#vigilus

Entering, the old Inquisitor gazed upon a sight to behold, a meeting, one of many, of individuals a mere mortal might not even see one of in his lifetime. This was the War Council of the Legendary Marneus Calgar, a congregation of various Astartes, Sororitas, Mechanicus, and militarum officers dedicated to the defense of Vigilus. A planet threatened by many invaders, human and otherwise. However, he had only just arrived at its conclusion. Plans had already been made and decisions were about to followed through.

“This meeting is adjourned.” The nearly eight foot tall man spoke to his council, a wash of anguish in his voice, “May the Emperor guide you all in battle.”

The others gave their farewells, signs of the Aquila, or a fist to the chest. Even amongst them, in the far back, an Aeldari retreated back to his own kind.

Calgar sighed as if he were left alone, or so he thought. Erasmus stood by the entrance of the make-shift council chamber, which was once the foyer of a mansion owned by the Agamemnus family.

“Ah. Inquisitor.” Calgar said in slight surprise, “I wasn’t made aware that your force had arrived as well.”

Erasmus scoffed, “I don’t need a welcoming party, Lord Calgar. Where the Archenemy goes, I follow. I just wanted to make an introduction.”

Calgar looked down at him curiously, “Is that so? Then I’m all ears.”

“I am Inquisitor Cartavolnus. I have come because of the reports that the Warmaster himself has disgraced himself upon Vigilus, Emperor forbid. No doubt he plans to spoil the planet with structures of chaos.”

“Should you have come earlier,” The Chapter Master responded sarcastically, “Then you would known that we plan to trap Abbadon while allied forces destroy the Vengeful Spirit. Perhaps you could join us in our efforts.”

Erasmus willingly ignored the rude remark, “With the long ears? Surely a man of your wisdom would know not to trust a Xeno.”

“I need not your criticism as well, Inquisitor. Every day I fear this world will just be another loss to the Heretics and Xenos, the odds are stacked against us.”

“Yet your forces grow and grow, you might even have the Emperor’s favor. Despite working with cunning filth.”

The blue brute gave a troubled sigh, “It is not he who I worry being in favor. I wish not to disappoint Lord Guilliman, like I have done so many times already.”

“Guilliman?! Ha!” The Inquisitor chuckled, “He has no time to deal with such frivolous matters. Why in the Emperor’s name would he be disappointed in you, if that was the case to begin with?”

“He told me not to dwell on such things.”

“Then don’t.”

“But I cannot stray my mind.”

“Allow me to give some bitter advice, Chapter Master. Think not of the past, or it will haunt you. Doing such allows for corruption, and I will not hesitate to do what I must if said corruption gives the enemies of the Imperium… sway.”