Situation on Pythagor
A small crossover thing between 40K and a website called "Goodbye Strangers". The website's as weird as it sounds.
SUBJECT: Situation on Developing World Pythagor
PRIORITY: Median-Primaris
SENDER: Inquisitor Kathonya Ibric
SENT: 412611.M41
RECEIVED: 412614.M41
MESSAGE FORMAT: Astropathic
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: The rewards of tolerance are treachery and betrayal.
My Lords, my evaluation of the world of Pythagor is complete, and I have returned with both some good news and some bad news. The good news is that there is no genestealer cult or their foul spawn to speak of. The bad news is what I have located is a far different threat that I fear we of the Ordo Xenos have no experience with whatsoever. And every last urban settlement and even hive city in the imperium could be infested with it.
My investigation proved fruitless on the surface, so me and my men searched underground. In every last sewer, every last basement, and every last mine we searched for cultists. Aside from the occasional... self-relief object, we found nothing. The only thing of note that we found was in a local hospital in the largest city. How the smell of artificially sweet chemicals can be so strong in such a place of healing is beyond me. One of the rooms in the lower levels was locked, but was opened recently. Forensic study of the fingerprints revealed them to be of a guardsman stationed on the planet that went AWOL several terran weeks before we arrived. Examination of the room itself revealed several irregularities. While the room itself was unused for several terran decades and had accumulated quite the impressive layer of dust, the stench of the aformentioned chemicals was not only strongest in this room, but there was a large corroded patch that reached wall to wall. What was most disturbing was the partially dissolved armor and gear of the missing guardsmen, plus a few of the poor soul's bones. The guardsman's helmet was the least damaged piece of equipment recovered, and through some work, I managed to get some footage out of the mounted camera.
Some of the footage recovered dates back several terran years, with the most recent clip being from the day the guardsman went AWOL. The first clip was zoomed in footage of the top of a hive spire, with some kind of xenos faunaform coiled around its very top. It had far too many eyes for what should be acceptable on its striped hide, with the eyes only appearing on a certain stripe color. Yet the eyes seemed... fake. Not as though they were glass eyes, but were instead markings on the beast's hide. It had no visible mouth.
The second clip was several terran months before the final clip, and appeared to take place on a different world. The guardsman was examining what I assume is a primitive shrine to the God-Emperor. I counted 80 imperial aquilas, each the size of a thumbnail surrounding the largest aquila like a theater audience, which I determine was the size of a man's palm. All of them were copper colored. Footsteps were heard from around the corner, and the camera immediately veered towards it. In the next alley was a slate grey, quadrupedal creature roughly the size of a Grox with four human-like arms protruding from its back. In one of its hands it was holding another copper aquila. If it was trying to hide, I pity it, for it seemed more like it was concerned with hiding its face. Maybe it was ashamed of its sin of being a xeno? As the guardsmen raised his bolter to shoot the creature, the clip abruptly ends.
The final clip was in the room I recovered the helm and ruined armor from. In the room was this pink skinned creature the size of two ogryns laid down with eleven arms protruding from its back and a large mouth with pinkish-red teeth. It was crying a substance colored similarly to its teeth. It had grabbed the poor soul and lifted him up, the helmet falling off and onto the floor with a splashing sound. It seemed like the floor of the room was covered in the substance the creature was crying out. It had one of its hands over his face, and as it pulled off his left arm, it spoke. Its voice was feminine, but not alluring. It cried for help and begged to stop. It turned its head away almost in fear as the creature continued to brutalize the poor man, his blood being absorbed into its skin and any discarded flesh that fell on the floor being dissolved by the substance it cried. Halfway through the clip, which was rather short, it began to recite hymnals of its soul being spared to the God-Emperor, almost as through it was... begging for mercy. And once it pulled the poor soul's head off, it stopped speaking and dropped the defiled body into the fluid, flesh easily sloughing off of bones. Before anything else could happen, the clip ended.
I request a more thorough investigation of Pythagor and any worlds you can identify from the rest of the clips, which I will deliver to you personally once I return to the void. I am concerned that we have no available gear to combat this... unseen threat that could potentially warrant a new ordo being founded to deal with this threat.