard the Black Ship, Atos Polemoio, "Ares" personal Black Ship, I was called to the War Room, and in front of the all the Agents and the Chamber Militant of the Ordo Malleus on this mission, "Ares" presented me with my own Ordo Malleus Rosette, bestowing the title of Inquisitor upon me. 

  My bolt pistol runs dry and I reach for another magazine. I slam a new magazine into the pistol, saying a little prayer to pistols machine spirit. I began firing the psybolts at the Daemons. The impregnated psychic energy of the rounds makes short work, of the Seekers, each round sending back to the Warp. 

  "How much longer, Herdicus," I ask the Chiurgeon.

  "We are good," Herdicus responds.

  "Five minutes, Agents. We will get "Ares" out. Move to the top of the Temple. A Storm Raven will pick you up. It will be a hot LZ pick up too," says the voice on the vox. 

  "Ake, lead, Phib, Herodicus, Hughes, Miller Deim, Sol, and then me. The Chamber Militant will cover us to extraction." I called out. 

  "See you on the Atos Polemoio, Agents. We will have the Brother Apothecaries and Medicae ready," said the voice. 

  We begin our climb to the roof. The staccato of the Stormbolter fire fills our ears. The Chamber Militant of the Order Malleus arrived. The screams of the daemons can be heard. We make it to roof. A Silver Storm Raven with Red, White and Black markings, flys over head and takes a hovering position for us to board.  We climb aboard. As the ramp closes, the Storm Raven ascends out of the planet's atmosphere.  

  "Storm Raven has cleared orbit," voxed the Pilot.

  "Copy that. Teleporting now. Launch the Psi Missile on our location, Atos Palemoio," said the voice leading the Chamber Militant. 

  Once aboard the Atos Polemoio, we disembarked. I ran to the Medicae Station, to see Inquisitor "Ares" in the Surgery suite. The Medicae staff along with the Chamber Militant Apothecaries were handling the surgeries.  

  "Ares is alive," said a voice behind me. It was the same voice that was over the vox, Planet side. 

  "Thank you," I said turning to face the voice. 

  In front of me, was the warrior from the Chamber Militant of the Ordo Malleus, clad in Silver Aegis Power Armor, inscribed with wards. 

  I awake. It was a dream, a memory from twenty years ago.