I tried to search the sub but could only find stuff from several months ago, was just hoping for people to discuss their favourite recent plot advancements, I haven't really been caught up since a little while after Ultramarines primarch return, what's everyone up to these days around the galaxy? Heard the lion is back

You can also add in on who's the best strategically without their primarchs.

Edit: I forgot to add which event lol. During the great crusade and Horus heresy, which space marine legion was dominating a lot to other space marine legions?

Weird question I know but I'm just tryna find an army that matches my vibes

So why is considering whether this would be the appropriate subreddit to post this type of question but I'm honestly curious on a descriptive level of when authors write Space Marines, I want to know how they describe a space marine running? like, Let's say for example I was writing about a space marine in a story and I want them to run, how would I describe that in words on how that would visually look?

I mean change is the natural rule of the universe, so he is already immortal . He likes to play Long games but ... Like ... Is becoming his demon prince or champion really that bad ? If people speak so well of nurgle , then maybe we should do the same for him . I am new to the lore , so maybe be I missed something .

Let's be real here, Guardsman are the real men in the field. No sissy power armor required for victory. Yet, they are always depicted as weak, frail humans who need space marines to save them. Bah! fake news I tell you.

In all seriousness I think it's kind of annoying that space marines are always depicted as gods (Especially ultrasmurfs) eventhough they do like 0.01% of the actual work lol

The loley guardsman needs more love

Cadia Stands.

Basically the title. Every time I've seen a null in stories they have immediately anc totally nullifies war effects in their immediate area. Does this have a limit? What would happen if a null got close to the emperor in his prime? Would his powers be totally nullified?

Please and thank you

It seems to straddle the lines between a warp curse and a gene seed flaw given how it ended up affecting the Blood Angels (Sanguinus' death hit the Blood Angels so hard that their gene-seed felt it).

So, what is the exact nature of the Black Rage?

I’m torn on this, and the obvious answer of White Scar feels lame. I almost personally want to say Emperor’s Children (pre-Heresy).

EC seek perfection in all things and are known to value other things such as poetry. This feels very in line with prominent samurai in history.

Any thoughts? Also, I’m quite new to 40k so forgive me if I’m way off the mark.

The emperor is released from the throne as purified Magnus comes back or something and sits on the throne. The talisman of seven hammers and other failsafes don’t go off. Does the Imperium at large recognize GEoM physically?

I mean in the last 2kish years Jesus has turned from an ugly Middle Easterner to a pretty good looking white guy. I can only imagine what 10kish years has done to the guys perception?

I am trying to approach writing lore for my custom chapter (Silver Blood) with care.
I am reading the books and working on absorbing the lore before putting too much into it.
My question is in relation to the physical models I have as well. Grand total of 13 Terminators.
10 standard Marines, 1 Librarian, 1 Chaplain and 1 Captain. How long would it take one chapter to obtain that many terminator suits for themselves?
I am trying to set their founding in a good place to catch up to the current lore.

SPOILERS

Alright so I did a pretty good job of avoiding spoilers for myself so I apologize in advance if what I have to say has been said a million times or is the general consensus.

First off I’d like to say that I loved the HH series. I think at this point I’ve listened to over 40 HH books on audible. I also think the Siege of Terra is fortunate to have some of the best writing in the series(looking at you Saturnine) but I thought the writing in TE&TD varies wildly in quality. I recognize there’s a specific difficulty in writing endings, especially for stories as long and climatic as we would expect at the end of the origin story for 40K. That being said, I think the devil is in the details for this ending. I mean how many times did we read/hear the phrase or variations of the phrase “selling our/their lives for the highest price”? It’s a pretty metal phrase but by the time it comes around to describe the Astartes fighting outside the eternity gate in indeterminate numbers for the 14th time it loses the value that it had the first or second time. Seems like an editing note that should’ve been caught and fixed at some point.

I didn’t necessarily dislike the time stopping aspects or the twist of the Big E being the Dark King but it did feel like it dragged on quite a bit. I did really love Horus’s inner monologue, that was pretty entertaining.

As always with these HH stories I really enjoyed how the different storylines lined up, overlapped, and interacted with each other. This is especially true for the John Grammaticus and Ollanius stories. It’s always cool to see how even humans can affect these conflicts between superhumans and gods.

