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Introductions were made and greetings were given, Elek quite happy with what he had been sent, they seemed like a rugged bunch of – as far as he could tell – professionals.

Corpus Ertelt clearly had somewhat of a sense of humour, and the Interrogator couldn't help but notice the way he took in everything either, a most useful skill to have. Meanwhile Corporal Cotant was every inch the soldier, everything from the way he stood to the look in his eye showing him to be so, even without his uniform it was obvious. Likewise Arbitrator Arvele gave off the overall air of someone who had 'seen some shit', her uniform and armour roughened up and left in its current state for personal reasons, he had no doubt.

Mathias Montag and Actus Luft were both noticeably absent from the initial greetings, a note made of that from the very beginning, both individuals escorted from their relative transports by a pair of faceless Stormtroopers and bought into the presence of the Inquisitor-in-training just in time to see the look of annoyance on his features.

“Excellent,” he proclaimed when all had been bought to or made their way before him, ignoring Ertelt's attempt at humour even as much as he appreciated it, “if you will all follow me.”

As he made his way down the winding corridors of the subterranean compound, Captain Lamar bringing up the rear with a coterie of red-and-black clad killers, he opened at least a dozen doors and turned at least twice that number of corners. To him the outpost on Arden had become second nature in terms of layout and infrastructure, his command over the place absolute under the limitless jurisdiction of the Ordo Malleus, and it did not take long to reach a small and simple room.

With a wave of his hand, and a curt order to Lamar to wait outside with his men, the room was illuminated to reveal exactly enough desks and chairs for each member of the trailing band to seat themselves comfortably, a holo-projector tasking up the centre of the room around which every desk and chair were placed. On top of each desk was a clean dataslate and a rune-stylus, each slate blank and untraceable by any means known to the Imperium - though used only for taking briefing notes, it never paid to be that extra bit careful.

“Everyone please take a seat, and I shall begin.”

Once everyone was sitting the Interrogator began his pre-determined speech, taking a rudimentary pointer from beside the holo-projector and dimming the lights somewhat with another wave of his hand. Slowly but surely a sickly green light emerged from the projector, a three-dimensional image emerging straight above it, and it took the form of a dataslate not unlike those present in the room.

“You are probably wondering vhy I am showing you a dataslate, yes? Ve all know what they look like, how they are used, yes?” Elek removed his tall hat as he spoke, running a gloved hand through his short hair and looking at each of them in turn, his own mind gently probing their own even as he went on, “[b]this[/b] one is special, but vhy is it special?” At this he took a seat on the edge of large circular construct, poking the holo image with his pointer, “it is special because it belongs to [i]us[/i], the Ordo, and when something like that goes missing...vell...ve want it back, of course.”

Another mind-blink switched the image, this time the obvious shape of a rotating planet taking up the space above the projector. The planet was as large as Terra itself, magnified images branching off from the still rotating orb, images showing foundries, hab-centres, street layouts and more.

“This is Coarus, and is what the Imperium determines as a 'Civilised World', there are about one-and-a-half billion souls spread across its mostly temperate face in various city-states. They are advanced enough to use rudimentary space vessels, and are well informed of the Imperium at large – in short, there vill be no culture shock once we get there. It is also somewhere on this planet that our dataslate went missing, taken we assume from our agent stationed there to watch over the planet and the several other inhabited worlds in the wider system. It is also the homeworld of a number of Militarum regiments, the Twentieth Coarian 'Straight Steels' among them, large veteran communities well established in several of the city-states.”

Pausing a moment to gauge reactions, he dove back into his briefing.

“We shall all be travelling initially to the largest of these cities, Coarus City – they are not an imaginative lot – and it will be up to Kyntus Arvele and Corporal Cotant here to ask around in the veteran quarter. In the meantime Actus Luft, Mathias Montag, Corpus Ertelt and I shall be heading toward the Hall of Archives, actually the base of operations and cover for whichever operative we place on the planet at the time.”

Only now did he retract the pointer and will the lights of the chamber back into existence, placing one leg over the other as he faced them, leaning forward and opening his arms wide.

“Any questions, ask them now.”