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Whatever conversation may have been delved into by the assemblage of bound prisoners was cut as short as their ties, from one moment to the next things had changed rapidly, and those subjected to interrogation and questioning but a short while earlier were to find themselves in an altoghether different set of circumstances in three...two...one...

A ray of light entered the utter darkness of the room, the slow rumbling of a shifting doorway easily heard by the prisoners senses - that by now must have been straining for every sound - but one sound in a manifold audio bonanza; the quick and sharp snap of las-bolts overlapped with the deeper rumble of heavier munitions, bought to a crescendo by the [i]crump[/i] and [i]fwump[/i] of krak and frag grenades.

"Sir," barked an unknown and unseen figure, speaking of course to another individual of uncertain identity, "I do believe we have the new recruits."

"Ah, splendid work Sergeant, please remove their hoods and restraints."

The sounds of action that had seemed so close a moment before now appeared to move further away, deeper into the clandestine vessel, down corridors and depths in which no-one had walked for decades at least. It was a firefight to the death, as all those involved were aware.

With deft skill and speed the hoods were yanked from heads, the eyes of the prisoners adjusting slowly but surely due to the sliver of light from the corridor beyond the chamber containing them, restraints sawed apart by the razor edge of a serrated combat knife to allow motion once more; the man doing the unleashing made sure to step back each time, especially away from the Krieger, Catachan and Ork Hunter.

"Well," chimed in the more refined voice of the supposed superior, "it seems we have quite the eclectic blend here, as with all our hauls. Not [b]too[/b] damaged by the looks of you. Yes, very good."

Allowing the door to be opened fully, a las-pistol held low in one of the gloved hands of the black-clad speaker, dressed in a suit of bodyglove and carapace armour that showed very recent signs of battle, enough light flooded the space to bring the patrician features of the man into focus.

He was of middling age, though his golden hair was beginning to show signs of graying, and his aquiline features and blue eyes looked over each prisoner as one might expect a predator to view their latest catch.

"Greetings chaps, my name is Major Bonham of the Emperor's most Holy 'Shadow Order', formerly of the Fifth Praetorian Guard, and this here is Sergeant Latentius of the Indigan Forty-Seventh." One finger of his free hand pointed to the masked but obviously more heavily muscled NCO who had returned to his side after freeing each Guardsman, "we are here to recover you."

A short snap of his fingers bought two similarly dressed soldiers into the room, a third very dead looking corpse dragged between them, and thrown to the floor at a word. This corpse was different, and in quite a discernable way; dressed in a tight-fitting suit of crimson and black, Bonham rolled the figure over to reveal the signature =][= of the Inquistion upon the las-scorched chest of the once-living Stormtrooper.

"I have no doubt that some of you may be quite shocked to see the identity of your captors, but I assure you that this is neither a test nor an artifical scenario. Let this be a warning to you that my Order has operatives, and thus enemies, in every echelon of our glorious Imperium."

Another order was given, several men entering the room carrying standard-issue las-guns and placing them on the floor before the Major and his second-in-command, retiring once more and hefting their hotshots in preparation for action.

"Now you get to make a choice - pick up one of these weapons and assist us in the culling of, what I assue you, is a most heinous adversary [b]or[/b] remain here and think upon your current situation; I have done enough speaking, and questions will be answered, but now is the time for action. Soldiers of the Emperor, are you with me?"