Upon our return to the Adeptus Mechanicus Spire, we proceeded to begin the process of sorting through the spoils of our battle in the hab-block. After some discussion, it was decided that the tech-priests, Genevieve and Lazarus, would hasten to perform autopsies upon the corpses we collected, while Ephrael, Jamber and myself would secure the Emperor-damned prisoners who dared fight the servants of The Emperor’s Most Holy Inquisition.
Preliminary results from the autopsy revealed the attackers were indeed mere scum. The examined body showed clear signs of malnutrition and skeletal degradation. Interestingly, there was also a fine powder within the body, that under close scrutiny was revealed as radioactive. However, in a rare moment of good news, there was at least no overt sign of the foul embrace of chaos. This information should aid us greatly in our search for this filth’s companions, and more importantly their superiors, as there cannot be many areas in this hive that are routinely subjugated to radiation.
As this was being uncovered, we (Fides, Ephrael, Jamber) managed to secure the prisoners within a few of the serf’s quarters. These were secure enough to prevent easy escape, while being cramped enough to facilitate discomfort. It was decided that we would wait to interrogate these wretches until the tech-priests returned, as they had the greatest skill in the art of extracting the truth from those festering with lies. In the interim that presented itself, I took the opportunity to assess the weapons retrieved from the fight. What follows is an inventory:
One (1) Heavy Stubber with Belt Feed
Four Hundred (400) rounds of Ammunition for Heavy Stubber
One (1) Autogun
Four (4) Autopistols
Two (2) Knifes
However, before I could take full inventory of the number of rounds of ammunition, I received notice that the interrogation was about to commence. Once all items were secured away, to prevent tampering and theft, I proceeded to reunite with the other acolytes.
The reprobate was a standard example of the villainy of this world: an utter coward in the face of his just punishment. Weeping before interrogation even began, the vermin proceeded to spill every piece of information we demanded, the only difficulty was to keep up with his vain hope of achieving a modicum of redemption in the eyes of the Emperor.
He revealed that his ‘sarge’ ordered the attack upon the inquisitorial cell. This not only suggests a larger organisation behind the attack, but also the disturbing possibility of treason within the armies of this world.
Cementing this fear, the traitor also revealed that this ‘sarge’ was seen with individuals that appeared affiliated with the Mechanicus. This highlights the further possibility that heresy exists not only within the armies of this world, but also within the Mechanicus as well. The problem that this raises cannot be understated.
At this point, the slime must have regretted his admittance of crimes, both his and his rat-comrades, as he made a pitiful attempt to take his own life. Fortunately, Jamber was both quick and strong enough to tear the blade from his soiled hands, removing the last refuge for the scoundrel. Weeping openly at his own miserable failure, all he uttered was that “you are all going to die”. While doubtless a lie he told himself to alleviate the unspeakable guilt he bears for his treason, at this moment the alarms indicating an attack sounded. Jamber and I were the first to react, exiting to the corridor, as we heard a nearby threat. Upon our exit, we saw a combat servitor literally tear its way into a nearby room, where one of the other prisoners was stored, and fired several shots with a las weapon into the room.
Drawing my Autogun, I released a semi-auto burst of fire, scoring a hit on its right leg. This drew the machine’s ire, releasing a shot towards me. Fortunately, I dodged out of the way in time. Jamber took this opportunity to fire upon the automaton with his autopistol. Unfortunately, the protection of the servitor was great enough to not appear to take any sizable damage from this attack.
It was at this point that the deceit within the cell was revealed.
Under evident unholy influence, the servitor was launched back, slamming into the wall. Hastening to find a source of this blasphemy, the only possible source was Jamber. No other being was within visual range of the servitor aside from myself and Ephrael, and the notion of a Sororitas being so tainted is laughable.
At this point, Ephrael took advantage of the downed servitor and charged it with her power sword. Returning our focus to the fight, the servitor was quickly cut down. However, now Jamber must be tested for witchcraft, and face his punishment if guilty.