Inquisitor Thilius' tale

[Hetacondries]

It had been fifteen long days..fifteen bloody, brutal and horrible days.

 

Davvin Thork sat down heavily on the back seat of the rhino apc that had pulled up and rescued him from the carnage that was Mellision fields. He belonged to the inquisition, and namely Inquisitor Loren Thilius, a potent psyker herself and devoted and loyal servant.

 

He sighed as he looked around the interior of the apc as it rumbled along the rough and uneven ground towards the landing pad where he believed his master was waiting to escort them off the planet. Where he would hop out, salute him and then leave this wretched rock.

 

The rhino jumped briefly, Davvin thought nothing of it:

 

Probably another batch of dead orks... he thought to himself as he felt his grip tighten on his shotgun, the hefty weapon became a close friend over the last two weeks. He had come down in the chimera loaded with a heavy bolter, combat blade, and rich vibrant polished carapace armour, adorned with the signs of his brilliant service to his Lady and the Emperor. He also carried several extra box magazines and one backpack loaded with dozens of rounds that was fed directly into the mighty weapon. They were all expened, the heavy bolter lost.

 

His prosthetics ached, limbs weary as was the meat parts of his body too from the strain and the nigh on constant assault of the green tide. For fifteen days he had survived on a handful of hours sleep each night, each had warp spawned nightmares that bled into his mind testing him. They didn't suceed.

 

He smiled and a feeling of pride he was serving the Emperor, washed over him, the feeling that he with Inquisitor Thilius would find the taint, cleanse it and be done with this world.

 

He was wrong, remembering the sick feeling he had when she was slain. The emptiness of his lady now leaving him, the physical pain would heal, the emotions could be scrubbed out and memories erased. But his soul would feel her dying for the rest of his days.

 

The dull green hue of the light from several small holoamps that dotted the roof of the rhino, the air thick with rescrubbed filtered air and the sound of the engine roaring as it sped over the terrain. The green ambience higlighted the Stormtroopers sat alongside him, adorned in her Ladys colours of grey and navy blue, hellguns ready and charged. There was another bump, and the mood changed to an angry red suddenly.

 

The veteran leading the squad looked up, his gnarled and scarred face topped with a stylish red Beret centered with a mark of the Inquisition adorned in the centre. Scratching his well trimmed goatee he raised an eyebrow as the side of the rhino turned into the roof and the inside filled up with smoke and sparks and the sickly howl of the orks that had followed them followed by the loud thud of something screaming through the hull and the sick crunch of his skull on the floor.

 

Davvin was lying in a pool of blood, it wasn't his but it wasn't that of the enemies. A large gash had been torn out of the right side of the rhino, cleaving three troopers into may chunks of bone gore and tissue that spattered the cramped remains of the interior. The veteran groaned as he rubbed his bleeding head with his powerfisted gauntlet and spat blood out of the gash in the side of the armour.

 

There was a large chaotic orkish axe that was lodged in the side of the hole.It still was whirring with a angry whining noise as Davvin scrambled to his feet, kicking the door panel switch as it hissed and grinded open in a shower of sparks.

 

Outside blinded him for a moment, the light from the two suns set off a ferocious display of radiace and heat that made the area swell and ripple in the distance as it distorted and cast strange images. He could see the green tide start to slowly but surely make there way towards him.

 

"Whatever took out our rhino is still close by.." the veteran grunted as he stepped outside, pulling his visor over his eyes to shield them "By the throne..." he stuttered "Thats a lot of them damn uglier orks.."

 

"Orks are ugly no matter what form they take" a trooper added as he stepped down into the heat. His left arm was snapped at the elbow, blood trickled form the bone that had protruded from the injury, and it had already started to turn a sickly and death ridden colour. Davvin knew that without a Medicae he would die soon.

 

"I will fight them until I no longer can.." he said weakly "..for the Emperor is my shield..my sword and my..." he wretched up something inside of his helmet, and visibly convulsed as he dropped to his knees.

 

"I'm sorry son.." the veteran readied his hellpistol "Your service is ended"

 

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Well thats a small taster of the battle that my inq retinue went through. If you like i can continue and explain everything further. ;)