Interrogator (40k)

Also, it's kinda weird that he doesn't believe in the Emperor when he has no trouble worshipping the Omnissiah.
To be fair, his "worship" of the Omnissiah is more akin to the prayers and invocations you'd offer the gods of the harvest when nearing autumn, or the gods of sea and wind when travelling by ship. He knows ritual and prayer has tangible effect on reality because machine spirits are real, but he doesn't believe in the Emperor like people believe in God.
 
He knows ritual and prayer has tangible effect on reality because machine spirits are real, but he doesn't believe in the Emperor like people believe in God.
The Emperor is at least as real as machine spirits are. Like, he really does empower the Astronomicon that guides ships across the Warp, really does empower faithful adherents like the Sisters of Battle, worshipping him really does ward off Chaos corruption, etc. I don't see a whole lot of difference between "I pray to the gods of sea and wind because I'm a practical person who wants my ship to not sink" and "I pray to the Emperor because I'm a practical person who doesn't want his soul to be devoured by Chaos," and I would count both of those as "believing in a god" in my book.

In the real world, we normally use "believe in a god" to mean something more along the lines of "agree with the teachings of the god's religion" instead of "agree with the factual proposition that the god exists, has power, and should be worshipped to direct that power favorably" because we don't really expect the factual question to be relevant. But this is 40k, where the gods are definitely real and powerful, so the second sense is the one that matters. And I could just chalk it up to the main character being a 21st-century human who doesn't normally think in those terms, but he almost immediately started worshipping the Omnissiah, so he clearly gets how this world works! (And it's hard to do everyday ritual actions like Tezzeret does without some sort of actual belief to keep your mind focused on it.)

I imagine what he means is something like "the Emperor exists but I don't worship him" or "I believe in the Emperor but think he was wrong about the "purge the mutant" business" (which are reasonable, if dangerous positions for an Interrogator), but it just seems weird for him to say "I don't believe in the Emperor" when he's travelled across the galaxy with the aid of the Emperor's light.
 
I don't see a whole lot of difference between "I pray to the gods of sea and wind because I'm a practical person who wants my ship to not sink" and "I pray to the Emperor because I'm a practical person who doesn't want his soul to be devoured by Chaos," and I would count both of those as "believing in a god" in my book.
Look, there's a difference between having faith in a god and believing them to be real. You can offer prayer to a god without devoting yourself to worship of said god. He offers prayer to the Emperor, but he doesn't believe the Emperor is some almighty, perfect divinity that's always with him and always has a plan for him. The relationship is far more transactional and pragmatic than that. He makes the sign of the Aquila and does all of the religious stuff when there are people around, and I'm sure he'd pray like there was no tomorrow if he was reduced to cowering from demons in a supply closet, but he's never thought, for an instant, that everything will be fine because "The Emperor protects!".

Edit: And I think Hiver meant that ot was this last part he regretted not believing, not the physical reality of the Emperor on the throne.
 
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The trouble with that definition of "belief" is that it implies that the ancient Greeks didn't believe in any gods, because ancient religion was often exactly that sort of transactional thing - "if I am victorious in this battle, I will make an offering at the temple of Athena" and so on. Even the literal Abrahamic God gets treated this way sometimes - when Jacob starts his journey he makes a vow along the lines of "if God keeps me safe on this journey and I return home safely, the Lord will be my God and I will tithe to him." And it seems absurd to say that Jacob didn't believe in God, or that Athenians didn't have faith in Athena. Belief covers a lot of things.
 
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"Okay, everybody knows the plan?" I asked, "We'll go in and check it out, do a full sweep for any of the tech-priests or locals. Out again in thirty minutes."

The howl of the engines of the shuttle was muffled, but still clearly audible. It wasn't our shuttle, it was a Valkyrie requisitioned from the PDF and we had a squad of PDF troopers along as backup.

The Valkyrie came with its own flightcrew, which was likely good because Kim was still busy whipping the cogboys trying to get our shuttle fixed as soon as possible. Apparently things were going well and it should be flight worthy in another week or so.

Better that she got it ready if we needed it. Naria was assisting. It took some deciding, but finally we came up with the idea that getting the shuttle ready was more important than her coming along to liaison with the tech-priests we were looking for.

Darien, Zhivko, Linus and Callan were all coming along and were calmly checking their gear.

"Got it, sir," Darien asked and slapped a powercell into his lasgun, "Check for cogboys."

"I'm not expecting trouble," I told him, "But we should be ready for it anyhow. For all we know the place would be crawling with heretics and that's why they don't answer on coms."

