Seeing as the fan fictions always so quite I decided to create yet another character to write about, once more I hope you like him and any feedback would be great and appreciated, enjoy!
Escaldor 567.M41, beneath the Mausoleum City of Joshida in the Catacombs of the Forgotten
The Inquisitorial forces moved like ghosts down crumbling stairwells and stone corridors, over forty sanctioned operatives were scouring the catacombs for the cult of the Ebon Shadow as they performed their supposed summoning ritual, the Inquisition was taking no chances in case it turned out to be a legitimate daemonic summoning, hence the operatives desperately searching the sprawling 300 kilometers of corridors, vaults and crypts which due to the minerals of construction buffeted auspex and bio-scanner readings forcing the manual searching of the catacombs, three hours in and so far no trace had been found, there was only an hour left before the ordained time as reveals by prisoners for the summoning to be complete. Inquisitor Zacharias Kudun was not a happy man as he strode through the crumbling corridors his dark grey storm coat blending in with shadows as he stalked towards his quarry, the sword on his back twitched in its sheath eager to be released, with a pulse of will the inquisitor calmed the blade, he understood its impatience, the vox came to life so suddenly it seemed deafening in the silent corridors
++Contact! We have contact! Throne itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s legit! Holy- All operatives rendezvous on coordinateÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s 3-Alpha-Quadrant-Tertius now! Request immediate backup! + + it was the Kasrkin Nolen judging by the voice, Zacharias burst into an almost gleeful sprint; at last they had found the quarry.
20 Years earlier, Kantar Major, Hive Braxus
Explosions, dust, screams, the statacco roar of weapons, the hive was blanketed in the chocking fog of war. Chaos forces had broken through the curtain wall and were even now baying at the gates of the inner hive spire. Bleeding and covered in dust and gore Hive Governor Marius slammed another clip into his smoking bolter as he roared orders into his comm-link over the thunderous booming of the artillery barrage that sent dust and debris raining down from the once ornate ceiling.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“How long before the airspace is clear?Ã¢â‚¬