The Sabre of Absolution
At the darkest juncture, do I stand
I hold for He who long ago sacrificed for man
I will yield no ground, I shall take no step back
In His name and for His will, I will never surrender
Pierce my flesh, break my bones, take my life
These matter not
In my sacrifice, ye of the Dark Gods shall know defeat
For even in Death shall we be triumphant in His name
Lo! I have fallen in battle for He and his flock
Prepare my place, O Lord!
I shall stand by thee side until the End Times
Until Thy will be done
Take heed, ye who have surrendered to the Darkness
We shall be unbowed and unbroken
For where there is darkness, His light shall shine
And the darkness shall retreat
We who have bled shall be redeemed
We who have fallen shall be exulted
We who have sacrificed shall be rewarded
We who have died shall be avenged
Stand, O warriors of the Emperor!
Let no despair fall upon thy bless-ed hearts!
Stand and fight!
For it is by thy sacrifice that thee shall be remembered!!
By our deeds shall we be known
Let these deeds be a mighty sword from which He who rests upon the Throne shall wield
For with mighty deeds shall the darkness be thrown back into the Abyss
And in them will thee prevail
Take succor in His strength
Steel thy soul with His word
Armor thy personage in faith to He
Arm thy self with His will
Suffer not the Unclean
Suffer not the Impure
Suffer not the Weak
Suffer not the Heretic
Go forth in His name and find victory!
Inquisitor Ilena Tevrin watched from one of the raised balconies along the walls of the main transport deck as the forms of hundreds, each loyal to the Inquisition unto death, knelt before the figure of one Sister Verona, one of her retinue, and the most vocally skilled of the sisters. She could range from the soft gentle whisper of consolation to the roaring cry of vengeance. Ilena was charismatic to be sure, but Verona was the kind who could have been a great performer or politician, had the Emperor not chosen the greatest of paths for her, to devote her life to his service. The large book of prayers she was reading from was more for show than need, each Sister was expected to know by heart at least equal to its contents, but the holy book gave the sermon more power, for the words to come directly from a higher source. As the sermon finished, the entirety of the deck stood with a resounding cry of dedication towards the God Emperor, before filing into the dropships, the = quiet still of only the Sister's voice and the hum of the ship turning to the organised chaos of preparation.
"Careful there Inquisitor, undress her anymore with your eyes and it might actually work." A contemptuous sneer caused the Ilena to turn furiously, regarding the figure behind her, both her hands and feet bound together with locks in the shape of the Inquisitorial insignia, the imprisoned Psyker still felt herself in a position to be able to spew such damning filth. The frustrating thing being, that she needed the individual to be able to speak, not a servant of chaos, Kyla was willing to aid Ilena, both as an advisor in certain matters and as a psyker, in exchange for not being sent to Terra to feed the ever more demanding Golden Throne. It didn't however mean, that anyone liked having a previously rogue psyker aboard.
"Quiet wretch, the Brides of the Emperor are above such dispositions, as am I, the next time you utter something so disgraceful, I will flay your right hand." Ilena's voice was quiet but threatening, as she turned away from the view behind her, heading down a passage way to the location of her personal transport, she had a meeting to attend to while the bulk of her forces were deployed, in support of their preliminary landing.
"Such a shame really, and so very boring." The Inquisitor ignored the Psyker as she hobbled after Ilena, although one of the Stormtroopers accompanying them saw fit to slam the butt of his gun into her stomach in response, which would have doubled the woman over, had her bounds allowed it. Instead she was still spluttering as they made their way aboard the black Valkyrie which worked as the combat zone transport for the Inquisitor. Her two Acolyte's were present, along with Sister Verona, complete with all the ceremonial fitting of her power armour, minus the helm. Alongside them however, were ten members of the Deathwatch. While usually she relied on Sisters to bulk up her retinue, she had a feeling the local Imperial authorities would respond more subserviently to a show of force, and nothing did that better than Space Marines.
"Pilot, we have a meeting with an Imperial Governor, lets not be tardy." Those who were aware of her task railed at the idea of the Inquisitor seeming to be at the beck and call of the Governor, the Inquisition was intended to be the highest authority beyond the High Lords of Terra themselves, and beyond them the Emperor. Ilena was less perturbed, it was better to put their potential allies at ease, so that they could work in coercion, rather than the suspicion attached to the Inquisition negatively affecting them. Secondly, heresy was most evident when found in its den of choosing. While her troops may prepare for a very open war, she had one of her own to fight, in the shadows of a Governor's court.