Mission 2 - Crucible
++Inquisition Documentum – Archive OR-744w5-233++
++ Log-Entry 55-029++
++Segmentum Obscurus - Sector Askellon - Subsector Thule++
++Malcolm Criid++
++Rank: Interrogator++
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++Begin Entry++
Lieutenant Jung has informed me that we will be passing through a flare from Pandemonium over the next 72 hours, directly after we enter Asphodel Depths. I wish she had not.
The idea of it alone makes me feel ill. This stain of madness permeates both real-space and the Empyrean and yet she claims that the Light of Lamaea will hardly notice. In fact, she claims that Captain Kaffa has traversed far worse under far more pressing circumstances. A little research turned up that the 2nd Fleet, including the Light, was forced to race through a massive event of type-E warp storms in order to lift the 3rd siege of Juno during the Supremacy Wars. I also learned that the fleet lost one out of every twelve ships during this gauntlet, and that Captain Kaffa had been a gunnery sergeant at the time. The Lieutenant must have kindly decided to spare me these facts. Wisely, all observation ports will be closed during the turbulent crossing.
I shared my concerns with Sorian. I suppose I was hoping he had some prior experience that would assuage my fears, but he was as uncouth as ever. I have barely heard two sentences out of him since we left Novabella. I know he considers me pampered and entitled, and I can deal with that. He thinks me useless and a burden, but I know my merit. He has no idea what the Schola Progenium was like, so he paints it as a paradise compared to life on his dismal homeworld. However, despite his supposed instinct and righteousness, no Interrogator I know has been waiting longer for promotion. I will not stoop so low as to bring this up to him, but there is no need. He already knows this and must wonder why. Perhaps this is the cause of his eternally poor disposition. I hope the old man sponsors him for a rosette soon just so I no longer have to see that perpetual scowl. I pity any acolyte he ever takes on.
I saw him wearing that ridiculous medallion around again yesterday. Why he has found so much pride in an honorary award from the self-indulgent nobility of that agri-world surpasses my ability to construe, but this makes a week straight now. I guess he made a real connection with the people there.
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++ Log-Entry 55-029++
++Segmentum Obscurus - Sector Askellon - Subsector Thule++
++Malcolm Criid++
++Rank: Interrogator++
+++++++++++++++++++
++Begin Entry++
Lieutenant Jung has informed me that we will be passing through a flare from Pandemonium over the next 72 hours, directly after we enter Asphodel Depths. I wish she had not.
The idea of it alone makes me feel ill. This stain of madness permeates both real-space and the Empyrean and yet she claims that the Light of Lamaea will hardly notice. In fact, she claims that Captain Kaffa has traversed far worse under far more pressing circumstances. A little research turned up that the 2nd Fleet, including the Light, was forced to race through a massive event of type-E warp storms in order to lift the 3rd siege of Juno during the Supremacy Wars. I also learned that the fleet lost one out of every twelve ships during this gauntlet, and that Captain Kaffa had been a gunnery sergeant at the time. The Lieutenant must have kindly decided to spare me these facts. Wisely, all observation ports will be closed during the turbulent crossing.
I shared my concerns with Sorian. I suppose I was hoping he had some prior experience that would assuage my fears, but he was as uncouth as ever. I have barely heard two sentences out of him since we left Novabella. I know he considers me pampered and entitled, and I can deal with that. He thinks me useless and a burden, but I know my merit. He has no idea what the Schola Progenium was like, so he paints it as a paradise compared to life on his dismal homeworld. However, despite his supposed instinct and righteousness, no Interrogator I know has been waiting longer for promotion. I will not stoop so low as to bring this up to him, but there is no need. He already knows this and must wonder why. Perhaps this is the cause of his eternally poor disposition. I hope the old man sponsors him for a rosette soon just so I no longer have to see that perpetual scowl. I pity any acolyte he ever takes on.
I saw him wearing that ridiculous medallion around again yesterday. Why he has found so much pride in an honorary award from the self-indulgent nobility of that agri-world surpasses my ability to construe, but this makes a week straight now. I guess he made a real connection with the people there.
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++Inquisition Documentum – Archive OR-744w5-329++
++ Log-Entry 55-112++
++Segmentum Obscurus - Sector Askellon - Subsector Asphodel Depths++
++Malcolm Criid++
++Rank: Interrogator++
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++Begin Entry++
Laskaris is dead. Slain by a warp entity more deadly and more bloodthirsty than anything I have seen. A true daemon. He was my mentor and the closest thing to a father I have ever known. His dedication to the God-Emperor has kept this sector safe from terrifying xenos predators and the conspiracies of traitorous organizations among us; both intent on quenching the light of Imperium. There was no need for him to have died on this ship. He left many tasks incomplete and Mankind is more vulnerable for it. We should never have been exposed to the storm.
Sorian. I should be furious to have been so betrayed, but I cannot move past incomprehension. How many lectures about the insidious far-reaching corruption of heresy have I read? How many examples have I seen? I should have been more vigilant. Even while watching the vidtape of his murderous sabotage, I tried to concoct an excuse for his actions...first because I could not believe Sorian would turn against Mankind, but then because I needed absolution for my apparent ignorance. The Novabellan medallion was glowing...you could see it flair to life whenever he was physically threatened by a crewman who stood in his way. That worthless amulet he had been given on Novabella was more than it seemed, but when we found him and I took it off his unconscious body I could not discover how to activate it. Even after showing them the vid, the tech-adepts insisted that the medallion had no machine spirit. It will go to the Inquisition along with whatever else I can scrounge up as evidence against Sorian.
