A compilation one of my friends and myself have done, I am not sure how much or how long it will go for as it is often random mussings and all in good fun. But I am quite sure, you have not come here to listen to me. So enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Absolution
... Adore the Immortal Emperor, For He is our Protector, Admire the Immortal Emperor, For His Sacrifice to Mankind, Exalt the Immortal Emperor, For His Strict Guidance, Revere the Immortal Emperor, For His Undying Guard, Venerate the Immortal Emperor, For His Holy Wisdom, Honor the Immortal Emperor, For His Eternal Strength, Glorify the Immortal Emperor, For His All-seeing Vision, Praise the Immortal Emperor, For His Unending Rule, Hail the Immortal Emperor, For He is the Lord and Master, Worship the Immortal Emperor ... For without Him we are Nothing
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"W-where ... am I?" The slow, nervous voice permeating across the dimly lit room, the man blinking his eyes attempting to adjust to the dark and ... damp quarters. His gaze arched slowly up as he watched the condensation drip from a busted roof mounted filter, the dripping of water hitting the metal compartments floor gave him some resonance of where he was.
"H-hello?" He questioned again, his voice merely rebounding off the walls and striking against him from multiple directions. His heart began to race when he tried to stand, his actions were groggily, uncoordinated. Was he drugged? Pressing his hands down upon the arm rest, he rose to a stand, taking a weak step before losing his footing and meeting the cold, water stained deck floor.
"Gah..." He muttered to himself, his body felt bruised, tender. Was he beaten as well? Closing his eyes, holding them shut for a good few seconds as he prayed to the Emperor and silently worded a litany of protection. Blinking them slowly as they were again reopened, the gunmetal grey and golden englazed walls were unmistakable, the wall mounted ventilation grates serving to agree with his assessment, he was still on the ship ... should he have been thankful for that at least?
Placing a hand in front of him, he dragged himself forward, an almost inaudible cough or clearing of the throat he was unsure, catching his attention. "H-hello ... what am I ... doing here?" He had to question, tilting his head towards the noise. That area of the room for some reason his eyes had yet adjusted to, giving him a feeling of uncertainty. Was he merely hearing things or was someone else with him?
Both of his hands now in front of him, he began to press down upon the floor, picking himself up despite his own bodies protest. Taking a weak step forward, then another and another after that, merely to test and boost his confidence. Giving the room another look over, four things catching his eye. The chair he awoke upon, leather straps, probably made from the hide of an animal he had never even heard of, sitting idly on the arm rests and chair legs, worn but unused. A bench adjoining the wall, all of his equipment neatly discarded and organized, his Flakvest, his Laspistol, his Shoulder Lamp ... everything he had before ... whatever this was.
Grabbing for his equipment, he threw his Flakvest over his shoulder, his fingers masterfully doing up the armors straps. His hands then reached for his other equipment, his Combat Knife going into it's leg sheath, his Pistol into his holster and his Lamp into it's shoulder mounting. The rest merely thrown into pockets or emplaced elsewhere upon his webbing.
His jaw dropped and his eyes widened as he saw the table covered in an all manner of tools. Devices of interrogation and for the simple purpose of instilling pain in ones subject. The mere thought sending shivers down his spine, though through curiosity or an attempt to calm his own fear he stepped forward, picking up one of the tools and turning it upon his hand. Wondering of what possible use, this little thing was used for ... the expulsion of answers of course, but what was the devices actual use on said victim?
He couldn't think of it any longer, his hand began to shake as he placed it back in it's original position, careful not to disturb the other devices ... less someone find out he was 'playing' with their toys. Turning on the spot, his eyes fell back to the corner ... that corner, his eyes had still yet adjusted to. Giving the man a sense of feeling, that he was being watched ... toyed with.
There! ... he was sure he saw a glint, a silhouette, the white of ones eyes and teeth as if it was smiling at him. The small act sending goosebumps throughout him as he stumbled back, resisting the urge to fall from the rapid imbalance. His back hit the wall, his logical mind telling him not to fear, but the rest of him thought of the feat as if he was being grabbed. He turned, his right hand instinctively reaching for his Laspistol, his left darting forward as if trying to push someone away.
Then he saw it, almost like a gift from the Emperor himself ... the switch, of color of gleaming marble. His left hand reaching and flicking the toggle ... the rooms Lumbglobes blinking twice before fully illuminating, the light quickly putting him at ease. Again his ears pricked up, the sound of an inaudible cough or laughter behind him. His fingers now tensing over his Laspistols grip, as he turned, his back arching violently into the wall abaft of him. "Sister!"