Editing Addicts Acolyte (section)

===CHAPTER 3===

Monolithic, pyramidal structure dominated the landscape which was cold and desolate. This place, known as Antarctica since the ancient times, was at the South Pole of Terra and housed the headquarters of the Holy Office of the Imperial Inquisition. Porta watched as they approached the complex how thousands of defense installations and the needle-like ziggurats of the absurdly huge building merged together. After countless checkpoints, checkups, interviews and vows, especially vows, they stood at the center of a dais in a huge domed room which had a sign of the Inquisition and a table in it’s center. Two Lords were present in addition to Hans Pola. Three were required to make someone an Inquisitor. 

“Let’s do the main Oath”, Pola said with visible pleasure. The lord in front of Hans and Porta grinded his teeth. “Hans, it’s not like there are no smart hive kids who can talk and hold a gun. And he is not even a psyker. And you want to open the books for him, straight away, with no period of being an acolyte? This is groxshit, not to mention peculiar.” Pola leaned towards the inquisitor lord like he had heard that he should go and fuck his sister “Never underestimate anyone, Raekwon, I have full confidence to this boy. Besides, you owe me big time from that one thing. I’d like to use up that favor. Without me, the Inner Masters would have heard about that Legienstrasse-cockup and then…” The Inquisitor Lord raised up his hand angrily “Not another word. If you want this two-bit hoodlum to wield such power, so be it. That is why we have Conclaves, to weed out the idiots before they do too much damage.”

“Now, boy”, Lord Raekwon faced Porta with weary and skeptical look and handed him a gilded picture of Ollanius Pius, Imperial Saint who assisted Emperor when He stood down Arch-heretic, Warmaster Horus. Pius  distracted him so that His Divine Majesty could strike the killing blow against the most despised of the Traitor Primarchs.  “Take this card and repeat after me.” When Porta took hold of the card, the other Inquisitor Lord who had remained silent flicked his wrist and card burst into flames. Porta jerked a bit. This was his first experience in the field of psychic power.

Lord began speaking, and the flames drew a circle of pure light. Porta repeated, terrified:

“I, Joseph Porta, will commit my existence in this realm and the others to combat the heretic, the mutant, and the alien. No power will hinder me in my guest, and I will accept no lord save the Emperor and the Conclave of my peers.  As this Saint burns, may my soul burn in the Warp should I betray this oath.”

Hans Pola slapped his thigh with his unaugmented hand and let out a high-pitched cackle. “You are made kid, welcome to the Holy Office of the Imperial Inquisition”
Porta jerked back into present time when his ship’s captain buzzed into  the infocom of his room “Hassel Station ETA 20 minutes My Lord. The Warden is ready and Subject is thawed out.”
Porta vacuumed the rest of Coca into his nostril and said “Let’s drag our guy out of there, to serve the Imperium.”