Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-2253300-20150713191926/@comment-28917471-20150726162837

Alair was making his last preparations. The inventory of his chest was full. He closed the chest and looked at it without a motion for a few seconds, as if he was drifting through an ocean of thoughts - thoughts of the distant past and future. He thought about all the enemies that he has slain, all the lifes that he had saved. This was but one more ordeal that he had to pass, one more foe to cleanse. If they would be triumph, then this planet shall last for another day...

He stood up, wore the red robe which displayed the mark of Administratum, while the golden rod, that was bearing the Imperial Aquila on top of it, was laying on the table.

The Inquisitor heard some talking outside of his chamber, it was followed by a knock on the door.

"What is it Voren?" - asked Inquisitor with a low tone while making sure that the rob sat properly on him.

"We are going to land in a few moments," - said Voren with his carefree attitude, while he was still lining on the wall with his back.

"Call Toras", -  the Inquisitor commanded.

Voren had Toras summoned through micro-bead that was on his head. Toras has recevied the vox-transmission, and quickly made his way to the Inquisitor's chamber.

Voren made sure, again, that his clips were full. He had his auto-pistol, the Scarlet Shot, disassembled and cleaned up while guarding Alair's chamber. The process took less than a minute.

"Here", - said Alair, and gave a small bug of coins. "Give those thrones to Captain Aaras, as a sign of loyalty to the Emperor. Make it quick and meet us at terminal eight."

The Starship was succsesfully at following the starfighter-squadron. Soon enough, the ship was already harboured on one of the space-port's many docks.

The Inquisitor and his cadre were present on the ship's exit, waiting for the terminal to open, and for his interrogator...