Erzsebeth awakes on the soggy shores of an abandoned facility, deep in the underhive of Pordebriad I. Badly hurt from the fall and soaked in ditchwater, the Interrogator drags herself on the forshore, freezing and bewildered by the uncanny surroundings.
The structures looming above her are somber and long neglected. Silence and darkness overshadow this immense complex of factories, bridges and towers that stretch far into the blackness of the upper levels.
As she climbs up a crumbling staircase, an acrid breeze damps her hair and skin with a sticky, cold moisture.
Even up here the air smells of burned fuel and city rot.
She doesn't recall what happened and why exactly she's here. Last thing she remembers is walking inside one of the cable cars attached to the electromagnetic funicular railway, an old and wobbling machinery used to move through the levels of the Hive City. She wasn't alone, her team mates were with her: she tries hard to recall them, racking her aching brain.
Lange, the ex-scion. She was sure about that, as his grim expression tattooed on his weary face was hard to ignore. There was also a new affiliate, a young woman from the Order Dialogus working as a communication expert. The planet of Pordebriad is located somewhere in the forgotten rims of the galaxy, where the Lower Gothic is twisted in bizarre, exotic dialects; speaking to the locals may be just as hard as speaking to some freakish xeno race.
Erzsebeth seems unable to remember the name of the Dialogus, but she's sure about the dreary feeling of uneasiness that surrounded the girl.
There was an Astartes. That was unusual, even for an Inquisitor's retinue. He wasn't really part of the team, but more of a diplomat sent by his chapter to make their own conclusions about the situation of the Hive. A giant among mortals, he wore a polished white armour with blue rims, a blue left facing eagle impressed on his shoulder. Due to his role of ambassador, the space marine was covered with a thick drape dyed in cobalt blue. Erzsebeth surprises herself in recalling so many details, but it's not every day that you meet such a formidable being. He seemed gentle under his austere manners,
but Lange despised him nonetheless - Throne knows what crossed his mind. (aggiungi un rafforzativo per l'identità di lange)
And then, of course, there was her master.
The memory hits her as a bucket of cold water, as if she has suddenly awakened.
Sikel Gaitus was an old Inquisitor, and being an old Inquisitor meant that you've seen things. Tall and slender, the man was of undefined age, with somber, cerulean eyes buried in deep wrinkles and fair, slicked back hair. The Interrogator spent with him the past fifteen years and together they undertook countless of life threatening missions - and survived, all of them. And yet, their bond was nothing more than of colleagues working together. Erzsebeth convinced herself, at some point of their collaboration, that this was exactly the motive that drove Gaitus to take her as an apprentice.
They were quite alike. Cold, detached, and fearful of human emotions.