My biggest criticism is the last 5th of the last book:

It’s wild how a book series with over 60 parts can have an ending that somehow seems rushed! I mean how did the situation at the Astronomican resolve other than vague stuff about chaos receding like a tide after Horus dies and Zahariel being cut down by Typhus after 8 seconds of channeling power to help the emperor? It just jumps to Sigismund and Keeler at the Eternity Gate.

Also I didn’t even realize until the end that Oll was fully dead and not coming back. It was valiant how he stood up to Horus but it just didn’t seem final or descriptive enough for him to end like that. It felt like he would’ve been getting back up at some point to surprise Horus one last time.

Finally, Gavriel Loken being used to create Samus felt quite shoehorned in. I can appreciate the cyclic and ironic nature of it but still it just felt kinda out of left field.

EDIT: Forgot to add on that Robbie G and the smurfs basically got no pages once the warpstorm ended and they were able to make it to Terra. WHICH IS ALSO INSANE TO NOT COVER

So my final score for TE&TD is a 7/10 with an emphatic “Eh… Shrugs” If you’ve read this far thanks and I’d love to hear your opinions on the ending as well as if you agree or disagree with me. Thanks!

I know the definition of the word, but why do the big 4 call him that? Is he hurting them somehow? Sucking up their power? Or maybe he just kind of pisses them off a little and Wh40k authors exaggerate as they do? What's REALLY going on that got him that title?

"Today marks my one hundredth and twentieth year of continued service for the imperium." Inquisitor Marxan Valis calmly proclaimed to no one in particular. He was alone in his private quarters aboard the sword class frigate that was granted the privilege of ferrying him to his next assignment. The name of the frigate that carried him, as well as his destination had already faded from his memory. Truth be told he neither cared for where he was going, nor how exactly he got there. So long as he was able to carry out his service to the Imperium, then the means of travel and the destination became superfluous details. Above all else, Inquisitor Valis gave tantamount priority to the execution of his work. He was an established inquisitor in Ordo Hereticus, the branch of the Inquisition that dealt directly with the most vile beings of all in his mind... traitors.

How amusing, he thought to himself as he walked up to the mirror in his quarters. Of all the gifts bestowed to and by the Astartes and the Adeptus Mechanicus, The keys to prolong ones own mortality lie remarkably within reach to those who possess the drive to grasp for them. Despite appearances, those who knew Inquisitor Valis would describe him as a steely veteran, that has seen his fair share of the horrors of the galaxy and had been part of more than a few prolonged engagements with the enemies of man. However his outward appearance wouldn't lend any credence to that claim. His uniform, sharp and polished leather, with painstaking attention given to detail to follow regulations to the letter. This completely covered the advanced body glove and Ceramite ballistic plates. Not to mention the numerous augmetics beneath the skin prolonging his natural life span. Some were brought about by combat and injury, while others were done "proactively" to improve his capabilities in service for the Inquisition.

He looked over his appearance. His uniform, pristine, the only detail lacking was all the commendations and medals earned over his prolific career. He kept those in a side drawer near the mirror. The subjects of his work, didn't need to know that he served in a campaign here, or quelled an uprising there... no. In Valis's mind, the less they know, the better. The more their mind wanders into the festering dark that is fear, the closer they lead him to his objective. The most misleading detail about the Inquisitor was his face, clean shaven and free of wrinkles. Indeed it would appear that the one-hundred and forty year old veteran hadn't aged a day since he graduated from the academy at 20. The reason for this however, had nothing to do with the cybernetic "gifts," provided by the Tech Priests of Mars. He finally tilted forward, taking his right hand and running it over his cheek. Lifting his chin up and rotating his head to see the different angles in the mirror, all while running his hand slowly, carefully over every inch of his face. On the surface it may have appeared he was checking his face after shaving. However the Inquisitor had a secret of his own. He was "barely" a psyker.

