Interrogator (40k)
- Thread starter Hiver
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- Tags
- warhammer 40k self insert
- Location
- Washington DC
Maybe I'm jumping at shadows, but did the MC just use Worm as the inspiration for his fictional backstory? Because if so, that has... implications.
Crazael
Rehydrated Demon King
- Location
- Lost to the vagaries of time.
"My daughter is being bullied, but i cant afford to send her to a better school" isnt exactly a complicated or unique backstory.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
He's a self-insert. It could just be inspiration.
The Inquisitor's Quarters aboard the Edge of Fury overlooked the planet below, thin clouds moving over the blue and brown marble, the sun setting in the distance behind it but the material of the windows filtered out most of the glare.
I crossed my arms, frowning as I watched a light of a shuttle or small ship transport move past below, a streak of fire forming across the sky below. With some luck, the information I got on the dataslate combined with that name, it will be possible to break up the smuggling organization and stop this world from being corrupted and brought into the Tau empire.
Personally… I had never met a Tau. But as it came to Xenos, there were worse ones. But even then I think being under the heel of somebody, it's likely better that it's a human than an alien.
Marginally at least.
...Very marginally depending on the world in question.
Or not in some cases. Some worlds I didn't actually blame for going to the Tau side of things, some planetary governours were just evil.
The door opened behind me and I half turned to look as Aurelius walked inside. He was wearing what passed for civilian clothing for him. Which meant he only looked incredibly rich instead of like the rare example of a planetary governor with good taste. He was wearing a cloak for crying out loud!
"Inquisitor," I said and turned fully in his direction, giving him a nod.
"Tezzeret," he said in turn with a smile as he walked out to look out over the planet, "I heard your mission went well."
"Well enough," I agreed, "Found and disabled the target, recovered information. I handed the dataslate over to Imago for analysis. I also was able to extract a name from the second captive, the likely storage and distributor of the weapons. Do you want the full report?"
He shook his head, "I'll read it later," he said and let his breath out, "We have a different problem."
"Just one? That's different."
He grinned at that, "That would be a nice change, wouldn't it?" before he shook his head, "I need somebody to take a team to the Saigel system."
"Saigel system? Never heard of it."
Aurelius nodded, "I have a contact there. Her last message indicated that she thought that something was going on."
"Anything more specific?"
"Her actual message was even shorter. And it came in seven months ago, nothing since. I have been unable to reach her. Her name is Amelia Dornez, she's a troubleshooter I hired a number of times during the years and in turn, she alerts me when she finds something unusual. It's not like her not to follow up."
"Well… fuck."
He smiled a bit and then nodded, "So I'm sending you."
"Okay, I'll get packed. Who's borrowing me?"
He grinned, "You're misunderstanding, I'm sending you with a team. Not you, in a team."
I looked at him in surprise, "What?"
"You can handle it."
"And everyone else is busy," I said, smiling wryly.
Aurelius chuckled and shook his head, "Not quite. But you really are my best pick for this right now. I need you to go and find out what happened and what's going on and then report back."
Oh, bollocks. That's not good, this job was hilariously dangerous enough with a full team.
"You mentioned a team?"
He nodded, "Reinforcement from the regional headquarters just arrived on planet, I'm giving you the pick of them. Some of our regular personnel as well if I can spare them."
I slowly nodded, frowning at the window.
Going somewhere likely dangerous with unknown people at my back, unknown dangers before me and everything could go straight to Warp at a moment's notice.
I didn't like this. I didn't like this at all.
But not like I had a choice in the matter here. I felt like swearing. Instead I nodded again, "Authorization?"
"I'm sending you with my sigil and an Inquisitorial authorization. But I don't want you to need either," he said, "I want this quiet if at all possible."
"So I'm guessing no asking to borrow the Edge of Fury then?"
"Commercial transport only I'm afraid."
I nodded and tapped my finger against my forearm as I thought before I slowly nodded, "I want Teres."
"I need him here, I'm afraid."
