After being singled out and inducted into the service of the Inquisition, things have not quite gone as you had imagined them. Removed from your past life, you have been tested and measured, questioned and interrogated. But aside from a few lectures given in darkened chambers that left you sick to your stomach and a seemingly endless stream of codes and ciphers given you to memorize and destroy, you have been left largely to your own devices. Lodging under a false name on your home planet, you have bided your time for weeks waiting for the call from your masters, and perhaps, their verdict.<br/><br/>At last that call has come and a blankeyed courier has delivered to you a note featuring the cipher of the Holy Ordos. The message within was simple and perfunctory, containing a time, a date and a location and instruct you to come prepared for space transport.<br/><br/>Launched into orbit, then the horror of deep space, you see few other passengers upon your ship and receive no other instructions for what seems like infinity. Instructions finally come, however, as a data slate message instructs to make haste to the Naval officer’s meeting room and expect company, It is signed off with a single epithet…<br/><br/><strong><em>—The Emperor Protects</em></strong><br/><br/>You arrive outside the naval office quickly. Placing your hand on the biometric lock, the machine spirit scans you and deeming you permitted to enter, unlocks the door. There are three people in the room as you enter.<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Screen_Shot_2014-01-24_at_11.05.21_AM.png)<br/><br/>One is a bald, strongly built man in a naval uniform that you’ve seen before, the ship’s First Mate.<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Sanctioned_Psyker.jpg)<br/><br/>The second is a blonde, pale skinned man in a simple cleric’s garb with dark circles under his eyes.<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Praetorian_ogryn_by_kaffeezombie-d3gshtt.jpg)<br/><br/>The third is the most shocking. Towering over the others at what looks to be nine feet tall, is an Ogryn in formal military garb. Dangling off of his pauldrons are several varieties of hats, including some that appear to be those of a commissar.<br/><br/>The Ogryn points at a chair and says forcefully, “Sit. Others coming.”