Recent content by Cait Vengarov

Aurellia's suggestion about grav plates lingered in the air for a moment after she spoke. I did not answer her immediately, instead opting to lean forward slightly in my harness and watch the telemetry scrolling across the cogitator beside Khepra. The runes and data continued to update as the...

I regarded Aurellia for a moment after she spoke. The room had settled into that peculiar quiet that follows the moment when a plan ceases to be theory and becomes inevitability. Rome’s comment hung faintly in the air. No one disputed it. No one needed to. Halbrecht merely adjusted his stance...

I listened without interruption as Aurellia spoke. Her reasoning was sound. More importantly, it was practical. For a moment the only movement in the strategium was the slow rotation of the comet above the hololithic projector. “You are correct to raise the concern,” I said at last. I could see...

I inclined my head a fraction as Explicator Roth entered, acknowledging her presence without ceremony. “Explicator. Your timing is precise.” My gaze moved briefly across her escort as they settled into the chamber. Tempestus discipline, Mechanicus augmentation, and a scattering of specialised...

I had always believed that a team revealed itself most clearly in the quiet moments before deployment. On the surface of it all, we were efficient. Disciplined, a neat bundle of dossiers and call signs arranged beneath the authority of my Rosette. His Rosette. Beneath that polish, however, lay...

+++ Ordo Hereticus Data-Log +++ Filed by: Inquisitor Cait Vengarov Theatre: Baal, Imperium Nihilus Locale: Hive Primaris-Secondary Space Port, Level 215, Bay 8-Voidship Angel of Death Seal Level: Internal Archive "Inquisitor, I really must protest." I looked up from my writing desk at my...

I did not rise to the provocation. There had always been something about her that grated, an air of sanctioned exceptionalism. Her master was an ancient remnant of a regime long fractured and half-forgotten, a sovereign in title more than presence, rarely seen, rarely heard. Yet through him she...

Why? Because I needed help. Because my team lacked the experience for this sort of operation. Because I was not about to send my people hurtling across the system to face heretics unknown, in circumstances untested, with a strong probability of encountering xenos threats unverified or, worse...

I did not smile at the compliment. In truth, I had not styled the place; I had merely inherited it from my conclave’s last emissary to Baal. I lifted my glass and took a measured sip, watching Aurellia over the rim. “You would not find it comfortable for long,” I said. “The incense masks many...

She made me laugh, truly. There was a pleasure to be found in her way of turning a phrase, giving a glance, a wry tone she’d deploy as methodically and expertly as any weapon available in the arsenal. I brought us through the Hive’s warrens, higher still until we reached the corridor that housed...

Straight to it, I thought. She had always been pragmatic to the point of bluntness. Yet there was poetry in her ways, a virtue that deserved nurturing in an age such as ours. 'I did not bring my gown for the gala, sadly,' I offered, gesturing towards the PDF officer who was scrambling beneath...

The pad had been made available more quickly than we had anticipated. To be truthful, I had not wished to hang suspended above it any longer than was strictly necessary. There is something about being a sitting target that unsettles me; landing in a flyer has always sharpened that particular...

+++ Ordo Hereticus Data-Log +++ Filed by: Inquisitor Cait Vengarov Theatre: Baal, Imperium Nihilus Locale: Hive Primaris Seal Level: Internal Archive The flyer made patterns in the ash-thick haze as we approached Hive Primaris. It heaved and juddered, weighty and pendulous in its navigation of...

Name: Cait Vengarov Alias: The Veil Species: Human Age: 41 Homeworld: Scintilla Gender: Female Height: 5’10” Weight: 74kg Eyes: Cold blue-grey Hair: Pale blonde, swept back in controlled waves Skin: Fair Psyker Grade: None. Non-Psyker. *** Occupation: Inquisitor, Ordo Hereticus...