Silent Bastion Chapter 1: Blood on the walls. Link to OOC The gunship baring the acolytes slid over the undulating landscape that made up hive Tarsus slipped beneath them. The pilot, inquisitorial seal on his helmet wore the uniform or a storm trooper and hadn't spoken since they had taken off almost an hour ago. Inquisitor Darius was pulling out all the stops for this mission, gone was caution, gone was secrecy, gone his usual detached methods of handling his acolytes. He had sent each three things. A date, a time, a location. The pilot when he had seen you had informed you that the inquisitor would brief you personally and certainly as the sound of the engines changed in pitch and you began your vertical decent though the thick clouds of smog towards the only part of the hive not covered in spires and the homes of the wealthy, the space port, you can make out two of his Sororotas bodyguard waiting. "Thirty seconds to toutchdown." the pilot calls back. "I'm not going to turn off the engines, my orders are to drop you off and clear the pad. Guess Darius Wants your meeting to be private." The engines send dust flying from the pad, scorched black from centuries of use, the legs extending and the craft bumping softly as it touched down. "Right go." Prom this angle you see the sorototas are flanking a door, a door you presumably must enter. Inquisitor Darius stands almost as tall an the fabled Astartes, his face little more than a mass of scars and burns. His armor, emblazoned with the emperor's aquila and the seal of the inquisition has been torn and repairs countless times and bares the scars as proudly as it's insignia. Darius is no stranger to the sword, or to what heretics are capable of. He sits waiting for you in a dimly lit room his fingers resting on the top of the table as his distinctive red hair hang so low as to almost cover his eyes. He doesn't rise to greet you, merely motions you to take your seats. "My agents..." he begins. "You have come swiftly and without knowing what I need of you, I am glad but what I am about to tell you concerns me greatly. The Abbey of Dawn on Iocanthos..." His grey eyes looked to Xae alert for the subtlest movement or expression. "I have reason to believe it has been attacked, the last word I received from it was a distress call and they have not replied to anything since." He paused to turn his gaze to the others, a gaze that seemed to piece the mind and soul. A gaze that made you feel guilty for every slight transgression, every deviant thought. "I don’t need to tell you what an attack against the Inquisition’s forces means. I am sending you there to make contact with the abbey, and if there have been moves made against them, to find those responsible." His eyes once again swept room "Once you land at Port Surrering you will be met by one on my senior informants, report to him and obey him as you would me. He will relay your findings and my directives. Before you leave, Xea, is there anything you can tell me that could help explain what has happened."