TRANSCRIPT
Governor’s Palace, Murru Hive, Nortnern Continent, Knossos Prime,
Reductus Sector, Segmentum Tempestus
Recorded 1100 Hours Local Time, 1.150.999.M41
Inquisitor Amalthea: Witches, Governor? I fail to see how that concerns
me.
Governor Immas: But you're of His holy ordos!
IA: Ordo Xenos, Governor. Not all of us have a retinue of battle
sisters, you know.
GI: But surely you're not without your resources. You're the circuit Inquisitor,
surely this is within your power to deal with.
IA: Really, a minor cult appears and instead of allowing the emperor's
arbites to do their job, you disturb me. Do you have any idea how many dire
threats I've dealt with in His name? Do you think I've got nothing more
important on my itinerary than shooting a half-crazed band of chicken shakers
and bead rattlers?
GI: Oh dear. What am I to do? We have a horrid cult blaspheming His Divine
Majesty, mutants in the underhive and the nobles calling for my head. There've
already been five murders and twenty unexplained disappearances. If we don't do
something soon-
IA: Oh do stop sniveling, Immas! Fine. Give me a squad of judges and
I'll have what passes for cultists in this wretched hive piled on the pyre
before the week is out.
GI: Oh thank you, my lady inquisitor! You won't regret this. Throne,
the sight of those atrocious beasts with their four arms makes me want to-
IA: What did you say? Four arms?
<Sound of spluttering>
IA: Open channel nine. Korei, this is Amalthea. We may have a
problem...
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