He couldn't hear whispers from the warp unless he was trapped in the depths of a void storm. His powers, undetectable and furthermore didn't extend more than a few centimeters from his finger tips. The power itself however, was powerful indeed. For even with his limited capabilities, Inquisitor Valis could perform Biomancy. As his fingers carefully glided across his face, the noticeable wrinkles, age lines and blemishes disappeared behind his touch. He performed this ritual often enough as his work often brought him into close proximity with his subjects. At the same time any small stubble or hairs that cropped up that was out of place appeared to simply fall off. Almost as though the inquisitor was wiping soot from his face. After a brief time Valis was satisfied with his appearance. His looks were boyish almost... all the better in his mind. His face may have portrayed many things, but a 140 year old inquisitor with more experience in his little finger than a standard Astra Militarum platoon, was not one of them. Nor would anyone know that before his application to join the inquisition, he had an extensive background in the medical field. Everyone except.. the Inquisition. His knowledge of human anatomy was second to only the most brilliant of medical and technological minds which accentuated his abilities even further.

Valis gave a small smile to himself in the mirror. He began speaking again in the empty room. "Indeed. Only in death, does duty end. However, the original milestone for a human to be lucky to see a hundred has become far more muddled in these times. To where one such as myself can grasp at the strings of immortality if only..." He trailed off, the small smile still on his face as he lowered his head. He put on his hat, similar in style to the commissariat but lacking any other signs of rank and station aside from a single sigil of the inquisition at the foremost point in his hat. His gaze returned to the mirror as he continued, "If only never to truly hold them..." The fact hung over his head momentarily as he pondered the conundrum. Valis didn't fear death... he feared failure, he feared tarnish on his career... he feared not making a difference in the span he has to exist within the Imperium. He didn't fear the inevitable, he feared during the course of his career at some point or another, he'd fail the Empire the loved; and for all intents and purposes... Valis was planning on having a very long career. To all those who knew him, Valis had a singular yet broad focus. The 'wellbeing" of the Imperium and those who reside within.

A sudden voice crackled over the Vox receiver. The inquisitor recognized the hoarse voice of the ship's captain, though among many names, the Inquisitor had already forgotten his. "My Lord," The gravely voice rasped through the static of the Vox. "We have finished warp translation and have arrived in system. Your personal transport will be prepped to deliver you planet side in twenty minutes." His voice didn't carry disdain per say, rather the curt and cautious tone of those who's degrees of guilt were questionable... but not worth the normal attention of the Inquisition. Yes, it would seem the good captain wanted his charge off of his vessel as soon as humanly possible. Almost to accentuate this the captain continued. "Please make your way to the shuttle bay at your earliest convenience." He didn't say anything out of line, despite the disparity in his tone, he still conveyed the proper fear and respect that is warranted by an Inquisitor's presence. Conveniently for both parties, Valis's presence wasn't required on the bridge, his quarry lied planetside.

He turned on his heel at this point. Moving to the door while servitors simultaneously moved in to clear his room of his personal effects. Not that there was much to begin with. As the inquisitor navigated the labyrinth of service lifts and corridors to the shuttle bay holding his transport, Valis's mind was rather quiet. There was little wandering passed the focus on his objective. It didn't take him much longer than twenty minutes to reach his shuttle, somehow the servitors that were carrying his personal belongings had already finished loading his transport. His personal guard, a pair of elite guardsman, Donned in obsidian flak plating and once again only having a single sigil of the inquisition on the front of the helmet to denote their station. Their custom "Hot Shot" Laz rifles, polished to appear as new as they day they were received as gifts from the Adeptus Mechanicus. Dennum and Russ were their names, two of the few names the inquisitor committed to memory. Dennum had been Valis's personal guard for the passed forty years. Russ... twenty five. Both had seen their fair share of action since replacing their predecessors. At the inquisitor's audacity, he'd dare say those two were the closest individuals he came to trusting.

Valis approached the loading ramp, his personal guard gave a short yet precise salute to him, which he returned with a silent nod. The three seldom exchanged words outside the mission at hand, and they had already been briefed long before arriving in system. The two followed behind the inquisitor like a silent shadow taking their place in seats behind Valis. He sat down in the co-pilot seat and once again nodded silently to his pilot, a staunch and fearless woman that he only remembered as Tarell. She had become Valis's pilot only as recently as his previous assignment. Her predecessor was executed for desertion. The previous assignment was... harrowing to be sure, most of it has been already covered in black ink and classified and unfortunately for Valis's memory, no longer his concern.