"Not for the mission. For selecting the combat troops," I said, "I wouldn't be able to tell one star filled personal folder from another. They wouldn't have been recruited by the Inquisition if they weren't good at what they did, I want him to help filter out the outstanding from the just great, I can't do that."
"You got him for that."
"Thanks. Other information? Local resources?"
"All uploaded to your console already," Aurelius said and sighed as he walked to pick up a small metal box about the side of a hand, "Tezzeret, if I didn't think you could do this, I would not send you. It needs to be done, I'm not wasting valuable resources needlessly. I need you here too, but I need you there more. Besides, it's just a fact finding mission. See if you can locate the asset and send back what's going on."
"I know. I'll get it done."
I had no idea how, however.
He returned to me, turning it around and opened it to reveal an Interrogator rank Inquisitorial Rosette.
"I'm certain that you will. Interrogator."
I crossed my arms, frowning as I watched a light of a shuttle or small ship transport move past below, a streak of fire forming across the sky below. With some luck, the information I got on the dataslate combined with that name, it will be possible to break up the smuggling organization and stop this world from being corrupted and brought into the Tau empire.
Personally… I had never met a Tau. But as it came to Xenos, there were worse ones. But even then I think being under the heel of somebody, it's likely better that it's a human than an alien.
Marginally at least.
...Very marginally depending on the world in question.
Or not in some cases. Some worlds I didn't actually blame for going to the Tau side of things, some planetary governours were just evil.
The door opened behind me and I half turned to look as Aurelius walked inside. He was wearing what passed for civilian clothing for him. Which meant he only looked incredibly rich instead of like the rare example of a planetary governor with good taste. He was wearing a cloak for crying out loud!
"Inquisitor," I said and turned fully in his direction, giving him a nod.
"Tezzeret," he said in turn with a smile as he walked out to look out over the planet, "I heard your mission went well."
"Well enough," I agreed, "Found and disabled the target, recovered information. I handed the dataslate over to Imago for analysis. I also was able to extract a name from the second captive, the likely storage and distributor of the weapons. Do you want the full report?"
He shook his head, "I'll read it later," he said and let his breath out, "We have a different problem."
"Just one? That's different."
He grinned at that, "That would be a nice change, wouldn't it?" before he shook his head, "I need somebody to take a team to the Saigel system."
"Saigel system? Never heard of it."
Aurelius nodded, "I have a contact there. Her last message indicated that she thought that something was going on."
"Anything more specific?"
"Her actual message was even shorter. And it came in seven months ago, nothing since. I have been unable to reach her. Her name is Amelia Dornez, she's a troubleshooter I hired a number of times during the years and in turn, she alerts me when she finds something unusual. It's not like her not to follow up."
"Well… fuck."
He smiled a bit and then nodded, "So I'm sending you."
"Okay, I'll get packed. Who's borrowing me?"
He grinned, "You're misunderstanding, I'm sending you with a team. Not you, in a team."
I looked at him in surprise, "What?"
"You can handle it."
"And everyone else is busy," I said, smiling wryly.
Aurelius chuckled and shook his head, "Not quite. But you really are my best pick for this right now. I need you to go and find out what happened and what's going on and then report back."
Oh, bollocks. That's not good, this job was hilariously dangerous enough with a full team.
"You mentioned a team?"
He nodded, "Reinforcement from the regional headquarters just arrived on planet, I'm giving you the pick of them. Some of our regular personnel as well if I can spare them."
I slowly nodded, frowning at the window.
Going somewhere likely dangerous with unknown people at my back, unknown dangers before me and everything could go straight to Warp at a moment's notice.
I didn't like this. I didn't like this at all.
But not like I had a choice in the matter here. I felt like swearing. Instead I nodded again, "Authorization?"
"I'm sending you with my sigil and an Inquisitorial authorization. But I don't want you to need either," he said, "I want this quiet if at all possible."
"So I'm guessing no asking to borrow the Edge of Fury then?"
