"Good to hear." She tented her fingers together and held them before her mouth. "Let's be clear on one thing, Lord Inquisitor. I'm aware that you are the only one of your rank in this fleet, just as I am aware of the other ten elsewhere. I'll be dealing with all of you sooner or later, but feel free to warn them. It won't change anything, but it might save me some time." Then she interlaced her fingers, clasping her hands together. "So, do we start with the atrocities or the reason you fear me?"
Moments like these make me glad that we chose Divination!Pandora. Because she is channeling that Gendo-pose beautifully.
 
Ooo Pandora going straight for the throat with the Inquisitors! But I'm not surprised that they fear her after all for millennia the various Ordos(not all of them) have been running around killing the natural born children of the Emp's for one reason or another.

oh shit, I didn't even realize that until now. The Inquisition has been murdering her siblings for years she would be out for blood!
 
oh shit, I didn't even realize that until now. The Inquisition has been murdering her siblings for years she would be out for blood!
Yep for a few thousand years now some of the internal factions of the Ordos have been killing her younger siblings(out of one stupid reason or another). Question is does she already know(likely give her abilities) and how will she react now to it and is she doesn't know(unlikely but still possible) when will she learn and how will she react then?
 
It should be noted that not every Inquisitor does everything the Inquisition did. I think the odds of actually meeting any single Inquisitor who personally killed one of Pandora's siblings directly or by proxy is quite low. The atrocities they are more likely to have committed are much more mundane and commonplace than murdering the half-mythical children of the Emperor. There are so many other people in the galaxy for them to kill for their own whims and ideology.
 
This one should really pissed off both Panda and the Emperor!

The Inquisition literally murdered members of their family!

:o
Something something "Sensei, Starchild, did it for the right reasons" or some such malarkey.

Oh also they have another one of her brothers locked up in a coffin and stashed somewhere in the back office like a brick of old fruitcake.

To be fair he is, well, completely and totally batshit crazy, but the point still stands.
 
Which one is it? As I could swear all of her siblings have ended in a container of some kind at one point of their lives or another.

Basically a Primarch Prototype who is pretty much "anyone who is slightly evil must die" this of course means humans too since it believed all humans will eventually turn to Chaos. You know like planet wide genocide for being unworthy of the Emperor's love. Which considering the Imperium did during the Great Crusade, good, no one should want that.

Other speculations was that the Angel had all aspects of the Emperor in some form, so therefore one could find out more of the missing primarchs (which to be honest no one on GW cares that much with how they did Star Wars and basically written every little detail of the universe.)

Most would reconsider the stance of having a super child basically go and kill the people you're trying to save, but the Emperor decided that having 20 of those kids divided in power would be the better strategy.
 
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Then, he felt something, a shift in the air. And he turned, drawing a bolt pistol in the same motion - and found it knocked aside by the haft of a Guardian Spear.

One of the Emperor's Custodians now loomed over him where there was nothing before, with not even the hiss of power armour or the soft movement of stale recycled air to mark their passage. The Custodian had moved like a ghost, but he was very, very real.

Imagine if Pandora had actually told the Custodes to be intimidating...
 
Is it wrong for me to ship Aurelius and Sayaka?

If it's wrong, why does it feel so very, very right?

"You're taking my words too seriously, my lady Saint! Calm yourself." Aurelius chuckled and shook his head at himself. "Look at what idleness does to me, all this navel gazing…" He looked around, then scoffed. "And all this walking. I am a Space Marine, not a Guardsman. Perhaps I should have requisitioned that Rhino after all."

"You're a dick," Saya scowled, which made Aurelius laugh again. "I mean it! You fill my head with all this heavy stuff about sacrifice and dying and keeping my friend from killing herself and you're just making conversation?!"

Aurelius, unmoved by the Saint's outburst, merely grinned back wolfishly. "I cannot apologise, milady. Your presence has me bursting with insight and clarity."