There is proof that he destroyed the mechanisms that protected thousands of Imperial servants. There is damning evidence that he personally murdered many himself, including the Light's Captain and a member of the Navigator Houses. He truly sounds like he cannot recall any of his actions. He claims he felt horribly sick and had felt ill for days prior, but cannot remember anything from the past 48 hours. I am not fit to interrogate him though I crave answers.
The authority of Orinoca is preparing to receive the Light of Lamaea but I have already made contact with Factor Nameuren of the planetary Ordos in order to assure Inquisitorial interests are respected. Sorian, the acolytes, all of the Inquisitor's work and possessions, and I as well will be detained by the Inquisition to await their inspection and arbitration. The PDF Commissariat will take all those who are important or valuable enough to warrant the risk into custody, and these will be extensively interviewed, tested, and watched. If they show no corruption of mind or form, they might come away from this incident with no further harm then they have already experienced. A similar treatment awaits us with the Inquisition, I am sure. The ship's menial staff and poorer dregs will not likely be deemed worth the risk to the 'purity' of Orinoca...I foresee one last voyage for them, and the tainted Light of Lamaea, guided into Orinoca's star by a skeleton crew of servitors.
The interest from Laskaris' colleagues in his unfinished work is proving quite surprising. With all the secrecy required in our pursuits, it was easy to think that we stood alone against the creeping darkness, but Laskaris was clearly being tracked. Did he keep his own private correspondence with his peers, or did they somehow spy on him? Both are equally difficult to imagine. With only the briefest contact I have found new patrons for some of the Inquisitors more urgent undertakings, and even for the new acolyte team aboard the Light. I have consulted them about their preferred arrangements, and I am placing things in order as I dictate this. These agents have saved my life twice now, and I truly feel that the Inquisition needs their service; I am doubly determined to see them out of this situation.
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++ Log-Entry 55-112++
++Segmentum Obscurus - Sector Askellon - Subsector Asphodel Depths++
++Malcolm Criid++
++Rank: Interrogator++
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++Begin Entry++
Laskaris is dead. Slain by a warp entity more deadly and more bloodthirsty than anything I have seen. A true daemon. He was my mentor and the closest thing to a father I have ever known. His dedication to the God-Emperor has kept this sector safe from terrifying xenos predators and the conspiracies of traitorous organizations among us; both intent on quenching the light of Imperium. There was no need for him to have died on this ship. He left many tasks incomplete and Mankind is more vulnerable for it. We should never have been exposed to the storm.
Sorian. I should be furious to have been so betrayed, but I cannot move past incomprehension. How many lectures about the insidious far-reaching corruption of heresy have I read? How many examples have I seen? I should have been more vigilant. Even while watching the vidtape of his murderous sabotage, I tried to concoct an excuse for his actions...first because I could not believe Sorian would turn against Mankind, but then because I needed absolution for my apparent ignorance. The Novabellan medallion was glowing...you could see it flair to life whenever he was physically threatened by a crewman who stood in his way. That worthless amulet he had been given on Novabella was more than it seemed, but when we found him and I took it off his unconscious body I could not discover how to activate it. Even after showing them the vid, the tech-adepts insisted that the medallion had no machine spirit. It will go to the Inquisition along with whatever else I can scrounge up as evidence against Sorian.
There is proof that he destroyed the mechanisms that protected thousands of Imperial servants. There is damning evidence that he personally murdered many himself, including the Light's Captain and a member of the Navigator Houses. He truly sounds like he cannot recall any of his actions. He claims he felt horribly sick and had felt ill for days prior, but cannot remember anything from the past 48 hours. I am not fit to interrogate him though I crave answers.
The authority of Orinoca is preparing to receive the Light of Lamaea but I have already made contact with Factor Nameuren of the planetary Ordos in order to assure Inquisitorial interests are respected. Sorian, the acolytes, all of the Inquisitor's work and possessions, and I as well will be detained by the Inquisition to await their inspection and arbitration. The PDF Commissariat will take all those who are important or valuable enough to warrant the risk into custody, and these will be extensively interviewed, tested, and watched. If they show no corruption of mind or form, they might come away from this incident with no further harm then they have already experienced. A similar treatment awaits us with the Inquisition, I am sure. The ship's menial staff and poorer dregs will not likely be deemed worth the risk to the 'purity' of Orinoca...I foresee one last voyage for them, and the tainted Light of Lamaea, guided into Orinoca's star by a skeleton crew of servitors.
The interest from Laskaris' colleagues in his unfinished work is proving quite surprising. With all the secrecy required in our pursuits, it was easy to think that we stood alone against the creeping darkness, but Laskaris was clearly being tracked. Did he keep his own private correspondence with his peers, or did they somehow spy on him? Both are equally difficult to imagine. With only the briefest contact I have found new patrons for some of the Inquisitors more urgent undertakings, and even for the new acolyte team aboard the Light. I have consulted them about their preferred arrangements, and I am placing things in order as I dictate this. These agents have saved my life twice now, and I truly feel that the Inquisition needs their service; I am doubly determined to see them out of this situation.
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