"Commercial transport only I'm afraid."
I nodded and tapped my finger against my forearm as I thought before I slowly nodded, "I want Teres."
"I need him here, I'm afraid."
"Not for the mission. For selecting the combat troops," I said, "I wouldn't be able to tell one star filled personal folder from another. They wouldn't have been recruited by the Inquisition if they weren't good at what they did, I want him to help filter out the outstanding from the just great, I can't do that."
"You got him for that."
"Thanks. Other information? Local resources?"
"All uploaded to your console already," Aurelius said and sighed as he walked to pick up a small metal box about the side of a hand, "Tezzeret, if I didn't think you could do this, I would not send you. It needs to be done, I'm not wasting valuable resources needlessly. I need you here too, but I need you there more. Besides, it's just a fact finding mission. See if you can locate the asset and send back what's going on."
"I know. I'll get it done."
I had no idea how, however.
He returned to me, turning it around and opened it to reveal an Interrogator rank Inquisitorial Rosette.
"I'm certain that you will. Interrogator."
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
Only factually, I expect.
- Location
- Somewhere North of south
I take it Tezzeret already knows it's gonna end up as more than a fact-finding mission.
- Location
- Washington DC
He's not stupid and he knows he's in the 40k universe. He almost certainly knows something horrible is going to happen, because it always does there.
TheExChipmunk
URoRRuRuRRoR`Ru`R
- Location
- Jundland Wastes, Tatooine
Oh god I hope not. I would love for that shitshow to happen.
Sadly, Tezzeret seems actually competent at investigating and the All Guardsmen Party never gets a normal, competent Interrogator.
(Well, the Rupert was competent, but also quirky.)
Iridium Flare
Cyborg Commando
- Location
- AC-130 Gunship circling overhead
If they do, the mission has well and truly gone above and beyond FUBAR.
- Location
- United States
Murphy' Law perks up, then bursts through the forth wall like a koolaid man, "Here's Murphy!"
Only thing worse he could have said was "what's the worse that can happen," "It can't be any worse than the last time," or the doozy of them all, "don't worry, its a quiet place."
Guardsman_Sparky
The Clueless Wonder
- Location
- Virginia
One of these days, a fact-finding mission will stay a fact finding mission, and nothing will go wrong start to finish.
The paranoia will be legendary.
Crazael
Rehydrated Demon King
- Location
- Lost to the vagaries of time.
And, to help feed the paranoia, there will constantly be hints at something deeper that never turn out to be either nothing at all, or some small tangential thing no one would have ever noticed.
- Location
- Reading, Berks, UK
He's in the Inquisition. He's well aware that the type of facts they exist to find are usually horrifying and dangerous to body or soul.
Tezzaret appears to be quite good at the secret bit of the inquisition's role. Unlike Aurelius who might have problems toning himself down to the point that he could disguise himself as a Rogue Trader.
Inquisitor:
"All these subtle hints that don't lead anywhere...there must be some deep, heretical plot behind it all! But what is it? What is it?!"
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Elsewhere in a Tzeentchian Cult hideout:
"Operation: Troll The Inquisitor For Tzeentch is going smoothly, my Lord."
"Excellent. Now remember the next stage of the plan; secretly steal all the Inquisitor's underclothing tonight while he's asleep, and replace it with identical, but slightly smaller copies! Mwhahahaha!"
Rajvik_wolfboy
Wolf amongst the stars.
- Location
- Florida
yeah, this is the 40K equivalent of a shadowrun fixer saying, "Its a milk run" Murphy isn't just perking up, he's sharpening that damn knife of his and this is going to hurt, bad.
he is all grown up, but seriously though he's spent long enough to reach the rank of Interrogator in 40k he is now actuality a dangerous individual, a legit scary Inquisition person.
I leaned back in my seat, frowning at my datapad for a second. What Aurelius was thinking in giving me this mission I had no idea, but if I and my future team would survive it, doing the homework was the order of the day.