Tarell began the startup sequence for their shuttle and in a few brief moments, the shuttle had lifted off and exited the atmospheric shield of the frigate. Aside from the thrum of the engines, the four people on board the shuttle continued their journey is silence. The inquisitor gazed out over the planet they were descending on. A struggling agri-world that gave appearances of a death world... the inquisitor could have looked over the data slate to recall the planets name... he simply didn't care... all he cared to remember was that it was a floundering agri world set upon the eastern fringes of imperium space. Several minutes continued in silence before the roar of atmosphere super heating through re-entry began to overtake the oppressive silence within the vessel.

it wasn't long before the flames and glowing heat from initial entry to the atmosphere subsided, and finally Valis could get a good look at the planet's geography. Sparse flora and farm land, predominantly mountainous in some areas with minimal space cleared for farming. Most of the terrain looked like barren dirt. The planet didn't have a substantial amount of its own natural water supply so a good deal had to be imported... with this in mind, Valis conjectured that this world was always an "uphill battle" in terms of the Imperium laying its claim. Tarell expertly navigated the terrain, low to the ground to avoid potential anti air fire because among other things, this planet had uttered murmurs of heresy, that had reached the Inquisition's ears.

They touched down at a small village, built from Plasteel, ceramite... and dirt. The majority of the village had been cleared of civilians and converted into a forward base for the joint operation about to take place between the Inquisition and a detachment from the Astra Militarum. As the loading ramp began to lower, Dennum and Russ took position in front of Valis, standing shoulder to shoulder so as to stand in the way of an errant marksman should they present themselves. The ramp cleared and the three moved out in unison. Valis had his left hand in his trench coat pocket as he walked down the ramp. He took a quick glance around and deduced that in all relative terms, they were "safe" to perform the duty of their charge.

As they moved into the forward base towards the command post they were intercepted by a squat colonel with a billowy moustache. "Lord inquisitor Valis, welcome to our little corner of the galaxy!" He saluted sharply, a gesture that Valis returned this time. The colonel forgot to introduce himself. Valis tried reading his name tag but the short colonel shifted around too quickly. Shrugging the minor frustration, Valis was content to follow the colonel that beckoned him deeper within the forward base, presumably to head to the command post. "Your time of arrival is fortuitus." The colonel continued, "We have just captured a heretical scout squad. There were five originally. The first was gunned down when the surviving four were captured. We tried interrogating three of the other scouts..." The colonels expression betrayed his frustration, "But they succumbed to our methods before we could glean anything useful, We were actually about to begin on the fourth before we hear-" Valis finally interjected at this point.

"before you heard I was in system?" The inquisitor felt a mix of emotions, predominantly a mixture of irritation and disgust at gross incompetency. "Do tell me something colonel if you don't mind." The colonel seemed to snap even more to attention at this point. "If our void ship had been delayed from warp translation for say, even an hour. Would you have interrogated my subject then?" The statement carried a gravitas with it like the colonel had been stealing food off the inquisitors plate. "And what would have been your course of action if indeed this fourth subject expired before I had reached planet side?" What would you do and say to me? Oh sorry my lord all of our interrogation subjects died, your going to have to wait around while we catch some more? Especially since you, of all people, know the span that I can stay on this planet is very limited. Colonel Priam." The colonel agitated him so badly in this moment he recalled who he was supposed to contact when he reached this particular back water. The details of the briefing docket came back with startling clarity. "You had received the briefing docket a week prior to our arrival don't tell me you have already forgotten your orders." The colonel seemed to stammer... suddenly as he noted the body language of the colonel... it became apparent that he hadn't read the docket at all.

