Post by MagusKariusPrelune on Sept 6, 2004 15:13:46 GMT -5
Originally posted by Inquisitor Rosseverstein
2 years ago exactly
Inquisitor rosseverstein stood with his small retinue of men on their small thunderhawk gunship. Rosseverstein left the rest, and twisted the wheel door on the steel interrogation room. there sat the head of the traitor, DeRol. "What do you want, inquissitor?" it asked seethingly. the light was dim in the room, and it turned to black as Rosseverstein slammed shut the door. the *CLANG* reverberated around the dingy room for a few seconds before silence prevailed once more. a plane of light coming from a tiny crack of the door drew across Rosseverstein's face, making it barely visible. "I have made my desicion," he said quitely. DeRol smiled visibly. the inquisitor was weaker than he originally thought. "Oh yes, master?" Rosseverstein smiled. DeRol's feelings sunk as his mechanics told him that the smile was not one that would trigger happiness for him. "don't flatter me, traitor. I would like to ask you a question." DeRol looked to Rosseverstein, confused. "and what would that be, my lord?" Rosseverstein leaned closer from the hard steel 'bench' he was sat on. "Where would you like to go, DeRol? Where would you like to be broken? You have a choice of many places." De Rol's face looked that of anger and terror, through the many mechanics that shadowed his former self. The fact that this thing was once a man, like Rosseverstein, or any other man, were apparent now, the fear, the anger, the anxiety showing through the mask. "Don't take me to research, master. I beg you."
"It's not a matter of if or when, but where. Which research station is it gonna be, and don't say the adeptus mechanicus. we've never captured a live mechanicus traitor before..." DeRol's screams of frustration could be heard all across the thunderhawk.
HA! Rehabilitation! Its just a nice word for brainwashing!:-Mark Soladis
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"HOLD STILL, YA CRETIN! THIS ll TEACH YA TA STAY AWAY FROM MA BOY!" :-Marks Soladis' mother
2 years ago exactly
Inquisitor rosseverstein stood with his small retinue of men on their small thunderhawk gunship. Rosseverstein left the rest, and twisted the wheel door on the steel interrogation room. there sat the head of the traitor, DeRol. "What do you want, inquissitor?" it asked seethingly. the light was dim in the room, and it turned to black as Rosseverstein slammed shut the door. the *CLANG* reverberated around the dingy room for a few seconds before silence prevailed once more. a plane of light coming from a tiny crack of the door drew across Rosseverstein's face, making it barely visible. "I have made my desicion," he said quitely. DeRol smiled visibly. the inquisitor was weaker than he originally thought. "Oh yes, master?" Rosseverstein smiled. DeRol's feelings sunk as his mechanics told him that the smile was not one that would trigger happiness for him. "don't flatter me, traitor. I would like to ask you a question." DeRol looked to Rosseverstein, confused. "and what would that be, my lord?" Rosseverstein leaned closer from the hard steel 'bench' he was sat on. "Where would you like to go, DeRol? Where would you like to be broken? You have a choice of many places." De Rol's face looked that of anger and terror, through the many mechanics that shadowed his former self. The fact that this thing was once a man, like Rosseverstein, or any other man, were apparent now, the fear, the anger, the anxiety showing through the mask. "Don't take me to research, master. I beg you."
"It's not a matter of if or when, but where. Which research station is it gonna be, and don't say the adeptus mechanicus. we've never captured a live mechanicus traitor before..." DeRol's screams of frustration could be heard all across the thunderhawk.
HA! Rehabilitation! Its just a nice word for brainwashing!:-Mark Soladis
**
"HOLD STILL, YA CRETIN! THIS ll TEACH YA TA STAY AWAY FROM MA BOY!" :-Marks Soladis' mother