"Two minutes."

The voice came through the speaker on the wall.

"Everybody, get ready!" Darien yelled.

I put on my helmet, giving my own lasgun a final check before I got up and slapped a button to open the door, allowing me to climb onto the small flightdeck and look past the pilot and gunner.

The forest flashed past just below us and I could just about make out the mining compound in the distance, buildings rising out of the forest.

"Any contact yet?" I asked.

"Not so far, sir," the gunner/com officer answered without looking up from his instruments, "I'm not getting any heat from those structures though. The machines have to be shut down."

That wasn't a good sign.

"Bring us around the parameter before we land," I told the pilot.

"Got it," he answered and brought us around, banking around the compound. No sign of life, no movement. All the machines were still, no servitors moving around either.

In fact, I couldn't see any servitors.

"Set us down on the landing pad," I said, "Then dustoff and give overwatch."

"Don't worry, sir, we got your back," the pilot said and then glanced back at me quickly, "Thirty seconds."

I nodded, putting my hand on his shoulder for a second, "I don't doubt it," I told him before I climbed back down, "We're landing, "I told the troops, "The compound looks abandoned, I want a smooth sweep and clear."

Darien nodded and went on to herd the PDF troopers into something approaching a professional disembarking position.

It's funny. The PDF were professional soldiers, but there was such a massive difference of discipline and ability compared to the Imperial Guard I had worked with in the past, yet alone the Inquisitorial Agents I was used to working with.

They seemed to know what they were doing, they were just… sloppy.

Less drilled.

They were actually talking quietly among themselves as they readied their weapons.

Compared to the members of my team...

Zhivko was doing a final check of his powercells and his two grenades. Linus was simply doing a final check of his lasgun. Callan was removing the covers on the sight of his longlass, almost looking bored.
But then again, he always did as far as I could tell.

The floor shifted beneath us and there was a thump as the landing skids settled down. An alarm sounded and the ramp started to quickly lower.

"Go! Go! Go!" Darien yelled and the soldiers stormed down the ramp, lasguns raised and scanning for targets.

I followed them down the ramp, my lasgun resting across my chest as Darien and Zhivko moved to flank me, Callan moving take up the rear.

The pitch of the engines picked up and the ramp started to raise as we walked away and it took back towards the skies.

Darien glanced back, "Callan," he said and nodded towards one of the towers.

Callan nodded, "Got it, Sarge," he agreed and started to jog towards it.

"Let's see if we can find the mechanicus shrine," I said and looked around, "According to the map, it should be in the main building. If there is anybody still here, it should be there."

Darien nodded, "Most likely," he agreed.

With that, we headed towards the double doors leading into the largest building. The doors were open, showing the dark inside of the building, only lit by a handful of lights.

"Power's still on," Zhivko commented as he peered in, his lasgun scanning for targets, "But none of the machines are moving."

"Nothing to process," I answered, "They'd automatically turn off if they don't get any ore. But this is wrong, if they left they would have closed and locked the doors. No way the mechanicus would have left this place open like this."

Darien slowly walked inside, scanning with his gun, "This isn't a mechanicus operation though."

"No, but they had a shrine to the Omnissiah like all places like this," I said, "And they would have at least a novice or two. Something is seriously wrong here. This way."
 
I'm gonna bet on necrons. This is some kind of mining/extraction rig, right? Seems a fair bet that they dug too greedily and too deep, and woke a tomb.
Also, it'd complete the whole 'fucked to the nines' thing going on.
 
"In and out, 20 minute adventure."
Never say that! Thats tweaking Murphy's nose and betting that he doesn't have the balls!
 
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We tried to move as quietly and quickly as we could, but it was not easy with combat boots on the metal floor. But we might as well not have bothered, everything was empty.

No sign of anyone. No bodies, not even any servitors.

"Cogitators are down," I said and knelt down, pulling a cover off to peer inside, "No visible damage, they're getting power. Likely software. Storage looks okay, so might be something with the bootloader."

Reaching in, I felt around between the cables before I grabbed the storage module and tugged it free, slipping it into my pack. Maybe Naria could get something from it later.

"Whatever that means," Linus said and felt the incense burner on the shrine to the Omnissiah, "Cold. Been at least a couple of days since anyone was here. This reminds you of something, sir?"

"Sadly yes," I agreed and got back onto my feet, "Last time I saw a place picked this clean, the next day I was neck deep in 'nids. But it doesn't make sense. The place is full of biomatter, they would have been picking the forests clean if they were starting to snack on the locals like this."

