[b]Pragmatic Soul[/b] Inquisitor Tobias flicked the life fluid of another Chaos beast from his blade. This one was different than those normally encountered. It had the immediate appearance of a great feline beast but that was it. Its sides were a thick hide but almost transparent to the black alien sinew beneath. Its back was covered in spikes that ended abruptly in a longer thicker mane. Its mouth opened into thirds with the bottom 2 portions hung slack to reveal rows upon rows of sharpened and serated. teeth. It was a fearsome warp beast, more importantly it fit no structure of the warp entities he had ever known. Surely the combined power of the 4 false gods ment there was not something [i]else[/i] that held sway in the warp. Perhaps the beast was just that, a beast born of the warp like any other wild animal. But it was the intent that threw away that notion. It stalked him, passed up on plenty of prey. It wanted [i]HIM[/i]. Such was the mind of the Inquisitor as his light finally dimmed. Alone in the pure enveloping black of the darkness. Something complete and total that wracked on the barriers of his concise as the primal part of the human instinct froze him in terror. [i]This is the face of reality,[/i] he thought. [I]"Total and complete. The very problem of humanity. It asails us from all sides and at all times. And therein lies the truth of all things. The light will be consumed. [/i] Even as he stood in the dark he could feel them watching, churning beyond his senses. The beasts of the Bloodwrath were as many as they were cunning but even they would be wary of a single man that stood in such a position. No sane man would dare dive this far into the depths of the ship, especially alone, and survive it's horrors and wonders. Something must be wrong, had to be, but that could not curtail a daemons lust. [i]But darkness cannot consume because it is only an absence of light.[/i] His eyes shot open and the area around him erupted in a brilliant golden light. All of his faith stood with the Emperor. All of his knowledge stood with the Emperor. He was taught that he was insignificant in the size of the universe of man, but even the insignificant can do things of the extraordinary. The deamons recoiled in the violence of the Holy light as the bayed and howled in its presence. Such magic did not come from the warp, but of the man's faith and soul. Those that turned to fight evaporated into oblivion while those that ran were overcome buy it's speed. Corruption, that seemingly fused to the ship, melted away to the ships true inner workings. A statue of a false idol screamed as it flaked away in the power of the light that it's kind so deeply feared. As it broke away it revealed another set of armor that stood in its place. A set of armor that he would more than happily take as his own. It was ancient power armor made for a man and not astartes. Perhaps left behind as a shrine to warriors of another time. The armor was a brilliant white with gold trim and flowed with his movements like a second skin. It resembled armor from the old knights of Terra, especially the helm with its winged adornments. With a practiced draw he pulled free the weapons upon its back. [b]Swords that could be twins were it not the difference of color. One was black with a vibrant red power field and the other a more simple polished metal that field hummed with a cool blue fire thay hinted of a heat far stronger than it appeared.Nemesis chainblades, a very rare contraption of death and destruction. They appeared to be ancient old weapons, worn from millennium of use and warfare and struck a horrible contrast to the beautiful armor.[/b] [spoiler]to be continued after I get some cleaning up done[/spoiler]