If you are reading this then you have acquired and decrypted a dataslate intended for an Inquisitor, the dangers of which, if they are not already apparent to you, are incredibly dire.
What follows is the first report entry for an extended Inquisitorial mission on the planet of Desoleum in the Askellon Sector.
Updated Mission brief: Continue investigation into xenos or archeo technology located at scene of high body count skirmish in a charnel house of Desoleum’s lower hive. Safety of population at risk is an auxilliary concern to the discovery and extraction of technology, as well as the destruction of any further dispersal of the material in question, and cleansing of all associated with it.
Need for anonymity by acolytes: Escalated
Report begins after apprehension and extermination of muggers (appear to be cultists):
After almost an hour’s worth of chasing, Lox asks for directions from a passing worker, who is able to direct the party to the Fayne Morturarium. The warband meet no resistance when entering the gorified manufactorum, passing from the piled body racks and conveyor belts of the atrium, through the waist high viscera of the Bloodwash drainage facility, spying a brief glimpse of a cultist in the acrid spray and dangerous gantries of the Flensing Pits and finally into the white, choking air of the Bonegrinder. Suspended at the top of the dome is the offices, behind a locked door.
A gunfight ensues, with Vel’s talent with security systems providing cover for the warband and refuge from their exposed position. The conflict draws out, with both Vel and Stav struggling to shoot through the clouds of bonedust and being consistently pinned by hails of fire. Stav survives the encounter shaken but unharmed, Vel recieves a shallow flesh wound. Lox, collecting unrelenting fire to her left arm, sees it taken clean off in a bloody spray, her life clearly spared by the grace of the Emperor.
The office reveals documents describing the Red Walk gang delivering bodies to the town of Gantry further into the underhive, and references to a Temple further still. This temple is the home of the cultists referred to as The Blessed Flesh, who are enacting a grand test to wipe someone out and prepare for a great attack. Details also point to a trader in Gantry providing weapons and artefacts for Ferrue Fayne. An encrypted cogitator refuses to relinquish data to an unprepared Vel.
The warband departs the Mortuarium to debrief Oath Captain Kaytian Nils of their findings, before returning to the Apex of the hive, for Lox’s extensive medical needs, cybernetic limb replacement and general laundering of filth.
Returning to Captain Nils at the Purity Gates, she explains that Sanctuary and Arbite investigations reveal all staff within the Mortuarium were complicit and have been appropriately cleansed. The cogitator in more skilled hands revealed extensive plans of Gallow’s Way, including force numbers far beyond the arbite and sanctuary forces available. The trader Ferrue dealt with may likely be one Omar Endish. The warband decides that direct targetting of The Blessed Flesh’s leadership is the only approach that does not lead to mass cleansing of the lower hive. The warband must proceed into the lawless Gantry where the Red Walk have control.
The entry gate to the hanging city of Gantry is guarded by Red Walk gang members, who demand all guns be relinquished, even reluctantly, by the warband. The guard and city signs point to the Sanctuary Gallows as a drinking establishment, where Lox is able to identify the highest level of city leadership as one Vornus Crimson, leader of the Red Walk from his Red Skyship palace. Omar Endish, of Endish Manor, seems genuine in his explanatiom that he has only provided storage for the corpses the Red Walk have been bringing down, strictly under pressure by Crimson and sharing no loyalty to him, nor supplies to any of the Fayne family.
The Red Skyship is the next point of interest.
Vel’s notes are printed in miniscule handwriting on scrap meant to be used as coasters from the Sanctuary Gallows:
- Never could I have imagined facilities as truly disgusting as those I have seen these past few days.
- I do not like the taste of bone dust, but i hate missing more.
- Lox’s Left Arm. A lost footnote in the annals of history.
- Our money is no good anywhere.