The red hood hung so low, all that could be seen was two points of light - the green reflections of the data-pict lights. His eyes had been optically enhanced and they scrolled along the data-streams that poured down the left side of the screen.
Xenos incursion.
Inquistor Wodin Grime had spent his life fighting on the front line of humanity's war against the Xenos. The ineffectual; the corrupt; the diseased; the mechanical; the obscene; the truly dangerous foes of human kind. He had known fear many times, and yet the data he saw chilled him almost like nothing else he had seen.
Xenos incursion: many types of Xenos incursion.
He touched the hilt of his power sword, Barbarvenga, for comfort, and typed in his instructions.
Across the ship his orders were read throughout: and silence greeted them. Silence, except for the sound of his retainers taking down their guns and weapons, and the dull hiss as the adeptus mechanicus adepts unlocked the sacred hellfire rounds. In a black room with a dull red light, a shadow saw the news of the expected arrival on Orion 89-Zeta, and the vindicare assassin, that went by the name of Code IV, dropped from his ceiling perch, and landed soundlessly on the metal flooring. He would not land with the others, but a landing pod would air-drop him in behind enemy lines to seek out the lynch pin of the foe.
The head of the snake. Which, when you cut it off - or put a hellfire round between it's eyeballs - destroyed the beast.
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