Sadly there wasn't much to go on. The Saigel system was a moderately populated Feral world… well, on the limit of being a Feral world anyway. The locals - other than some specific technologies such as Las weapons for the PDF - seemed to be around the tech level of steam engines and very limited electricity with some offworld tech mixed in.
Nothing specifically interesting about the world in question either, it was a bog standard Imperial world, their biggest export was fish, Imperial Guard recruits and some sort of local bean used for a vanilla substitute. They weren't an agri world, but they just didn't have anything else anybody wanted. At least not enough to ship it across the interstellar void at scale.
With a population of just over a billion, it was a fairly small world in an uninteresting part of the galaxy. Exactly what Aurelius' contact thought might be going on there, I had no idea.
Could be literally anything from nothing to a full on Ork Waaaagh.
Glancing up as Teres led a group of new guard troops into the room, I then turned back to my dataslate. New troops to replace losses from the last mission.
Wonder how many will need to be replaced next time. Who would have thought a void station would be infested with nids anyway, nothing to eat there.
Well, until we arrived anyway.
Fucking bughunt.
"Who's the administratum drone?" one of them said, one of the large specimens of mud pounders. I sipped my tea, pretending I didn't hear him as I studied my dataslate.
"That," Lieutenant Teres said, "Is Interrogator Tezzeret and easily one of the most dangerous people on this ship. If you're lucky, he'll pick you for his team. Now move out, we need to get you worthless apes loaded up! Move it!"
I suppressed a small smile behind my cup. Teres messing with the new guys. I remember him doing the same to me… well… maybe not the same, but he did seem to enjoy running me into the ground when he could.
Putting the dataslate down, I picked up the next.
Well, with no way of knowing exactly what kind of mess I was walking into, I'd need a balanced team leaning towards being able to handle themselves.
Tech-Adept Naria Neard. She'll work. Not quite to Imago's level of things, but quite skilled. She was the one to put the augmetics in my head after all. She did well during the second to last mission too. Couldn't blend in well, she had heavy augments even for a tech-priest, but she was very skilled.
She's in.
As for the security, we'll see what Teres manages to shake loose in the new bunch. Will I need a Psyker? Maybe. I didn't like the idea, they were freaky and quite frankly I trusted them about as far as I could throw them.
Might still need one though. They were really handy in a pinch even if most of the time they were rambling madmen. I'd prefer an astropath to be able to send reports, but we were already short staffed on astropaths.
I doubt I'd be able to borrow one.
Dorian.
Yeah, Dorian might work. He was creepy, but he was mostly quiet and above all, he was professional and relatively sane. As close as a Psyker got anyway. Dorian then.
Psyker, Tech-Adept… security… some troubleshooters.
Pilot. Having a shuttle should make things easier, allowing us to move around at will.
Who would be a good pick?
I scrolled through the tablet for a second. Kim. Kim Weaver was good; former navy lightning pilot, she was an ace. Worked with her before. How somebody could put a heavy transport shuttle down on the pin of a needle while still being unable to hit the broadside of a battleship with a lasgun, I'd never know, but she was one hell of a pilot.
Should be able to get us out of a tight pinch.
Making my selection, I put the slate down and sipped my tea as I leaned back, looking up towards the ceiling.
I'd like a Savant as well for obvious reasons, but they didn't exactly grow on trees even in the Inquisition and I doubt Aurelius would allow me to borrow Cariel.
Well, nothing to do about it.
Putting my cup down, I put my dataslates away and headed down towards the hangar. Knowing Kim, she would be yelling at some poor tech-priest about something about her gunship.
As it turned out, I wasn't far off.
"I don't care that it's according to spec! The moment you hit atmosphere, there is a vibration from the left wing!"
"According to the machine-spirit, there is no malfunc-"
"I'll show you a malfunction you, you pile-"
"Kim?" I asked as I got close enough to see her waving a wrench in the face of a somewhat disturbed looking tech-priest.
Despite the fact that he was towering over her.
