"Don't look, she is not herself. You hear me? What are you? What do we have to do?" he solemnly questioned.
“Don't you fokking patronise me, glory boy.” Fitz snarled at the grenadier. Normally she was a collected and disciplined soldier, but right now she didn't seem to care about the punishment talking back to an NCO would earn her.
Klemens repeated himself and waited for an answer, his hands holding her firm less she try to escape his hold.
“I'm a Delphic triarius, corporal.” Fitz spat at him through gritted teeth, but her eyes betrayed the fear behind her forceful words. “And with due respect, we have to help our people back in the briefing hall, not execute astropaths!”
Klemens shook his head, 'Sweet Emperor.' His entire body was shaking as he looked to Lehner. "You have the meltagun Lehner..." Pausing, the Corporal never thought he would have to say this. "Purge it with holy fire."
The astropath, realising they were talking about her, shrank back and began pleading with none of the guardsmen in particular.
“No!” she babbled in her thin voice, “Don't! I'm Olivia Fitzgerald, junior astropath, sanctioned psyker number 249572...”
Fitz' reaction was almost as strong. “What!?” she gasped, “I'm telling you, that's my sister!” For a second she looked like she was actually going to turn her gun on Klemens, but instead she turned desperately to Lehner for support. “Corp!”
“I would normally be inclined to agree...” said Lehner, directing his reply at Klemens, “However.” He reholstered his shotgun and pulled out his melta. He moved over to the figure lying on the ground, checking for a pulse or breathing. "Think Klemens. Green robes and blind? These are Astropaths. Mayhaps these are warding circles. And mayhaps the Emperor has seen fit, in his divine wisdom, to provide us a means of calling for aid. Though if this is foul sorcery or warp spawned trickery, we will enact justice, and I will not hesitate."
While he knelt at the body he turned to look at Fitz.
"Fitz, think carefully. I know they took her from you. Is this truly your sister? Is there anything only she would know?"
Fitz swallowed hard, but she seemed to understand that being rational would get her further than pleading. She swallowed again.
“Liv?” she said gently, looking like she wanted to kneel down beside the cringing astropath and take her hand rather than talk to her from across the room. “Do you remember the game we always used to play back in the old hab?”
The astropath turned her pale face up towards Fitz, blinking her blind eyes at her. “Anna? Is that you?”
“Liv, please. I need you to answer the question.”
The astropath put a hand to her mouth and chewed a nail nervously.
“Take Two.” she stammered at last, “You always used to cheat.”
Fitz laughed slightly, and cuffed self-consciously at her eyes. “That's her.”
But it wasn't quite her sister as she remembered her. She looked so tired and so...nervous. What the Horus had those inquisitors done to her?
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Gerald clenched his ‘Beloved’ tighter as he watched and waited.
“Clear?” Pilgrim shouted through after a moment.
“Clear, Colour.” Corbec's voice came back a moment later. “But one of the ship's astropaths is still here.”
“Them ditherin’ in there ain’t helpin’ our lads and lasses.” Gerald spoke up again shortly as he spared the look to catch Pilgrim’s eye before he went back and scanned the corridor. “Shouldn’t we be takin’ what we’re needin’ and gettin’ back to the platoon, sir? After puttin’ down whatever they’re bloody talkin’ about in there, of course.”
Pilgrim frowned. “DuGrae, Martos, cover the corridor.” he said after a moment, and motioned the others to follow him into the living quarters to get a better idea of what was going on inside.