It is indeed the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, and for countless years the Imperium of Man has waged endless wars from all the enemies the galaxy is prepared to throw at them.
Enemies Without, the vile xenos species that would deny humanities manifest destiny.
Enemies Beyond, warping the reality that Mankind rightfully shapes with mind snapping terror.
But this particular tale, is of the Enemies Within. Those vile pustules that would deny the glory of the Emperor of Mankind's light and seek glory for themselves through darker means.
We begin this tale upon the Kappex Orbital Station, which orbits around Desoleum the manufacturing powerhouse of the Askellon Sector.
It is 3.911.867.M41 the time is 0600 standard Imperial.
Our three acolytes have been dropped off from the rogue trading vessels they were previously on for transport to the planet on their way to meet a liaison for their inquisitor to receive their first, of hopefully many, briefings of the mission they are going to be set on.
((This is a scene that is happening, but not one you are a part of.))
"Madame Inquisitor, I'm simply curious as to why you chose these three individuals."*
We see an albino female in simple ministorum garb eating a bit of corpse starch rations and drinking from a cup of recaff. She is speaking to a view screen in the chest of a servitor that is wired into some arcane machinery.
-"Well, the two are sisters, they'll be able to keep one another on their perspective paths, and Balthazar should be a...different point of view for them."
The view screen is incredibly dark, and so the features of the speaker are very difficult to make out, but the shape seems feminine, as the voice would betray as well. She is speaking impeccably perfect High Gothic in return.
"A witch hunter is a bit different than a Sororitas member, if you'll excuse my saying."
-"I do, that's the point, there's a fury and fire that they've yet to see. The...unpurified hatred that humanity can bring to the fore is different than what the white hot hatred that a Sororitas is demanded of creating. They will do well to be exposed to it. Forged by it."
"It's just that...well with what they'll be encountering. They haven't even completed their training yet, and the Order of the Watchful Eye is already weary of your involvement in this. The Imperium would benefit if this contract goes through."
-"Inellia, you must have faith...a little fire never hurt the nobility."
This last line is said with a tinge of regret in the voice.
The woman nods, understanding that the conversation is over, the viewscreen goes black, and she turns back to her recaff.
If this were a television show then the camera zooms into the recaff's black smooth surface.
*Translated from High Gothic
Both Ariel and Estelia's dataslates chime with the passing of the hour and the new thought of the day "Hope is the beginning of Unhappiness.".
How do we find our three acolytes? What are their morning routines?
((Now these double parentheses if you missed it earlier means that this sentence is Out Of Character, try to keep them relatively short. Secondarily still working out XP rewards, but I feel it will be best to reward them based on the ending of scenes like this one, and the difficulty encountered within them. As for spending, we'll wait until there is a narrative chance for downtime to relax and think back upon the experiences had and put them to use. Lastly I'd like one post from each of you before we get any double posts, that way I know we are all on the same page before we burn ourselves out in conversation.))