She was a very petite woman with a shaved head, a flight implant on the back of her head. She looked like she weighed about sixty kilos even wearing her flightsuit and gear, but she was very compact and I knew from experience that she could pack a punch when she wanted to. Especially with her augmetic left hand.
Kim had a temper.
She paused and looked over to me, "Tezzeret?" she asked and lowered the wrench, causing the tech-priest to strike a quick retreat away from her, "I heard you got a promotion. Congratulations."
"Thanks," I said and nodded as I crossed over to her, "Problems?"
"Nothing serious."
I nodded and then smiled at her, "I have been asked to pick a team for a mission," I said, "Congratulations, you're volunteered."
"Awesome," she sighed and rested the heavy wrench against her shoulder, "What's the mission?"
"I have absolutely no idea yet."
"I see. One of those," she sighed and looked towards her gunship, "Can I bring her?"
"Doubtful. We're going low profile. But I'll see if I can swing the Pure Heart."
The Pure Heart was a medium sized civilian shuttle with guns strapped to it. Way easier to sneak around in than an outright gunship, while still having firepower when needed. It had souped up engines, but defenses were limited.
"I can work with that."
Sadly there wasn't much to go on. The Saigel system was a moderately populated Feral world… well, on the limit of being a Feral world anyway. The locals - other than some specific technologies such as Las weapons for the PDF - seemed to be around the tech level of steam engines and very limited electricity with some offworld tech mixed in.
Nothing specifically interesting about the world in question either, it was a bog standard Imperial world, their biggest export was fish, Imperial Guard recruits and some sort of local bean used for a vanilla substitute. They weren't an agri world, but they just didn't have anything else anybody wanted. At least not enough to ship it across the interstellar void at scale.
With a population of just over a billion, it was a fairly small world in an uninteresting part of the galaxy. Exactly what Aurelius' contact thought might be going on there, I had no idea.
Could be literally anything from nothing to a full on Ork Waaaagh.
Glancing up as Teres led a group of new guard troops into the room, I then turned back to my dataslate. New troops to replace losses from the last mission.
Wonder how many will need to be replaced next time. Who would have thought a void station would be infested with nids anyway, nothing to eat there.
Well, until we arrived anyway.
Fucking bughunt.
"Who's the administratum drone?" one of them said, one of the large specimens of mud pounders. I sipped my tea, pretending I didn't hear him as I studied my dataslate.
"That," Lieutenant Teres said, "Is Interrogator Tezzeret and easily one of the most dangerous people on this ship. If you're lucky, he'll pick you for his team. Now move out, we need to get you worthless apes loaded up! Move it!"
I suppressed a small smile behind my cup. Teres messing with the new guys. I remember him doing the same to me… well… maybe not the same, but he did seem to enjoy running me into the ground when he could.
Putting the dataslate down, I picked up the next.
Well, with no way of knowing exactly what kind of mess I was walking into, I'd need a balanced team leaning towards being able to handle themselves.
Tech-Adept Naria Neard. She'll work. Not quite to Imago's level of things, but quite skilled. She was the one to put the augmetics in my head after all. She did well during the second to last mission too. Couldn't blend in well, she had heavy augments even for a tech-priest, but she was very skilled.
She's in.
As for the security, we'll see what Teres manages to shake loose in the new bunch. Will I need a Psyker? Maybe. I didn't like the idea, they were freaky and quite frankly I trusted them about as far as I could throw them.
Might still need one though. They were really handy in a pinch even if most of the time they were rambling madmen. I'd prefer an astropath to be able to send reports, but we were already short staffed on astropaths.
I doubt I'd be able to borrow one.
Dorian.
Yeah, Dorian might work. He was creepy, but he was mostly quiet and above all, he was professional and relatively sane. As close as a Psyker got anyway. Dorian then.
Psyker, Tech-Adept… security… some troubleshooters.
Pilot. Having a shuttle should make things easier, allowing us to move around at will.
Who would be a good pick?