Valis sighed at the revelation. "Colonel Priam. I can sense your desire to reach a higher station than being part of a limited PDF on a planet on the very edges of civilized space. However, one does not rise above their station on the fringes, when they discard direct orders in exchange for attempted initiative." Priam attempted to interject. "However," Valis continued as though he were reading the colonel's mind... he couldn't. "Yes, in the heart of your intentions you wanted to already have the information that I was looking for so that the operation could continue, and I would have to spend even less time on this dismal dirt ball... Unfortunately though, you failed." The words hung in the air, "Three dead? three more individuals that could have provided vital intelligence for us. Now there is only one, and for your sake colonel, he had better have what we're looking for." Valis looked upon the colonel with disdain, "Personally if i were in your position... I'd have stopped after the first died... and waited for professionals to clean up my armature work." The inquisitors words stung the colonels pride. It seemed for a few brief moments while they were still walking to the command post that he was about to say something. However no additional words came. after a few more minutes they finally approached the CP It was made predominantly with mud... ceramite walls were being erected over the mud filled walls... but it was apparent this was the village meeting hall before the Astra Militarum arrived. The inquisitors quarry, waited inside. The colonel gestured for Valis to go inside. Before Valis committed to the act, he parted with Colonel Priam with these closing words. "Colonel, personal rank and status aside, I understand where your heart is at with your actions. I can tell you love the Imperium in much the same way as I do. However, some of the worst and most horrific atrocities that have come to pass, especially for humanity let alone the imperium; had their roots planted in the very best of intentions..." Valis didn't even pay the colonel a second glance with his closing statement and he went inside. It didn't take long from there to reach the interrogation chamber, with two more guards from the inquisition posted outside.

giving the guards a small nod, they stepped away from the door and opened it for the inquisitor to go inside. When Valis entered he immediately took to sizing up his subject. A male, mid to late thirties, potentially early forties. Well built for his frame, but to the subtle eye, it was apparent these muscles didn't come from combat, but from working the land. His hair was shaggy and he had a beard at a length of a few inches. He was muddied and dirty, and judging from the pit in his stomach, he hadn't eaten in the passed several days since his capture. The most noteworthy thing the inquisitor noticed however was his gaze. Light brown eyes that pierced the door in front of him. Indeed his gaze had not shifted an iota since the inquisitor walked into the room. His eyes weren't darting around, his body language didn't denote fear, he was neither looking for escape nor reprieve. Instead it was all replaced with a grim determination to face what is to come and give no ground. A pity, he thought to himself. Were he part of the imperial guard, such qualities would have most certainly carried his career far. Also he'd be a prime example for what a guardsmen should be... unfortunately however. His thoughts carried the sensation of bile rising up from his stomach. This one instead decided to show such loyalties to our foes...

Valis picked up a data slate lying on a table in the room next to the door. The slate contained all pertinent data regarding the man in front of him. "Lets see here, Aldo Togh, male, forty-one years old, 5'11, 185 lbs. Agri farmer at first, and more recently a member of the Advent of Midnight, a heretical group of rebels that were born on this planet." Out of the corner of his eye, Valis noted the stoic rebel blinked slowly, the only indication he heard what was being said. "There's a myriad of other details: Wife, couple of children, all dead from an Drukhari raid that took place here a few years back. Felt the imperium wasn't attending to his needs, blah blah blah. Grew progressively more anti Imperial, yada yada yada. Long and short of it you hit your limit of patience with the Imperium and now you seek alternatives with a group that has quite the name." Valis tossed the data slate back onto the table. At the same time he noticed a tray of various tools, still covered in dried blood. "How barbarically primitive." Whether his statement about the dirtied torture implements was taken in the correct context or not. The rebel Aldo, finally spoke.

"I don't know anything," his gaze still fixed beyond the door. "Its like you said in your little report, I was a farmer, and recently joined on with this new lot." His face darkened ever so slightly. "Yeah, my wife and kids died from the damnable Drukhari and what did your imperium do to stop it? A heaping pile of Grox shit is what." Valis nodded upwards as if bemused by the mans testimony. "You call us barbaric and primitive," He definitely missed the context... "Meanwhile you and your ilk descend from the heavens wielding weapons that may as well be magic." He spit at the inquisitors feet, "And you! I doubt such a fresh faced baby officer such as yourself, that doesn't even know the first inkling of what suffering is! They probably sent you to this old backwater so that you could have a 'safe place' to cut your damned teeth!" Valis smiled quietly, "You can't scare me, I already heard the screams from the other three for days on end. There wont be nothing for you to get out of me, so I recommend you take that shiny las pistol out of it's holster and just speed up the process." Valis briefly contemplated the idea... it would certainly get him out of this room faster.. but then he couldn't leave the planet yet either.

