Alright, took me long enough, but got this knocked out, let me know how it looks.

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Even the Law could be swayed, the incorruptible, corrupted. It was something even the high and mighty dared not consider, lest it worm its way into their heads as well. For Viktor, however, consideration had long since come and gone, though he had not quite yet thrown off the disguise. He still wore the badge of local Enforcers, though routinely dealt in bribery, turning a blind eye, and even the odd 'convenient' arrest. Minor ways to pad his pockets, improve his station, stepping stones leading ever closer to the abyss, though he knew none of this yet, all he had known was casual corruption. After he was officially relieved of duty, well, he and those more loyal to the credits than the Imperium had gone a bit mental, the badge still worn out of spite rather than obligation.

The idling truck, bearing the local noble's coat of arms as an impromptu, and false, badge of office, cast stark light onto the noble estate's front gate. While several men idled about, one stood out, one hand holding a vox headset up to his ear, the other resting on a slung combat shotgun. The man's form was hard to make out, dull green greatcoat concealing much until facing him square on, revealing a mix of carapace and flak armor, salvaged from otherwise more fitting people, the carapace only covering the vitals of his torso and upper legs. The sides of his head were buzzed, though the greying hair was slightly visible despite this, brown hair well kept on top of his head, swept to the side in one smooth motion. Abruptly tossing the headset of the back of the truck, he ran a hand through his ample beard, smoothing it out as he started walking towards the estate gate, noting how well the men followed his orders, one nodding as he approached. [i]"Viktor, what's the word, we getting paid or we nailing that fat bastard's family to the gates next?"[/i]

Viktor, the man in the greatcoat, glanced at the gate. A younger man was crucified to it, still twitching and groaning, barely conscious, crude marks carved into his chest as he dangled and slowly bled, a drawn out execution. The sounds of continued looting, shouting, and the crescendo of a burst of gunfire from within the estate was slowly dying down, meaning Viktor's men were wrapping up. At last, Viktor smiled lowly and produced a dataslate, the glowing green indicating that the transaction had been confirmed. The man who had asked Viktor about pay in the first place was practically salivating at the prospective next payday, and what that could buy him back in one of the Hives on the planet. [color=lightgreen]"Paid in full, once the others drag our employer's rival out here, I'll string him up myself. After that, well, time to see who pay's up next."[/color]

In practice, Viktor could not care less about the pay, not really. Every noble family he nailed to the gates of some private estate, every clerk who's card he punched a bit more literally than they might like, destabilized things further. Even a blind man could see it, the local Arbites crackdowns back in the Hive coming less often as they were so busy investigating the rash of violence in so many seemingly random places, and the sheer intensity and drawn out nature of such executions, that they were getting drawn away from the real problem. The main Hive would soon erupt into an orgy of violence, something that his employer's didn't seem aware of, only concerned about bumping off their potential rivals, by any means necessary. All it had taken was that one, desperate useless waste of flesh paying Viktor and his goons to finally set his planned revenge back into motion. His thoughts were interrupted by shouting, laughing, and the smell of freshly soiled trousers. The head of the family, it seems, was finally dug out of his little safe room. That Heretek code had worked after all, he'd have to 'lose' one of his men to that wretch in compensation after all. Still, once the man was dragged forward and forced to his knees, Viktor planted a swift boot into his gut to shut him up, the wheezing much easier to talk over.

[color=lightgreen]"Stop trying to pay us off, it ain't going to get you anywhere. All you nobles, playing at leadership and pretending you have power, reveling in its empty promises. Look where all that power and prestige got you, so fat I'm not sure your concubine's guts can hang you long enough to strangle. Good thing I ran some spare wire through them, eh? Get him under the lamp post."[/color] The fat noble struggled and started shouting curses, how the other families wouldn't let this stand, how he had friends, allies in power, that they would all rot if they were lucky, yadda yadda yadda. The fat fuck didn't see his precious concubine's corpse under the lamp post, her guts spooled like rope, a grisly noose prepared already. True to his word, Viktor had one of his men run some cable through them since it was well know how hefty this one had gotten. He only stopped shouting and ranting when the lukewarm intestine was put around his neck, and with a grunt, Viktor hoisted him up, nailing the end into place with a stake. The man kicked for longer than he thought, and from the grumbling, several men had lost best on this too. Good thing Viktor didn't make blind bets, and he took satisfaction watching the life flee the man's eyes, the kicking dying down to twitching death throes, to nothing.

[color=lightgreen]"Right, set the promethium trails and let the place burn, let's see if the pyre burns any higher this time. Leave the corpses here for the Arbites to find and panic over. We got our pay, and the sooner we get back to the Hive, the sooner you lot can get to spend your pay and I can get our next job in line."[/color] The men seemed keen to that, meanwhile Viktor climbed up into the driver's cabin, his second in command driving as the group tore off into the night, the looming Hive city, at least half a day's trip at speed away, still looked like it dominated the skyline. The XO rambled on about this haul and how far ahead it would put them, but Viktor tuned him out. Another job like this, and the whole rotten facade the Imperium had propped up, had convinced him to prop up for so long, would come crashing down. The Law and Order they so desperately craved, well, would vanish like the myths they were. Also he figured he knew which man to give to the Heretek, he'd gotten himself shot like an idiot by the estate's personal guards. He'd make a nice tribute to that Heretek, keep up his end of the bargain and all that. He had taken to enjoying his work now, more so than he ever had propping up the rotting house. Few more kicks, and it would go up like a damned funeral pyre. After that, well, he had enough credits stashed away to pay off a Rogue Trader he'd met and been bribed by he could hitch a ride with. Seems there was more to do for a man with talents like his, especially if he would denounce the Emperor. Sure, that was easy, what had that so called God ever done for him, really? Got him fired, that's what, just for making his own personal life a bit easier. And if he got to enjoy burning the whole rotten power structure down, well, all the better right?

Viktor Slonov
Chaos God: Undivided, for now.

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