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5/31/2016 5:06:26 AM
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[b]Requiem.[/b]
Ling sat in front of a burning bonfire he created, within it was the burning corpses of Daemon Scum and a book he was told by Inquisitor Tobias to burn.
Of course he pondered..What if he wouldn't make it? Was he damned to death? was everyone damned to this ship forever? And what would his brother do? Seeing how Ling could possibly die.
But he looked down at his Inquisitorial Brooch he held in his hand...A symbol of the Holy Order he served. He hoped that if some unlikely way, he and all the Imperium upon this ship..could leave.
This was a matter more than a Daemon Ship...This was a matter of Sanity and how long would he last? He being a psyker is constantly attacked mentally by Daemons.
[b]Faith[/b] was a powerful thing...
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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"How is your faith, Inquisitor?" The female voice of Saint Agnes resonated through the room. The towering winged woman approached the Inquisitor, bearing holy marks all over her armour. She wore her casual gear instead of her combat gear, however.
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"Depends...Will we all make it out of this ship? Until I get a definite answer then I don't know..." Replied the Inquisitor in a grim tone. "I do constantly face the fear of death every day yet my faith never waivers. But being stuck upon this ship? I do not know."
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"Hm... Dying in the line of duty, serving the emperor and defending our faith is not uncommon within the Imperium. I suffered that very fate myself."
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"I see..." Said the Inquisitor, looking upon the bonfire intently. "But the problem is If I die I'm not coming back...not like everyone else."
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"Such is the fate of a mortal. But then again, you knew the risks before becoming an Inquisitor. You may be young, but death is a very probable outcome. Especially when engaging against Daemons."
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"Of course...I must inform you of two things...One is I found another Inquisitor...He was alive and not a heretic thankfully.." Ling sighed. "The second is if we ever get off this ship and back to Terra I'm afraid I must mind wipe or kill those who know of the Inquisitions existence...Hopefully it does not come down to the latter."
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"I am fairly sure the existence of the Inquisition isn't a secret. It is only kept hidden from the civilian population, of which there are none here."
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"Really? Wow the Inquisition has a very bad job at keeping secrets." Said Ling rather surprised. "I mean the Inquisition was a secret police force. I bet Malcador is turning in his grave because of that statement." "But onto bigger matters...I feel as if something worse is going to happen."
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"The Imperial army is well aware of the existence of Inquisitors. We serve alongside plenty of them." She sits next to him, still quite tall. "I get that feeling every time. Something major happening. I don't know why, though."
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"It may be because of the more people being found...Though I personally have not encountered any yet besides Roboute Guilliman and that other Inquisitor." Said Ling. "Which by the way you should avoid since I nearly got killed because of him."
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"I should be fine, I think. I am a living saint, after all, of the Ebon Chalice. If he would try to kill me, he would be considered a heretic."
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"Ah...I see." Ling turned to look at Saint Agnes, though his features were hidden under his Inquisitorial hood.
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Her features were beholding, majestic, supreme. She had a regal sense to her, her wings, her holy armour. If people didn't know better, they would assume her to be the Emperor's very own daughter, which is what she basically was, in a sense."