Valis instead responded by removing his gloves and placing them on the table. The next thing he took off was his hat, placing it neatly beside his gloves. His dark hair slicked back still to accommodate the hat. "You know. This may be hard for one such as yourself to believe... but i have only a year to be your senior by a century." Aldo scoffed in this moment. "No seriously! Here i'll show you." He rolled up his left sleeve exposing a patch of pale skin at his wrist. "The answer is probably not, but have you ever heard of the psyker art known as Biomancy? It's what allows me to keep my young appearance. A brief demonstration..." Valis quickly produced a knife from his belt and deftly ran the blade deep across his wrist. Blood began spurting immediately as he cut into his own radial artery. Aldo's eyes widened slightly... in his mind this inquisitor just committed what was tantamount to suicide. No sooner had Valis returned the blade to its sheath than he began to place his right index finger on the left side of the cut. Slowly and carefully, re attaching nerves, tendons, return veins muscle and his radial artery itself. Slowly working his way across the length of the wound. Within a few brief moments there was no indication that the inquisitor had ever cut himself at all... save for the oddly pale patch of skin on his wrist. It had finally occurred to Aldo this inquisitor has done this before. It was at this moment that Valis noticed his quarry was chained hand and foot to the ground. "Now this isn't a 'prime example' of what this artform is capable of. Actually, in terms of raw power, I'm quite weak. I wasn't even detected by the inquisitions ability to even find psykers." This seemed to give Aldo a sense of relief... however he also had no idea what the frame of reference for psyker powers were. "However, its not always about how much brute force you can produce," he stood behind the man chained to the floor. Placing his fingers on the sub-occipitals at the base of Aldos skull. "Sometimes, its a matter of creativity." His power only reached a few inches from his fingertips, but for his occupation, it was more than enough. Feeling through the intricacies of the mans mind and anatomy he found his target, the right optic nerve. "For instance, I might not be able to do what other, stronger, Biomancers can. I cant turn your flesh inside out or make your blood boil... but those are crude uses for such an art anyway. For example in your case... all I need to do is create a delicate pinch in the right area and-" Almost immediately Aldo doubled over in pain, the length of the chains restricted him but Aldo was clutching at his right eye. He couldn't even scream properly. The pain had been indescribable from any other moment in his life. It was worse than the worst sinus headache, all he could produce was short "Ah's!" in between shallow gasps. His left eye still visible and bulging from the unexpected pain. The inquisitor sucked on his teeth. "Yes, probably feels like its wanting to pop out from the back side, while a spike is being driven in through the front, no?" The boy faced inquisitor wasn't expecting a response. "That was only one eye," he quickly clutched the back of Aldo's skull again. "Imagine if it were both?"

Aldo attempted to jerk away. His chained to the floor position however, made the endeavor fruitless. Expecting his left eye to suddenly feel as though it were going to explode, Aldo's mind and spirit flooded with despair. Contrarily however, Valis released his ability and just as suddenly as the pain entered his body, it left, and Aldo finally was able to gasp for air. Sweat already permeated his forehead. "TO HELL WITH YOU AND YOUR IMPERIUM!" He spat back in a mix a rage and fear, "I already told you I don't know nothin' and you bunch just deci-" Valis moved down Aldo's neck to the location of the Facial Nerve next. With his next "pinch," Valis subsequently paralyzed Aldos's face while also setting off major nerve flares. Culminating in Aldo once again losing his ability to speak while also feeling like his face had been set on fire.

