AuthorTurbidious Unknown Treasure ‘Captain, do we have an estimated time when the reinforcements will arrive?’ Inquisitor Raglon was getting impatient. The Imperial fleet he had arrived with was not on schedule and he had missed the rendezvous. The fleet was a strong flotilla of eight warships and three troop transports, designed to break through the pitiful space defense of Nightfall Minor, with the objective to seize the planet for a staging ground for an assault on the main planet of Nightfall Primus. But the space defenses were not pitiful and the battle in space had turned into a slugging match between two evenly matched fleets. The naval scout group had got it drastically wrong, Raglon would have them interrogated and then disciplined for their lack of diligence if he got the chance. The reinforcements the Inquisitor were referring to were the two additional warships that had arrived two standard hours ago and were making all haste to the battle zone to tip the fight in the Imperials favour. If the Imperial fleet could detach the protection needed for the troop transports then they would have secured space by now, but if they lost the troop transports then it was a pointless exercise to be here.
But Raglon was not overly concerned with the military strategy that was taking place in front of him; he was concerned with a particular item his agents had in their possession on another ship. A ship that was now being chased by the archenemy. Velius Raglon had been made an Inquisitor some 20 years ago and he had built up quite the reputation over that time; he was a strong willed man, with an attention to the little details. He was young too, only 65 standard years old, but it had been a combination of his attention to detail and determination that had allowed him to advance when so many failed. That and Raglon was a powerful delta class psyker. He was tall, lean and strong and belonged to the Thorian school of thought, which often led him into conflict with other Inquisitors. It was the reason he carried a deep scar, cutting from is upper lip on the right side to his ear, the scar tissue still slightly pink despite receiving the scar some 9 years ago. He suspected it would heal if and when he started juevant treatments. The Inquisitor stood on the bridge of the Luna Class warship ‘ Emperors Whim’ , he was at the command sphere in the central portion of the bridge deck, the thick green glow from the sphere light appeared to engulf him and cut him off from the rest of the anarchy on the bridge. To the outsider looking in on him it appeared he was taking in the whole battle, but Raglon was observing one particular ship outline, the one which had the package he wanted so badly. He had endured much to get to this point and so much hinged on that single ship it nearly drove him mad. It had been his attention to detail that had brought him to this point, a small pinprick of information stored away in a blackened book that led to a whisper of information that some had considered irrelevant but Raglon had grasped at it and now where so many had failed he finally had a chance to seize glory not just for himself but for the Sector as a whole. All he needed was the package to be delivered safe and sound. The ‘Fury’ was a small, but fast frigate; it had picked up the item on Nightfall Primus and under Raglons orders was to rendezvous with the Imperial fleet in orbit. Instead he had arrived late and the frigate had managed to gain the interest of one of the enemy’s capital ships and the little frigate was losing its race with it. The remaining Chaos fleet sat between it and the Imperial flotilla. Raglon rotated on his heels and faced the Captain, the spheres glow illuminating the Inquisitors face a pale green colour and his scar, that made him appear like a ghoul ‘Captain, as you are aware, I need the contents that are on the ‘Fury’, you need to disengage and intercept that ship. It’s of critical importance, more so than even the invasion of Nightfall Minor.’ Captain Angelo sat in the command chair, with a calm but stern face, he was not used to dealing with Inquisitors and hated being told what to do on his ship but to defy one was as dangerous as to jump out an airlock in nothing but your birthdate attire. ‘Please Inquisitor, understand that I can’t break off until our reinforcements arrive, our troop transports will be torn apart if I were to break now, and I cannot allow the deaths of thousands of guardsmen and more importantly, the destruction of those transports.’ Angelo could see the Inquisitors face turn to a snarl as he turned back toward the sphere. In spite of possible retribution, Angelo continued ‘the reinforcements will be here in 17 minutes; in that time we will position ourselves ready to recover your comrades’. The Captain had put no small measure of effort into sounding calm and assured but he certainly didn't feel it, the wrath of an Inquisitor was more terrible than the space battle they were in. Raglon stared into the sphere, he could force the Captain, the man was already terrified of him, he didn't need to be a psyker to tell him that, but he knew the man was right. He sighed ‘It’s not my comrades I need Captain ‘ but Angelo did not hear him over the cacophony.
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AboutTales from within the sector written by me (Turbidious) or other contributors. These are based on games we have had of BFG and 40k Archives
March 2021
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