If a small swarm had arrived on planet, they only acted like this to carefully build forces. But if they were carefully building forces on a planet mostly covered with forests, they wouldn't be going after people in the first place. They'd be eating animals and plants, massing numbers and then go after the people.

This… this didn't fit. It didn't work with their normal pattern. I don't like things that don't match patterns.

"This is Tezzeret to all teams," I said and touched my combead, "Report in by teams. Has anyone seen any weapon damage or any sign of the locals?"

"Team one, no sign."

"Team two, nothing so far sir."

"Team four, we got nothing. It's like they all just left."

I waited a second, "Team three, report."

Silence. Static.

"Team three, I say again, report in."

Static.

I looked to Darien, "Team three was at the entrance of the mine, weren't they?" I asked him.

"Confirmed," He agreed and touched his own combead, "Callan, do you have eyes on the mineshaft?"

"I have eyes on," Callan agreed, "No movement since team three went inside."

"They fracking went inside!?" Darien said and then took a moment to run his hand down his face, "PDF!"

When he said it, it sounded a lot like a curse.

A second later he touched his combead again, "All teams converge on the entrance of the mine. Do not enter. I fracking repeat, do not enter!"

I was tempted to just pull out and call in an airstrike on the place, but we needed to know what was going on.

Picking my lasgun up from where I had put it down on the cogitator, I turned towards the door, "Well, I know where we're going next. Callan, let me know if you get anything."

"Acknowledged, Interrogator."

We made our way out from the refinery and out into the open air again, heading towards the entrance of the mine. Everybody else beat us there and there were twelve lasguns aimed at the door.

"Team one take the lead," Darien said, "Sweep and clear. Team four, remain here, cover our retreat."

I walked up to the door, "Everybody stay alert and don't shoot unless you have a target, our men may still be in there."

There was a possibility that there was something else in there too. With tyranids of the list… and with heretics on the planet…

Could be Chaos bullshit. Warpcraft or even demons.

"If anybody smells ozone, report at once," I said, "And then retreat. Do not engage."

"Understood, Interrogator."

With that, I pulled the door open and they walked in, sweeping with their guns, covering the angles. I waited a second before I followed along with Darien, Zhivko and the three guys in team two.

The first room wasn't much more than a long room to a big hole in the ground going down at a forty-five degree angle downwards. There was a lift of some sort, but it was missing. But there were stairs towards the left of the passage downwards.

"How do they get the ore up?" one of the PDF asked as he looked down into the darkness.

I walked up next to him, pulling a chemical light stick from my belt and giving it a shake, the bright blue glow shining as I tossed it down the incline, "Not here," I answered him, "They have a separate lift for that in the refinery. A belt that goes all the way down, this is for moving people, equipment and servitors."

The light jumped and rolled down into the darkness, showing the smooth stone tunnel as it disappeared into the distance.

"Any chance of getting that lift going, sir?" Darien asked as he joined us, aiming down into the darkness.

"No power," I said and shook my head, "And if it follows the general layout of these things, the generators are at the bottom. Might be able to cross connect with the rest of the base's power, but that'd need an actual Enginseer," I said and turned to look at them, "We're walking. Team four, move inside, cover the mineshaft in case we need covering fire."

I heard a small groan from the PDF trooper next to me.

And as I looked down as the stairs reached down into the darkness, I couldn't help but agree with him. Not only was it a bad tactical position, but it was going to suck hard.

"Hey, chin up," I told him with a small smile, "Once down, I can get the power going and we can ride up again. Up is way worse than down."

I was more right than I knew.

The way up was way worse than the way down.
 
Necron, Deldar slaver, or nids if they were rolling through which wouldve been obvious by this point.

That said the author could also dick us over with either a canon or OC minor xenos faction, of which there are many.
He could. We could get something like Yu'vagh, which would be nasty.

But so far it ticks of all the check marks for Necrons.
Weapons that "Dissolve".
We got a mine that Cogboys got interested in and that has been emptied of any Sapient life.
 
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It's impossible for sixteen people to move quietly, especially down metal stairs lit only by luminators.

But everybody did their best and so far at least, nobody had tripped and fallen down the incline next to the narrow stairs. I'd take that as a win.

"Sir?" the trooper behind me asked quietly, "How did team three get down here? With the power out?"

"No idea," I whispered in return, "What's your name, trooper?"

"Jargen, sir. Private Jargen."

"Don't you worry, Jargen," I said, "We're not an assault team, we're just here to figure out what's happened. Once we know, we pull back."

