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Inquisitor Amberley Vail, Gravatrax, Ultima Segmentum, M41
"Karking Administratum…" I muttered, typing away on the dataslate as I left the cell. I left David in there for Rakel to play with. She'd report what she's pulling out of his mind. She gave me enough to work with for now. Still. I will admit that my curiosity was spurred. Idly, I took out my bolter, muttering the rite of unloading and disassembly under my breath. It was a routine check, something I had done hundreds of times before. Yet, with a discerning eye, I went over what David told me. Carbon buildup had scarred the action of my pistol. I could hardly see the metal underneath the black ash coating the inside of the action. I muttered a curse under my breath as my fingers came away black.
"All this, from sound alone?" I whispered to myself, rubbing my fingers together. One thought burst to the forefront of my mind. "The mechanicus can never find out about him. He'll either be branded a heretek or the next Belisarius Cawl." I could hear Orelius let out a laughing scoff.
"That fourthborn? Are you serious?" He asked, I turned to face him, my gaze holding no humor.
"A firstborn son, actually. Who was able to deduce what ammunition I was using, and diagnose my bolter's machine spirit.By sound alone in the middle of a firefight!Emperor Damn It! It'd be impressive if it wasn't so karking frustrating." I growled out, glaring at him. "And the boy is so damned earnest! He can't lie to save his life! Rakel is acting like she found a little brother to dote over, or perhaps she wishes to bed him.I can't tell!" I let out a huff, watching as Orelion raised his hands in a show of surrender, cowed by my frustration. Good. I leaned back in my seat, letting out a heavy sigh. I enjoyed maybe thirty seconds of peace before Mott burst through the door, holding David's archeotech pistol as if it was a holy relic.
(See Inquisitorial Asset Report FN45X1: Archeotech Stub Pistol, Cal. 45)
"Manufactorum Records indicate this weapon was crafted in M3, lady Inquisitor!" He practically shouts, and I have to dart forward and tear the damn thing from his hands to keep Orelion from claiming the relic for himself.
"Neither the Mechanicus, NOR THE KARKING BLOOD RAVENS, are to hear a word about any of this.Am I understood?!" I burst out in a rage, frustration boiling over. I'll admit, not really the impression I prefer to give to my retinue, but Rakel's giggling echoing out of the cell room had been steadily grating on my nerves. Alongside that, the revelation dropped the mother of all puzzle pieces into my lap. A flash ofgoldlight. According to Rakel. Who's currently in a conversation with David. Who more likely than not was shunted through the warp and time.
Emperor above she's going to eat that boy alive.
David James Foothill, Legios Repentia, Gravalax, M41, Administratum Transcription of post-interrogation interaction with Sanctioned Psyker Rakel. Sealed by order of Inquisitor Amberley Vail, Ordo Xenos.
LRDJF: Is there a reason the Inquisitor left you with me alone or are you just perpetuating the 'quirky psyker' stereotype?
(Note from Ordo Xenos Inquisitor Vail: More often than not this stereotype has proven true. If you count sudden chaos beast incursion as 'quirky')
SPsyR: -silence, the sound of footsteps and the squeaking of a metal chair's legs skidding across stone flooring-
LRDJF: I got something on my face? Awful Close.
SPsyR: …You're trying so hard to not fall into despair. Your thoughts are easier to read than the books you've read.
LRDJF: …I think I prefer Gremlin Rakel.
SPsyR: You've the Emperor's Grace on your soul, Time-Jumper.
LRDJF: You're saying the Big Man himself dragged a twenty-five year old gunsmith thirty-eight thousand years through the warp?
(Note from Inquisitor Amberley Vail: First instance of his more open conversations with Rakel, a theme that would continue during their time in my service.)
((Note From Legios Repentia David James Foothill, in Service to Inquisitor Amberley Vail: Quit Shipping us Amberley.))
-Ten years added to sentence of Legios Repentia David James Foothill. Charge: Cheek.-
SPsyR: -giggling steadily growing in volume- You're coming along for the ride, Davey~
LRDJF: -A metallic thunk, later confirmed to be Legios Repentia David James Foothill slamming his head into the table.- Kill me please.
-Ten Years retroactively added to sentence Legios Repentia David James Foothill, Charge: Dereliction of Duty-
(Note from Legios Repentia David James Foothill, in Service to Inquisitor Amberley Vail: Emperor Damn It, Amberley!)
((Note from Inquisitor Amberley Vail: Ruin my fun again, David, See what happens!))
-Ten Years added to sentence of Legios Repentia David James Foothill, Charge: Insolence. Reference Incident Report IV88LRDJF862 'Tres Leches Cake Incident'-
SPsyR: You have a part to play, David. I would suggest preparing for the worst!~
-Giggling slowly gaining more and more volume, maintaining crescendo even when the sound of a door being slammed open is heard.-
IAV: The Karking ThirdMillennium, Foothill?!
SPsyR: The Twenty-First Century, December to be specific~
LRDJF: It was April when I was taken though. I was born in December.
IAV: I don'tcare! Withholding information crucial to the duties of an Inquisitor! Eighty Years! You're lucky you're bloody useful Foothill!
-Eighty Years Added to sentence of Legios Repentia David James Foothill-
(Note From Inquisitor Amberley Vail: Should have just shot him.)
((Note From Legios Repentia David James Foothill, in Service to Inquisitor Amberley Vail: You know you love me~ :3))
-Ten Years added to sentence of Legios Repentia David James Foothill, Charge: Insolence-
IAV: David James Foothill, you're now in charge of weapons maintenance for my entire retinue. -A metallic thunk, Inquisitor Amberley Vail places Asset FNX45X1 onto the table- Your pistol's machine spirit is proving stubbornly loyal. (See Incident Report FN45X2) Seeing how effective you've been with it. Proven you can appease said machine spirit.
LRDJF: -Metallic clinking and the sounds of polymers being scraped as Legios Repentia Disassembles Asset FN45X1, inspects the pieces, and reassembles them.-
(Note from Inquisitor Amberley Vail: I'll give credit where credit is due, setting an Ordo Xenos Record for fastest non-magos inspection of a non-standard armament.)
LRDJF: Rifling is okay, Firing pin isn't damaged, no springs went flying or you'd be nursing your eye.
-A firm click as Legios Repentia David James Foothill Dry Fires Asset FNX45X1 at the wall of the cell.-
LRDJF: Strong hammer strike, should function fine.
SPsyR: -Mirth Filled Cackling-
IAV: …Mott couldn't even open the action.
LRDJF: That doesn't make sense, this model doesn't have a slide lock…wait machine spirits are REAL?! (See Asset Report FN45X2)
IAV: Evidently so, Quartermaster.
-Legios Repentia David James Foothill Assigned to role of Retinue Quartermaster and Field Armorer, Mechanicus Complaint DJF1 Dismissed-