"You bear a great deal of misplaced hatred in your Imperium my dear Aldo." Valis released his hand from the prisoner's neck but left his nerves pinched. Aldo was holding his face now, screaming through closed lips. "You see, I don't understand that perspective, even now. You see, I know so much about the anatomy of the human body because of my parents. Both were very skilled surgeons, and they spent much of their free time grooming me to follow in their footsteps... an admirable goal." Valis looked away as he continued. "You said I don't know suffering... then am I to assume that you think I don't know loss as well?" He turned back to face him. The "pinch" was beginning to slowly subside. "I grew up on a planet near the western fringes. NOT quite on the raggedy edge as your world, but not far from it. Well the hive city I grew up in, and where my parents remained after I left for the Academy, wound up having a bit up an uprising of its own." The boyish face was finally devoid of the small smile or any of the neutral features, instead replaced with a mild grimace. "Thankfully the uprising was contained to that hive city, and a localized purge was enacted. My mother and father, were among the death toll." His expression remained dark even though his tone lightened. "I myself, remained thankful that we only lost the hive city, and not the entire planet to exterminatus. Did I mourn my parents? Absolutely. Did I place blame upon the hand holding the sword that felled my city? No," Valis responded flatly. Aldo was finally able to look at the inquisitor, and it was almost as if he was really seeing him for the first time. These shared lives would have brought them closer under normal circumstances however their personal outlooks, drove them ever further from identifying with one another. Valis continued, "No the inquisition performs the duty of its charge, nothing more nothing less. I loved my parents, but the only thing I love more is the Imperium itself." This oddly showed the inquisitors idyllic side. He didn't view the Imperium as a mass of worlds and logistics, rather he saw the Imperium as its own entity, a being in its own right. From the cradle of its womb was Valis born and his parents before and to him, that deserves his own undying loyalty. "Rather I placed blame upon the ignorant and the foolish." Valis walked towards Aldo. "Much like those that interrogated your colleagues. Using such crude implements, they may as well have gone outside and tried to start a fire with a pair of sticks! I have seen numerous uprisings and rebellions seen the horrors spawned from heresy and do you know how many have resulted in a better world? None. How many have left untold billions dead and suffering far greater than the initial hardships in their wake? All of them." The statement hung coldly in the air for a few brief moments.

Valis placed his hand on Aldo's shoulder this time. "What's fascinating about my methods, is there's no permanent damage. In fact... you might even take comfort in knowing that nothing I do can be considered life threatening." He placed his fingertip between Aldo's clavicle and his shoulder blade pressing down into an endangerment zone. "All the same though, all it takes is a simple pinch or knot in the right place such as say... the axillary nerve branch that I'm touching right now and-" This time, nothing inhibited Aldo's screams. The guards outside jumped slightly in surprise as Aldo's voice pierced through the walls with utter agony. The guards were unsettled... They were also present for the other interrogations... and none of the previous prisoners screamed like Aldo did.

His arm, from shoulder to finger tip felt pain down to the bone, nothing could be done to alleviate it. No mental trick could block out the pain. It was as though the inquisitor was able to reach down to the very inner frame of Aldo's body, and plant the seeds of only the purest agony. It didn't matter if the damage was only temporary. In that moment, if he could, Aldo would have cut his own arm off. Valis continued his monologue. "The great benefit to me with this method, is that I truly damage nothing. To your detriment, that means I can use my methods over and over again, and it would be as though you were experiencing it for the first time." This time Valis made good on his earlier question and attacked both ocular nerves. Aldo was already doubled over in pain from his arm, with the pain now in both of his eyes, he vomited. The air was punctuated by a mixture of gasps and short screams. "Do you still feel like resting on the statement that you truly know nothing?" Valis's tone was dangerously lighthearted for the present situation.

Whether it was defiance or a confused rage, Aldo responded though gritted teeth and a murderous gaze. "Valich peige! MOS Toubl'e echts es morntonoray vons pilgum, ARRIK SHO!" Valis's head tilted to the side momentarily.

