Markus Aultellus, Inquisitor of His Holy Ordos, sat alone in his well appointed quarters above his frigate, [i]Wrath Unrelenting[/i], his feet up on his desk reading the same document he had already gone over a dozen times. It was in regards to the most recent conflict on the planet below, one which was in effect finished in large part thanks to the primary subject of the document he now read, Aura James Kalstov. The forces of Chaos seemed to know more than him once again and as always he hated it, he longed for psykers or sorcerers who could read the future or see plans the way theirs could. This lone woman had been so important he was certain now that they had set some sort of trap for her to sacrifice her in a ritual of some kind. Based on her report it seemed like a normal summoning ritual to open a way for daemons to enter the material world but something was off, they should have wanted more than one yet they just wanted her for it. Then there was what she did, it was all impossible, she should have been cut down instantly by those astartes instead she killed them all and ruined their attempts at summoning. He knew she was the key to this, the initial tests had been done and she did not have the signs of a normal psyker but that did not preclude such a thing as he had run into enough oddities among witchkin to understand that she could be Ahriman himself in disguise and he would never know it until something more powerful forced her true form to be revealed.

For now though he was exploring different options he had a piece of parchment next to his feet with all his ideas written out so far with everything from, "Luckiest girl in the Imperium" to "Saint Celestine reborn" though nothing stuck in his head yet. His strongest idea was that she was touched by the Emperor and potentially a future saint. Though not far behind was that she was touched by the warp and that one of the dark gods had some nefarious plan for her to do something like spawn some new warp storm. Either way he had to keep eyes on her for now.

His musings were interrupted by a knocking at his door, with the paranoia indicative of an inquisitor he took his bolt pistol from his desk and prepared to aim it at the door while also throwing himself to the floor. With his other hand he pressed a button under his desk and the door to his room slid aside, a lone stormtrooper took a few steps inside before speaking to the inquisitor, "Sir, we have the subject in interrogation room A1 ready for you."

Relaxing slightly recognizing the trooper he put his feet down but kept the bolt pistol ready under the desk, "Good, I will be there momentarily," placing the document he had been reading on the desk he looked at another with his other primary concerns either daily or of late, the tyranid hybrid had been fed lately with a whole grox given to him and his eldar [i]friend[/i] was had been given a handful of heretical prisoners a few days ago to occupy him since they expected a boon of several more as the clean up on the planet below continued. Standing up he holstered the bolt pistol and grabbed a power sword that had been leaning against his desk securing it to his belt as well. He took a moment to make himself properly presentable for a first impression, he had a bit of scruff on his chin but figured it did not detract too much from his overall appearance, his hair was cut short naturally as you never know when you might have to grapple someone, and as for what he wore his block overcoat emblazoned with the Inquisitorial sigil in gold on both sides over top of a black undershirt and black pants gave him a simple but he figured somewhat intimidating look, exactly what he aimed for.

Striding from the room the stormtrooper followed after him down the corridors to the interrogation room, he then recalled his newest addition to the vessel, "Stormtrooper, find me Interrogator Cassius and tell her I request her presence in interrogation room A1, if she does not know where that is escort her there."

"Yes sir," the stormtrooper promptly broke off from following the inquisitor and went off down another corridor to the interrogator's own luxurious room elsewhere among the VIP berthing.

It took a few minutes of walking to get down to the A-series interrogation rooms which differentiated from the B-series rooms in that they were not against the hull of the ship and able to be vented into space and being meant for cordial interrogation rather than the more, severe, interrogations of the B-series rooms. Still they were unlikely to be considered pleasant by the occupant as the rooms consisted of lone bright glow-globe at the top center of the room, two chairs, and a table. The one Aura was in would be the same as all the others. Approaching room A1 he saw the two stormtroopers who had escorted the guardsman to the room still stood at the door their hellguns ready as they naturally swept the corridor with their eyes behind the helmets of their carapace armor.

"Is she in there?" he asked at the stormtrooper alreay knowing the answer.

"Yes sir, we brought her directly from the Imperial Guard forward base by flyer as per orders." The stormtrooper responded in a crisp military tone.

"Good, if she said anything be sure to file it in your report, also be sure to remember any odd actions she may have taken, I want every detail you can give me after I talk to her,"

"Yes sir,"

With that short exchange done the second stormtrooper opened the door and as expected Aura was already inside. At first he said nothing to her walking directly to the table and placed a datapad on the table facing him, "First I want your name, home planet, and unit, then I want you to tell me exactly what happened down there when you saved the day trooper," he fixed her with a steely glare looking at her with his dark brown eyes, "And if you are wondering who I am, I am Inquisitor Markus Aultellus of His Holy Ordos so be sure you speak plain and true."