Typing away at the unlocked cogitator and shuffling through various data-slates, you manage to not only discover the former governor's Imperial access codes, but his tithe management tools and requisition channels as well. In addition, you find a number of encrypted diary entries - now hacked and open by an unknown entity - that list various secrets and tendencies for each of the notable personages on the planet. The Cardinal, foremost on the recordings, seems to have a very basic desire for extravagant wine - one of which being your mother's own favorite drink, the Velvet LaChance - and beautiful exotic women... including occasionally dipping into xenos territory it seems. However, anything and everything concerning the Lord Sword is either heavily redacted or extremely minimal at best. Concerning heirs apparent, the entire family of said governor was killed along with him, leaving a power gap with no contingencies to fill it beyond the appointment of a high-ranking Imperial official as regent until the Administratum can choose a new ruler.Olga made sure there were enough armsmen stationed between the door and the stairways that she wouldn't be interrupted by surprise and went to join Horatio. The temptation of secrets was too much for her to fight against even for a moment and she quickly shooed the Eldar away from the console, burying herself in the data. She was looking for two things -- dirt on the Cardinal that she could use in her meeting, and any information on the heirs apparent to the Governor's position.
It takes little time before a problem suddenly crops up: something is currently engaged in quietly ripping the armsmen to shreds outside, as evidenced by their barely audible exclamations that even you can barely hear. Rushing outside, you witness the last of them being gripped by the throat and torso in a set of powerful toothy jaws even as they're bitten in half. The beast is massive, with a grey-green hide covered in blue-tipped spiny thorns, and its jagged long maw salivates with ichor. It's a Kroot Hound!Erriath, currently silent and shrouded in shadow and cloth robes, settled by the wall at the Captain's back, keen eyes studying the room and waiting, just in case anything slipped past the armsmen outside, however unlikely that might be.
"Roger that." Brigia replied. "I shall take necessary precautions."Finally, he opened a channel to Brigia. "Sister. The Swords may use xeno beasts. There is one in the mansion in their colours. I have it controlled now, but there might be others. If they are like this one, they are used for tracking, hunting and silent kills. Be wary."
"There was a change in you. Your ire at being confronted by rebels was understandable, but then..." He shrugged his slight shoulders. "It was not unlike a form of spiritual malady, and given our recent travails, I feared the worst. By that time you were already in motion."“I do not.” Brigia replied plainly. “My last clear recollection is of drawing my Bolter on a blasphemous rebel. After that, nothing, until I awoke in the cargo hold of the lander. I am informed that I killed close to a score of the Captain’s Armsmen and quite nearly took my own life as well before I was stopped. Yet I bear no bruises nor wounds and other than the roof of mouth being severely blistered, no injuries to speak of. How was I put down?”
Briga brow furrowed at the physic image playing before. Despite their piety, the Sister was still vaguely uncomfortable in the presence of sanctioned pskyers and even more so when they projected themselves into her mind."There was a change in you. Your ire at being confronted by rebels was understandable, but then..." He shrugged his slight shoulders. "It was not unlike a form of spiritual malady, and given our recent travails, I feared the worst. By that time you were already in motion."
He raised his hand for her to see, and with a superfluous gesture, she saw. It was like watching a grainy pict-feed, but the figure she saw turning her weapon on the armsmen and then towards herself was unmistakable. Ezekiel continued as the vision faded. "I was, as you can imagine, quite perturbed. In order to prevent further tragedy, I felt I had no choice but to invade your mind. While I found no warp taint there, there was something that should not be. It was driving your emotional state into a fever pitch. Do you know what it is I speak of?"
The simple commands to obey aren't enough – while they do give the hound pause, it merely shakes it off after a moment and proceeds to stalk towards you unabated. It requires a forceful show of dominance – fully raising your quills, snapping your beak viciously, and striking it across the maw – before it submits to your will. But at last it does, and lowered before you on its hindquarters, the Kroot Hound waits for a command from its new Kindred Shaper. And perhaps a meal. It's a big one after all.Not good. Very not good! Erriath locked eyes with the Kroot Hound, his quills flaring in a dominance display. He snapped a few short commands in the tongue of Pech, a command to subside and submit. Gaze still locked on the dangerous beast, he tapped the microbead in his ear. "Captain. Stay in the room. You've been targeted." Ezekiel and Brigia had left the mansion, which left...
"Horatio. I need you with me and the Captain. We're under possible attack." Another tap. "All squads, report status and position. Possible hostiles on site. Maintain position and keep eyes sharp. If any Swords enter, inform me and the Captain immediately."
Finally, he opened a channel to Brigia. "Sister. The Swords may use xeno beasts. There is one in the mansion in their colors. I have it controlled now, but there might be others. If they are like this one, they are used for tracking, hunting and silent kills. Be wary."
"It nearly killed you," he said bluntly. 'How can that kind of artificially induced self-destruction redeem you? If your actions have led you from the Emperor's light and your desire for contrition is true, then faith should be your standard and guide. This hateful technology is a death sentence."Briga brow furrowed at the physic image playing before. Despite their piety, the Sister was still vaguely uncomfortable in the presence of sanctioned pskyers and even more so when they projected themselves into her mind.
"I assume you speak of my Reprimand..." she said somberly, but with an edge of shame to her voice. Here she turned her head slightly and lifted up her hair to reveal the thick metal bolt implanted into the base of her skull. "The device is based on the same technology that drives the pilot of a penitent engine, designed to induce and intensify feelings of remorse and guilt - a desire for absolution, in order to urge the penitent towards redemption. But what you witnessed today, I have no explanation."