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In the ruins of Hive Crius Bellatrix Varus waited for the conclaves decision. She was sitting on one of the toppled statues of the main avenue. Fires still smoldered in the hives lower levels and half of the upper ones had collapsed. Her former mentor had given his life to preserve what he could of the planets capital but given the scale of corruption it seemed unlikely to be spared. Weeks earlier they had tracked a number of high profile heretics to this place and found the convergence unnerving. Only too late did they realize the size of the coven they were dealing with and had only been able to partially stop their goals. They were not in charge of the hive, but there was little left of it either. A pyrrhic victory at best. Now her fate was being decided. Her mentor had granted her full rank before his death with the intention of carrying out his work here to its conclusion but being the most suspicious and paranoid agency in the Imperium of course they were scrutinizing every detail of the writ, every piece of surveillance or testimony they could secure in the burned out ruins.
Eventually the colossal doors behind her opened and Grandmaster Inquisitor Torrin Balefire emerged flanked by his power armor clad guard. Torrin was more of a schemer than a brute when it came to his work and the thin hunched old man was rarely alone. "Miss Varus we've concluded our meeting. We find your late masters writ of promotion valid. Your rosette." He said handing it over to her. "However you are not the only pupil he was grooming, nor was he debt free. His possessions will therefore be redistributed to his senior Interrogators. In addition we have concluded Hive Crius is to be quarantined. We see no reason not to let the servants of chaos burn themselves out in rioting. After that we'll conduct sector wide purges, you should find someplace safe or leave the planet. I'm afraid our teams are quite thorough and may not give you time to identify yourself." He said with a thin smile and gave her a dismissive wave. "Now off with you, we've wasted enough time deliberating your fate. Good luck in your new position."
Without her mentors ship she'd need to find another if she intended to leave... and there were still the high profile heretics. She had no idea which had or had not survived the riots or the ensuing warp explosions that had ripped the city asunder.
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