Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27830834-20180707190947

The last few days have been an onslaught of regimented pre-operation tests: neuro-invasive lie detection, sanctioned psi-screenings, mock interrogations, and other, less tangible trials, the hazy recollections of which still gnaw faintly at the back of your psyche. Eventually, it all comes to a halt, as each of you awakens separately within a spartan cell with your wargear neatly arrayed before you.

You have no idea how you got there. You have no idea where you are. But that's not particularly perturbing. This is, after all, standard procedure for the Inquisition.

After briefly collecting yourselves and your equipment the doors to your rooms slide open with a hiss of hydraulics and a blank-faced minder with the Inquisitorial "I" branded into the flesh of his forehead ushers you each out into the corridor beyond. One by one, you are all herded into a dimly lit briefing theater, its sole entrance flanked by a pair of similarly-branded minders in onyx flakplate, with laspistols and at their sides and nothingness in their eyes. A minute passes. Two. Somewhere in the background, you can vaguely hear the sound of a hidden pict-projector stuttering into life.

Then He enters. You recognize this one, the one who oversaw the majority of your "debriefings", such as they were. His uniform is similar to that of the other personnel you've encountered, but his face is all sutures and steely augmetics, giving him the visage of an ironclad deathmask. His eyes are unblinking, burning coals and his gravelly voice issues from a pair vox-speakers implanted directly into the meat of his throat. You never learned his name. In all your previous interactions the minders seemed to refer to him simply as The Adjutant. Judging by his manner and bearing, many of you suspect he might be Ex-Guard.

"Listen up," He growls, the projector sputtering out light onto the blank wall behind him. "You're all here because you're the best at what you do. I'm here to brief you and, God-Emperor willing, keep you alive through these next few months. What I say here today may very well be the difference between salvation and damnation for an entire Sector of Imperial space, so sit down and shut up unless you actually have something useful to add to the conversation. Got it?" 