[hider=Log 001][i]"Log Number 1 of the new mission. Or whatever the hell it is I'm supposed to be on. You are recording, aren't you? Right, right. Now, let's see. To sum up everything, I was doing something I wasn't quite supposed to be doing, you and I both know what it was, and it would be stupid to go into any detail on it. Regardless, he died, I lived, and now I'm serving some Inquisitor who works outside of the Ordos, and no one has decided to tell me a fucking thing.

Pardon my language, but holy shit this kind of stuff pisses me off. I thought being part of the Inquisition meant that you got told just about everything, and here I am in the dark. Seriously, just what the hell?

Tch, anyways, I'll be keeping up with these as we go, putting in little things every now and then. Have a feeling that one of these days I'll say something important without knowing it and someone will glance over the logs and find it themselves. Course, I'll probably kill 'em if they go through these without my permission. If you're listening to these, take good care of that last bit, cause I'll come back from the dead and beat your ass into the ground."[/i][/hider]

A knock on the door interrupted the voice before it could continue, and with a quick "End Log 001" the recording quit. Interrogator Anna Cassius of the Ordo Malleus sat in a high backed chair, staring into the eyes of a psyber-raven, the robotic black bird tilting its head as the knock sounded once more. The woman's eyes narrowed and glanced to the side, and her hand wrapped around the barrel of the hellrifle that rested against the desk. Slowly standing, she readied the gun, resting the barrel atop the back of the chair. With a small gesture, the psyber-raven flew onto the Interrogator's bed, and led out a pre-recorded command in Anna's voice, "Enter."

The door opened, and a stormtrooper entered. The woman's muscles relaxed, and she raised the rifle up. The trooper paused and stared at the bird, who flew over to land back on the desk behind Anna. His helmeted gaze followed, and she could feel his uneasiness from where she was, even if she couldn't read it on his face. A passive frown covered her face as the narrowed eyes remained, the woman waiting to hear whatever he had to say.

The trooper coughed, and averted his gaze away from her. Unlike most people on the ship, Anna wasn't paranoid enough to be in full body armor at all times. As such, her current state of dress was rather lacking, causing the man to take a few moments to compose his words. "Ma'am, Inquisitor Aultellus requests you in Interrogation Room A1, immediately."

A sigh escaped the woman, who rose a hand to rub at her temples. "Thank you, trooper. Please, wait outside the door while I ready myself. Is it about Kalstov?" A brief nod answered her. "Yes, I've read the report, I have it hear, will look over it. Now, go wait." The man obediently exited the room and stood outside, and Anna made haste to dress herself. In but a minute, she was in full formal attire, lacking only the wide-brimmed hat. Leaving it, she pulled the long coat over her, and belted it around her waste. Her hellrifle was shoved into the holster on her back, and she let out a little whistle. In an instant, the psyber-raven was perched upon her shoulder, and in her hands was a datapad with the Kalstov Report displayed on it.

She exited her room, and made her way towards the interrogation rooms, the stormtrooper falling in step behind her. Likely, it had started without her. Grey eyes stared down at the pad, going over the report for the upteenth time. Short strands of black hair framed her pale face as she glared down at it, the psyber-raven looking just intently at it. As she neared the interrogation room, she looked up and shoved the datapad into the hands of the stormtrooper, and pushed her way into the room. She was able to hear the last bit of the story, about the regiment being wiped out, but she didn't need to hear any of it.

Anna and the raven both gave the woman a sideways look, the woman narrowing her eyes momentarily, then Anna stood at attention behind the Inquisitor, hands folded behind her back. The aura of unease around her engulfed the room, and her eyes settled on the woman. "Interrogator Cassius, reporting for duty, sir," she said calmly, the raven muttering something indistinct into her ear. "What would you have of me?"