"Yes, sir."

And depending on what we find, or not find, call in some assistance from the orbiting warships. It wasn't much, the biggest they had was a single light cruiser, but even a light cruiser's lance batteries could do some serious damage.

Some ten minutes later we reached the bottom of the access shaft and stepped down onto the stony floor of the mine.

No sign of anyone, no sign of weapons fire.

That more than anything bothered me badly. Even if something jumped them, at least somebody had been bound to at least get some shots off.

I ran my luminator beam around the chamber that led off in four directions from here, each with a track in the floor.

Empty. Nothing and nobody.

Fuck.

Okay, almost nothing, the power generator was towards one side of the chamber like I had suspected. Turning that on would make things easier… and possibly shake loose anything trying to hide.

Sometimes the best you could do was to shake the bushes and see what tried to eat your face.

Not exactly my favorite method, but you do what you must.

As Darien directed the troops into positions of cover around the chamber, I crossed over to the generator before walking around it towards the controls before I stopped.

The controls were fucked. It looked like somebody had ripped them apart with massive swords or something, cutting straight through the metal and plastic.

Linus walked up to join me, his lasgun resting across his chest as he looked at the controls before he bent down and looked at a metal fragment, "I've seen this before, sir. Looks like a powerweapon did this."

"It does," I agreed, "Cut straight through the metal, no tearing. But that makes even less sense than anything else."

I didn't like this. I didn't like this at all. We knew way too little about what was going on here.

"Interrogator! Look!" a voice called out, echoing through the chamber and I turned to see one of the troopers hold up a lasgun power pack, "It was just inside one of the tunnels!"

"Good job," I said, giving him a nod as I walked up and took it, turning it over. Just a standard las powerpack. Full too.

Putting it away, I looked towards the rest, "Team two, Linus, you stay here and watch our backs. Everybody else, with me. Let's go see what we can find."

And if it turns out the idiots had just wandered off exploring, I'm going to shoot them.

Non-lethally so it'll hurt more.

Everybody stacked up at the mouth of the narrow tunnel, barely two meters wide and then we started to move down it as quietly as we could.

"Sir," Jargen said from his lead position, kneeling down and shining his luminator down at the ground, "Look. Blood."

"Old blood," I said, "It's dried. Weeks old."

A lot of it too, it looked like several liters of it. Too much to survive.

Attack? Sign of the miners? Mining accident?

"Let's continue on," I then added, "Move out."

I wished badly I still had my little servo-skull. I could have sent it ahead and scouted for dangers. I should look to procure a new one as soon as I possibly can.

We continued on into a larger chamber some ten minutes later, having passed by a dozen side passages on the way.

"By the Emperor," one of the troops gasped, quickly doing the sign of the aquila.

I couldn't blame him as my eyes fell on the grizzly sight. We had found the miners. They had all been heaped into a pile of rotting flesh in the middle of the chamber. The miasma filled the air, not having spread much outside in the still air of the tunnels.

Our missing troopers were with them, one seemingly cut in half, the others with limbs or heads missing, all of them having been tossed onto the pile. No. Not tossed onto the pile… arranged.

So not wandering off then.

Taking a deep breath, I risked walking closer to the mountain of rotting flesh doing my best to resist throwing up, careful not to step in any fluids. This seemed like a very Nurgle thing to do, but that didn't fit either.

This was not the actions of Nurgle cultists. No symbols, the bodies wouldn't be down here, they would be up on the surface.

Where were the symbols? The declarations?

The cultists?

Despite what the first glance indicated… This was not the work of chaos. At one point I thought about the Tau, we weren't far from their enclave after all..

But this was not their thing either. Fuck, even Orks didn't do this, it was way to organized for Orks. if it had been Orks, there would have been weapons damage all over the place as well.

Their wounds looked like they could have been made by the same weapons that destroyed the power generator.

I backed away so I could risk breathing again. Not chaos, Not Tau. Not Orks. I was suddenly getting a very strong and sudden sinking feeling.

Could it… no. Surely not…

This world had been populated for many thousands of years and there had been no reports of-

Sparkle. Inte- Pop. Sparkle.

I raised my hand to my combead, "Say again," I said, "This is Tezzeret, say again."

Damn, too much damn rock in the way.

Sparkle.
The sound of lasfire -co- -walls! Emp-AGH-!"

The signal went quiet.

"Linus!" I said firmly, "Please say again!"

Silence.

I looked towards the tunnel we came from. Whatever it was that was in here was still here… and between us and the exit.
 
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