Post by modius13 on Oct 27, 2010 20:42:13 GMT -6
Some pre-writing for my NaNoWriMo novel this year. www.nanowrimo.org/
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It could have been worse. There could have been more than one daemon. Its black ichor splattered on the wall and dripping from Inquisitor Darion’s power sword. The squad of storm troopers that had accompanied the Inquisitor lay mangled and dismembered about the chamber, their blood making the floor slick and sticky. Twice as many cultists were heaped at the back wall, already dead when the Inquisitor’s men had burst in minutes before. Darion crouched down and pried a disk of stone from the center of the floor. Underneath was a cylinder of metal and glass. He grasped the handle and heaved the object upwards. It glowed a brilliant blue and something moved inside.
As Darion stood, he heard an rustle of cloth and a clank of metal-shod feet behind him. Without turning he spoke. “This had better be worth all the trouble, Genator Contagio.”
The tall robed figure stopped and a rasping metallic voice emitted from the gas-mask-like face peering from under the hood. “Of course it’s worth it, Inquisitor. The data contained within that vial has the potential to create far more resiliant and loyal troops. Now hand it over so that I may begin my studies.”
Darion glanced at the techpriest suspiciously. “I was planning on taking it to my ship first. It would be far safer for you to study it there. It was in the presence of an entity of the warp and the wards and shields in my workroom would protect you from any possible taint.”
Contagio’s mechadentrides swished back and forth for a second. No doubt he was calculating the probability of killing the Inquisitor and getting away with the data vial. “Very well, Inquisitor,” he finally said. “We will play this game your way. Lead on.”
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It could have been worse. There could have been more than one daemon. Its black ichor splattered on the wall and dripping from Inquisitor Darion’s power sword. The squad of storm troopers that had accompanied the Inquisitor lay mangled and dismembered about the chamber, their blood making the floor slick and sticky. Twice as many cultists were heaped at the back wall, already dead when the Inquisitor’s men had burst in minutes before. Darion crouched down and pried a disk of stone from the center of the floor. Underneath was a cylinder of metal and glass. He grasped the handle and heaved the object upwards. It glowed a brilliant blue and something moved inside.
As Darion stood, he heard an rustle of cloth and a clank of metal-shod feet behind him. Without turning he spoke. “This had better be worth all the trouble, Genator Contagio.”
The tall robed figure stopped and a rasping metallic voice emitted from the gas-mask-like face peering from under the hood. “Of course it’s worth it, Inquisitor. The data contained within that vial has the potential to create far more resiliant and loyal troops. Now hand it over so that I may begin my studies.”
Darion glanced at the techpriest suspiciously. “I was planning on taking it to my ship first. It would be far safer for you to study it there. It was in the presence of an entity of the warp and the wards and shields in my workroom would protect you from any possible taint.”
Contagio’s mechadentrides swished back and forth for a second. No doubt he was calculating the probability of killing the Inquisitor and getting away with the data vial. “Very well, Inquisitor,” he finally said. “We will play this game your way. Lead on.”