Dratheria
15-04-2008, 18:11
Riga, a backwater Imperial Forge World it's population small only numbering in the couple thousands. It was here that the rogue Vagabond was last seen and that was what had brought Inquisitor Mercer to this dreary little chunk of space. He stood aboard the Dragon's Pride her mighty hull freshly painted a deep black after the damage done to it during the war. He flexed his hands and watched as they came upon the world like a cloaked blade. He had brought with him a squad of Grey Knights led by Justicar Tigerius. He looked to his right at the towering man in gunmetal power armor and said, "He may be here you know the drill on this. He is an untouchable after all and we are all psykers we have to do what we can to stop him before he gets to us psychically. Myself and Tara will be heading for the capitol city of Tharsis and will begin our investigation. Have your Marines ready for teleport should anything go wrong." The Justicar looked back at him and said, "I do not know why the Emperor has sent us here after fighting the Enemy. However, Inquisitor you will have whatever assistance we can offer to you." Mercer stared at the seemingly insignificant planet and turned to leave his steps slowly fading into the background. As they boarded the Shadow Chaser Mercer took a deep calming breath pulling free his pistols he started saying a prayer in Low Gothic as his assassin Tara waited silently in a dark corner.
As the transport quickly descended to the surface Mercer felt a tickle in the back of his mind something reminiscient of the Chaos taint he so often battled but then it was gone and he dismissed it as a side-effect of his illness. As his shuttle touched down on the surface of the planet he took a deep breath and quickly holsterted his weapons. Stepping off the shuttle the spaceport was almost completely empty a few servitors droned around and one tech adept greeted him on the landing pad. He stepped forward to the hooded adept and said, "I am Inquisitor Mercer of His Holy Inquisition."
As the transport quickly descended to the surface Mercer felt a tickle in the back of his mind something reminiscient of the Chaos taint he so often battled but then it was gone and he dismissed it as a side-effect of his illness. As his shuttle touched down on the surface of the planet he took a deep breath and quickly holsterted his weapons. Stepping off the shuttle the spaceport was almost completely empty a few servitors droned around and one tech adept greeted him on the landing pad. He stepped forward to the hooded adept and said, "I am Inquisitor Mercer of His Holy Inquisition."