I scrolled through the tablet for a second. Kim. Kim Weaver was good; former navy lightning pilot, she was an ace. Worked with her before. How somebody could put a heavy transport shuttle down on the pin of a needle while still being unable to hit the broadside of a battleship with a lasgun, I'd never know, but she was one hell of a pilot.
Should be able to get us out of a tight pinch.
Making my selection, I put the slate down and sipped my tea as I leaned back, looking up towards the ceiling.
I'd like a Savant as well for obvious reasons, but they didn't exactly grow on trees even in the Inquisition and I doubt Aurelius would allow me to borrow Cariel.
Well, nothing to do about it.
Putting my cup down, I put my dataslates away and headed down towards the hangar. Knowing Kim, she would be yelling at some poor tech-priest about something about her gunship.
As it turned out, I wasn't far off.
"I don't care that it's according to spec! The moment you hit atmosphere, there is a vibration from the left wing!"
"According to the machine-spirit, there is no malfunc-"
"I'll show you a malfunction you, you pile-"
"Kim?" I asked as I got close enough to see her waving a wrench in the face of a somewhat disturbed looking tech-priest.
Despite the fact that he was towering over her.
She was a very petite woman with a shaved head, a flight implant on the back of her head. She looked like she weighed about sixty kilos even wearing her flightsuit and gear, but she was very compact and I knew from experience that she could pack a punch when she wanted to. Especially with her augmetic left hand.
Kim had a temper.
She paused and looked over to me, "Tezzeret?" she asked and lowered the wrench, causing the tech-priest to strike a quick retreat away from her, "I heard you got a promotion. Congratulations."
"Thanks," I said and nodded as I crossed over to her, "Problems?"
"Nothing serious."
I nodded and then smiled at her, "I have been asked to pick a team for a mission," I said, "Congratulations, you're volunteered."
"Awesome," she sighed and rested the heavy wrench against her shoulder, "What's the mission?"
"I have absolutely no idea yet."
"I see. One of those," she sighed and looked towards her gunship, "Can I bring her?"
"Doubtful. We're going low profile. But I'll see if I can swing the Pure Heart."
The Pure Heart was a medium sized civilian shuttle with guns strapped to it. Way easier to sneak around in than an outright gunship, while still having firepower when needed. It had souped up engines, but defenses were limited.
"I can work with that."
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Unfortunately, he probably can't. "Low profile mission" and all that.
Mr. Cloak
Orchestrator of Paradoxical Apocalypse
- Pronouns
- I
BRING IT ANYWAY.
It's like that ONE TIME you leave your charging cable at home- it's the one time you end up needing it.
Tranquil Zebra
Equid of Peerless Tranquility
- Location
- Norway
Yeah, didn't this story start in medias res, with Tezzeret about to be eaten by a 'nid and stumbling over a kroot? And now they are finding 'nids in unexpected places as they are dealing with Tau subversion...
- Location
- Planet Earth
So... The MC clearly had SOME knowledge of 40K. But it kinda got glossed over. So like, did they ever bother going over what all the MC actually knew? Cuz I am pretty sure if he was even remotely more that passingly familiar with the setting, as he had appeared to be, then he should have all kinds of invaluable intel that the Imperium would want. Info on the C'Tan, on the Necrons, on the Tyranids, Chaos, Xenos, even info on the Emperor.
Like locations of C'Tan Shards, their actual history, the history of the War on Heaven, the origins of the Eldar, the Chaos Gods, the Orks, possibilities about how they MIGHT help/heal the emperor, or at least repair his throne. Heck even just warning people about the MASSIVE amount of Tyranids moving towards the Galaxy that the current ones are just the "feelers" for, things like that.
Like locations of C'Tan Shards, their actual history, the history of the War on Heaven, the origins of the Eldar, the Chaos Gods, the Orks, possibilities about how they MIGHT help/heal the emperor, or at least repair his throne. Heck even just warning people about the MASSIVE amount of Tyranids moving towards the Galaxy that the current ones are just the "feelers" for, things like that.