"Thats your local dialect is it not? Let me see." He pondered the words briefly, "Arrogant Dog, is what the first two words roughly translate to. the rest... 'may my masters piss on the ashes of me and my ilk when they burn us to the ground." Aldo looked at him in mild shock despite his pain. How would he know the dialect from a world on the fringes of Imperial space? Almost as though he knew what Aldo was thinking, Valis continued speaking. "Despite my more inherently forgetful nature, I like to be well informed to the point where I can take comfort in forgetting a few details. I learned everything there was to know about your world while on my journey here. Including your local dialect known as Sykelth." Valis walked around the man chained to the floor. "I also happen to be very observant. Here are a few things that I observed about you. The moment I walked in the room your gaze hadn't shifted. You see the thing about the 'innocent,' or at least the unknowing, is they look for a way out, they are uninhibited in their statement that they know nothing. They display confusion for why they find themselves in present circumstances. 'Why am I here? What have I done? I'm not the person you're looking for. Just let me go!'" Valis's last statement was made in a progressively more mocking tone. "Their eyes are constantly shifting. They watch my every move with tentative fear and this is all before mind you, I even place my hands on them... Guess just how much of that you have displayed since I've entered this room? Nothing of it. Which denotes to me my dear Aldo, not only do you know exactly what I need to know, but chances are you were the leader amongst your scouting party. Also with you mentioning your masters just now, well..." Aldo's eyes widened at this statement. He had no idea his own stoicism would betray him in such a way. "There's also a chance that you are part of the leadership hierarchy period, not just a scout. Regardless Aldo, you know far more than nothing about the Advent of Midnight." Valis turned to face Aldo before ending his monologue. "Now there are two certainties facing you at this critical juncture. First, you will receive the Emperors judgement this day, but... Not... Before... telling me EVERYTHING you know, for second. Valis moved behind Aldo. "Just let me know when you feel like talking." The tone still eerily lighthearted. Without another word he ran his fingers down Aldo's spine.

The guardsmen posted outside would never admit it to anyone, but the guttural screams emanating from the other side of the door they were guarding, were particularly disturbing. It wasn't long, no where near as long as the other three were tortured before the sounds they were sure to be hearing in their sleep subsided. The inquisitor walked out a few minutes after the screaming stopped his commissariat hat neatly in place. He turned to one of the guardsmen and handed him the data slate that was in the room earlier. "I've updated the data slate with all pertinent information regarding the Advent of Midnight. With this, there should be more than enough actionable intel to begin operations." The guardsmen nodded at Valis.
"And... the prisoner sir?"
"Provide him with the Emperors Mercy, we have nothing more to glean from him." Valis began to walk away, he had not made it ten steps from the door before he turned on his heel and spoke again. "Also, please convey to colonel Priam, that his blunders from the previous three aside. He did, in fact, save the best for last." Whether it was intentional or by accident, Valis was inclined to believe the latter. The colonel had interrogated the ones who wouldn't have had much to give anyway. The inquisitor gave praise to the Emperor for his good providence. He walked out the front doors of the headquarters and into the bright light of midday on this planet. He immediately took note of the day. The sun was bright and shining, not a cloud in the sky. The air was still, almost a windless day. There wasn't a lot of noise or hustle and bustle at the base either. "Hmmm... A Quiet Day..." The remark held still in the air to Valis with a strong sense of foreboding. A brief calm before the storm. Valis withdrew his leather gloves from his pocket and slapped them into his empty hand. "However! The day is still young! I'm sure there will be something to stir up in short order!" The inquisitor stated in a chipper tone as he casually walked in the direction of his transport."

The guardsmen that entered the room found themselves further unsettled. Aldo's eyes were bloodshot, but glazed over. A string of drool ran from his lip to the floor and his mouth was agape, and he was covered in his own vomit. Aside from this however, they could see no sign of external injury... no evidence to lend credence to the screams that were produced earlier... and that disturbed them. They hadn't observed the inquisitors methods... so they were left to wonder... what could he have done that would cause this man to scream bloody murder at length and have such a broken mind... but not a single blemish otherwise? They pondered the question in fear, but did not hesitate in their duties. A quick las pistol shot to the back of the head, and the Emperors Mercy was delivered.

(To be continued...)

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It's hard to see how the majority of humanity wouldn't be experiencing constant despair in some form of another. In addition, you have planets full of hive cities. Literally billions upon billions of humans crammed close together in unsanitary and stressful conditions. You'd be lucky to be able to stop the common cold running rampant much less the host of super diseases that exist in 40k.

Even if you had whole planets getting eradicated by exterminatus every single day the death toll still wouldn't match the astronomical fatality numbers you would get just from people dropping dead of illnesses on the millions of planets spread across the imperium.

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However I felt a lot of stuff went over my head. Like the green dudes with mosaic skin, or the giant talking sphere(s?), or the how and where the marines ended up.

I get that not having every question answered and leaving things open to interpretation is part of the appeal, but I can’t help but feel I’m missing some valuable lore and context that could give some interesting insights.

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Thanks!

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