Orkquisitor

The inquisitor was not pleased.

“Governor, I’m by no means strict man. But the reports I have been hearing have shocked even me. If what they say is true, it will not bode well for your title.”

The two men were seated on either side of the Governor’s desk, drinking tea.

”Why, Sir Inquisitor, I am shocked! What could you mean by such allegations?” The governor was a heavyset man, tall and broad. If he hadn’t know better, the Inquisitor would have sworn the man had Ogryn blood in him.

“Unseemly actions of your men. Possibly, the taint of Chaos. Even… that foul xenos have infiltrated your army.”

The Governor stood abruptly, setting his teacup down firmly. ”Are you accusing my men of heresy, sir? My men are clean of Chaos, I can swear on my life! They may not be… the most tidiest or formal of soldiers, but my Planetary Defense Force are true warriors in every sense of the word!”

The inquisitor looked at the other man, unimpressed by his posturing. ”Calm down, man. If I had anything but hearsay, you’d already have a las-pistol to you head. I am merely here to see if there’s any truth to the rumors.”

“…You’ve come at a good time, then. We’re holding the bi-annual training tournament at the moment, the last training before the troops leave for Elkoss VI.” The governor smiled thinly at the Inquisitor. “You can consider it being held in your honour, if you want.”