Saya went red again, sputtering words that have no meaning, in ways that Aurelius cannot understand as she turned away and crossed her arms harshly. "Y-You're an asshole!" She cried out.

Aurelius shook his head again. "Alas, this is what walking does for us." He spread his arms, gesturing out at the grand dunes of Baal Tertius, on the outskirts of what was once Angel Forge. "A great desert, filled with fyck all!"
 
Basically a Primarch Prototype who is pretty much "anyone who is slightly evil must die" this of course means humans too since it believed all humans will eventually turn to Chaos. You know like planet wide genocide for being unworthy of the Emperor's love. Which considering the Imperium did during the Great Crusade, good, no one should want that.
An Angel with limited, if any empathy, obscenely high standards for everyone else, a tendency towards genocidal activities, and could be easily led around by the nose chasing something it wants to kill?

Good thing the Emperor never made another one of those.

On an entirely unrelated note, Lion El'Jonson of the Dark Angels was the "First" Primarch.

Not sure why I brought that up.
 
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Well kind of, though it should be noted that calling what they do atrocities will only have an impact on those Inquisitors who still have some vestige of human empathy. Those who have drunk the koolaide to the dregs will say. 'I have done no evil because I served the Emperor/Mankind'.
The Inquisitor will attempt to say everything they did was a Necessary Evil and then Pandora will immediately and permanently remove them from the thread. :V
 
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They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war I shall forge them. They shall be of iron will and steely sinew. In great armour I shall clad them and with the mightiest weapons shall they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease; no sickness shall blight them. They shall have such tactics, strategies and machines that no foe will best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the defenders of humanity. They are my Space Marines...

"...So why in Sanguinius' name am I stuck behind a desk?" moaned Captain Torvan of the Flesh Tearers, Master of the 3rd Company, Lord Sacrifice and, unbeknownst to him, judged by his Chapter Master, Gabriel Seth, to be worthy of leading a Chapter of his own in the future were another Founding to ever be declared. But he did not seem a Chapter Master right now, sobbing into his palms as he is. "I am a Captain! I command without doubt, lead without hesitation! My hands are for chainswords, not auto-quills!"

"Ahem."

Across the hall from him, the bald visage of Gabriel Seth himself bored a hole deep into Torvan's forehead, such was the intensity of his glare. That he was holding a stylus that looked too small for his armoured fingers was irrelevant, because the Flesh Tearer himself was intimidating enough despite the contrast. "Complain as you like, Torvan, but do it quietly." He gestured widely around, at every one of the Flesh Tearer's Captains similarly labouring with administrative tasks. "We are all suffering here. And you are not helping!"

"But Chapter Master--"

"Your Chapter Master has fifteen hundred more reports to file and only eight days left to write them, so leave him be before he shoves the Blood Reaver through your depths of Cretacia!" His eyes narrowed as he glanced at the report piles adorning the desks of every last one of his Captains. "And somehow I have the smallest pile! Am I surrounded by barely-literate savages? Is the auto-quill too small for your mighty, sword-wielding hands?!"

The Captains, appropriately chastised, lowered their heads and began writing faster. A few of them, closer to Torvan, shot him dirty looks. Torvan himself merely sighed into his palms a second time.

All this, because the Hive World they were defending wasn't conveniently saved by the Lord Regent herself, and now while the Flesh Tearers were combat ineffective from injury and wargear damage, they had to handle the administrative workload of the Baal Sector after Lord Seth offered their assistance 'in any way' to the newly-ascended Lord Commander Dante.

Meanwhile, the Angels Encarmine were probably off crusading somewhere, wetting their blades on traitor blood, because the Lord Regent showed up, lit the sky on fire, killed two Norn Queens for them and terrified the third into fleeing, then left.

"By Sanguinius, some Chapters get all the luck," Torvan grumbled quietly, to the bitter agreement of his fellow Captains.
Am I the only one visualizing them as in part, confined to bed (read: slab) rest due to injuries and forced to do paperwork so that they don't just get bored and try to go out and fight something with a a broken spine?
 
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