"Ancient Moldarian?" I mused, stroking my chin. I believed I had read of the planet before from Inquisitor Dolsan's report back as an interrogator. I have a photographic memory, and I sifted through my thoughts like files until I found what I recalled. An ancient civilization of xenos used to preside over the planet of Moldar before they were destroyed by the Great Crusade, followed by its replanting of human life in the years that followed. Some of the ruins still remained, and the peoples there were influenced by it, stylistically only, but shaped nonetheless. 

"The scripts are not a complete match, but thematically the designs fit." Lazarus concluded. I was used to the skitarii enough to know he would not speak of such things without being certain. 

"And three warp trails traveling to the south of the Segmentum Tempestuous, close to Moldar." I said aloud, and nodded. "Very well. Give the heading to Urien. We may drop Brother Baccus along the way." 

"At once, Hadrian." Lazarus replied. "Do you go to see the woman?" 

"I go to see the psyker, yes." I said, and turned tail with a military officer's curtness and made my way through the Caledonia. As I walked, I did not take the time I normally did to admire the artistry of the vessel. Old Oghma symbols and stone shrines of the Emperor were arrayed across its superstructure, and more than a few large pillars of brass glowed in the light. Servitors and ex-slaves, Urien's old friends, stalked the halls. The latter bowed or acknowledged me as I passed. Soon, I was on the bow of the ship and down the corridor I made out Brother Bacchus, the Red Scorpion standing vigil before the girl's cell. 

"Inquisitor," He said in his booming tone, powerful even when speaking softly.

"I relieve you, Brother Bacchus." I said, but I hesitated for a moment, the astartes looking at me as he paused. "Forgive me, I did not give my condolences for Brother Glaviad. He was a staunch defender of the Imperium."

"It is our greatest honor to die fighting the arch-enemy, Inquisitor." 

"Very good," I said, and we parted ways. He to the chapel, and I into the cell. The door was air-tight, the lights dim until I opened the portal. A sssshhhhp lit the air, and the woman, though in her cot, was awake. I did not speak to her immediately. Rather, I grabbed the second chair and pulled it over to the center of the room. Quietly, I sat down and pulled out a dataslate. 

"Name?" I asked, pulling a pen out to redirect the information as it appeared on screen. At first the woman did not answer, so I simply asked again. "...Name?" 

"Emmaline Von Morganstern," she said, pulling herself up, the blanket draped around her as if it was armor. I looked up at her from the dataslate, placing it on my lap as I crossed my legs in the masculine fashion. I was used to cold tasks, but there was at least some chance this woman was going to die by my hand, in the least in an indirect fashion. I should give her the respect of looking her in the eyes. 

"Miss Von Morgenstern, had you been discovered by an arbites, you would have been given three choices. Imprisonment, a new life in Dasra with no prospects, or they would have abandoned you to your fate in the desert. As you were discovered by me, you have three different choices. Ones I would advise you think carefully on." I said, speaking clear and deliberately. I held no joy in this talk, but I knew I was doing the best for her I could, considering the danger she posed. "Your three choices are thus. Option one, I have the means to send you to become a member of the Adeptus Astronomica as an Astropath. A great service to the Emperor, but I will not lie. It will tax your body beyond what you think capable. You would not live to see fifty. Option two... well, the emperor can always use more good psykers. Not a pleasant prospect, the Black Ships, but it would keep the Imperium running. You do not strike me as the ecclesiarchal type however, which leads me to Option three." 

I uncrossed my legs and leaned in, resting my elbows on my knees as my eyes bored into hers. "You work for me, as one of my team. Before you answer, do not delude yourself into thinking this is the easy way out. If you choose option three, you will be trained and subject to lessons and discipline. You will learn how to defend yourself beyond your psychic abilities, and you will throw yourself headlong into danger beside me. But..." 

I snapped my fingers. An open flame appeared above my hand, floating in the air until I opened my palm, the fire dissipating into nothingness. "I will teach you how to control your powers in a way you cannot think to now. I will show you how to harden your mind, and keep daemons from possessing you. And if you luck out, you'll live for centuries with no want for wealth. So, Miss Von Morganstern, what will it be?" 

I leaned back in my chair, appraising her with a professional air. Truthfully, I did not know what she would choose.