Editing Grimdark Tarzan (section)

== Chapter 11 ==

The proceedings took over a month, with questions upon questions asked, and interrogation occurring frequently. Eventually, Inquisitor Callen was declared a traitor to the Imperium and the bioforges he had worked so hard to recover were destroyed. The rest of the technology was examined by the Inquisition and that which was found to be "pure" was handed over to the Mechanicus who, in turn, made no trouble for the Inquisition.

But today, the survivors of Tublat were gathered in a room for a particular reason. The Adeptas Sororitas were considered paragons of faith, and so they were soon found to be pure, but the same could not be said for a deathworlder, especially one raised by non-humans.

An interrogator exited the chamber, his gloves immaculate, but no one there thought that what had occurred was bloodless. He looked the first sister he saw in the eye, by chance it was Janna, "He has been found to be... acceptable", and without emotion left the room. Staggering out of the interrogation chamber, a shaven and tired man nearly collapsed on a seat.

The relief they felt was palpable. He had been their comrade in arms, and they wished him safe. He had been put through trials to see if he was worthy of serving the Emperor, and in His divine mercy, He had seen fit for it to be so. During that time, however, they had been separated from him and had worried, knowing that he had never been on a ship or experienced space as they had.

Their reunion was interrupted by a black cloaked man who entered from the same door that the Interrogator had exited. They all quieted, unlike Inquisitor Callen, this man radiated authority.

"You have all been tested, and been found true to the Emperor. Ones such as yourselves are in short supply. The Holy Inquisition has further use of your talents. Know this, I will not force you into service, not now, not after you were betrayed by another that once made the same claims I do now. Yet still I ask, will you serve?"

For the sisters, it was no question, and they turned to the one uncertainty.

Tarzan spoke, his throat still raw, "I want see many things. You show me, I follow"

The cloaked man smiled, "Then we have an accord".