This is my first try at this. Also, it's my first time writing something so long in english, so sorry in advance. I did the best I could but there should be a lot of mistakes left. Again, sorry.

Disclaimer: Warhammer 40 000 is a property of Games Workshop. Legend of Korra belong to Nickelodeon.M rating : This fanfict contains some blood and gore, including dismemberment and occasional beheadings, whenever it is necessary for the plot, historical accuracy, or to look awesome.

For Kali, this day was pretty average. She had completed her two months undercover investigation, had discovered the location of the local Chaos cult, had finally been able to trade her skimpy gambler outfit for a Sororitas power armor and a combination of her favorites weapons, had led an assault against said Chaos cultist, had engaged into a fight with a furie, ending with its stomach erupting from its throat, and had come face to face with a Daemonhost. Everyday occurrence really. Then again, being an Inquisitor probably mean that her days had some slight difference from the typical imperial citizen. In any way, it's after that that thing became weird. But for those wanting a deeper understanding of the event and its consequences, what follow should help.

Proverb of the day : In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war.

Well, not exactly. There is also a lot of farming involved to feed all of the Imperium population, a lot of mining, a lot of manufacturing, a lot a sex to produce the millions of soldiers that the Imperium stupidly sacrifice each day, a lot of economy and so on, so on. Because, realistically, if each planet on the Imperium was at war, it wouldn't last ten second. Also, if the enemy of the Imperium could muster such an army, resistance would be kinda pointless. Anyway, why there is only war is probably because the Imperium at large as been at war with everything in the galaxy, including itself a couple of time, constantly since it's creation for the simple reason that everyone . The stagnation of the Imperium of Mankind is only one of it's many problems, but it's one that corrupt so much of it and whose resolution would help so much. That the base of this empire is a murderous lie also don't help.

Journal of Inquisitor Kali of the Ordo Hereticus. Date unknow.

Underhive Mithral, planet Garrius, 246 955. M41, Sector Calixis.

Kali was fulminating as she was forcing her way through the metal corridor of the Hive Imperial Guard barrack, making the peoples in front of her hastily step aside while forcing the ones following her to run to keep up with her. The perk of having two legs with synthetic muscles graft. Jogging at her left was the person responsible for her irritated state, a PDF lieutenant that had not even started to shave.

"Inquisitor please, calm down." His voice was trembling with apprehension. Though it is unsure if it was because of the Inquisitor or something else.

"I'll calm down when I'll get my troops!" Her voice was vibrating with frustration to the point of making the young lieutenant take a step back.

She knew he was not responsible for her problem. Too young and not high enough on the hierarchy. Still, she needed someone to blame and until she found a higher grade and until then he was gonna have to endure her. Fortunately, this did not last long for she, only a minute later and almost literally, collided with a Guard Colonel and his suite. A muscular six feet man bearing a walrus mustache, the Colonel had to raise his head to look the woman in the eyes and was really not happy about it.

"Inquisitor. What are you doing here?" The ironic smug smile on his face showed he already knew.

"Looking for my sock troopers. Colonel." She slightly leaned over him. "Unless PDF are considered elite around here?"

Anger flashed in his eyes at the insult. "You little..."

Before he had time to spit his insult, the colonel was interrupted by the tap of a staff against his shoulder. 'Damn' thought Kali. She could have used this as a argument for executing him. Not that she really needed one but it would have helped.

The men responsible for stopping the Colonel came forward, stepping out of the retinue. Dressed in heavy white and golden robes, imperial eagles and large leather prayers books hanging from his waist and neck was an agent of one of Kali most vicious and fanatic enemy, the Ecclesiarchy. With a paternal mask on his face, the cleric addressed the Inquisitor.

"Peace Inquisitor. We understand your concern. It is unfortunate that the elite guards that you wanted to protect you have been redeployed to some more important mission." Kali felt the urge to grab the priest staff and bash his skull with it. "But I can assure you that the soldiers who will accompany you all have the strongest faith in the God-Emperor and their mission. The purging of the mutant and psyker is the sacred duty of all His servant."

Kali grinned at the emphasis on the word psyker. "Of course cleric."

"Father Uriel."

"Of course Cleric. But the level of competence between a PDF and shock trooper is substantial."

"Faith will lead them to victory"

"Or the grave."

"If it is the will of the Emperor, so shall it be."

There was not logic or reason that she could invoke here that would have changed the situation. She knew it and they knew it. In fact, they were pretty much saying that she should fell honored of being attributed five PDF troopers for her assault against a chaos cult. A couple of decades earlier she would have repainted the wall with their bloods. Now, she simply sighed. Clearing the ranks of both the Ecclesiarchy and the local Guard would only get her more enemies and she had already enough. So, she resorted to another way of insulting them that wasn't dead related. Kali extended her arm, putting on a humbly defeated face mask.

"You are right Cleric. Colonel, it was a pleasure to meet you."

The walrus mustache military man smiled with arrogance, certain of his superiority over the girl facing him. The moment he shook her hand, his assurance was crushed, same way his hand was. Kali bionic hand tightened itself around the Colonel palm, slowly compressing it and breaking the fragile bones. Around his men, the military man could not show any sign of being in pain and, as such, Kali had the pleasure to see all the twist, grin, torsion and other complex motion of the visage of a man trying his best, and partly failing, at hiding his suffering. She relished in this moment before reluctantly letting go. Swiftly she turned back, flapping her leather coat on their faces before walking away.

"I'll await my troops in my room Colonel. Farewell."

Of all the planets in the Imperium, this damned cult had to choose one of the most misogynist world possible. Once this case over, she was seriously considering shooting half the government for incompetence and damn be the Ecclesiarchy. Then, she calmed herself and started making a mental list. She identified the persons she could make disappear without problems, the ones she could blackmail or buy and the ones she couldn't touch. Then, the persons who would help her recruit others, the one who would lead the public movements, the ones capable of leading after and etc. There would be a revolution up the ass of those guy before they knew it. Maybe she could even attract Lyra into the thing with a trading deal, Rogue Trader can't resist nice deal. Plus, she would be good company.

Now in the room that the local military had assigned her, a disused depot, she was leaning against a wall and meditating. Even in this bastion of Imperial power she could feel the turbulence of the Warp, waves of madness that were crashing against her defense and the shadowy presences of the Warp predators constantly circling around her mind. Some inquisitors of the Ordo Hereticus try to justify the fact of being psyker that hunt psyker, saying that the will of the Emperor was manifesting itself through them or other such reasons. For Kali, the reason why a psyker would go and hunt other like him was simple. Only one who his constantly aware of the danger of the Warp, live with the knowledge that the briefest failing of his mind can have world ending consequences, can really understand the dangers of unsanctioned psykers and witches. It was those reflexions that occupied her mind when she spotted five pale flames coming her way.

Lucas Ryley was pissed off. The ninth child of some fairly minor noble house, he had pushed back his engagement into the PDF for the longest time possible. Once in, he had spent the most of his training trying to escape said training. It's only his family money and influence that had kept him from getting expelled. Now a sergeant in the PDF, more because of his name than any real capacity, he passed his day by bullying new recruits and generally abusing his power. Today, he had been summoned by the higher up and told to bring four troopers with him for a patrol. When the he asked why, the Colonel told him to shut up and obey. Useless to say that this did not put him in good mood. Now accompanied by the first four troopers he had come across, he was heading toward the old depot where he was supposed to meet the officer leading the patrol. Understandably, he was surprised when all he found was a cute girl in a leather coat leaning on the wall and half asleep.

"Well, look at that. Hey! Cutie pie!"

She heard the soldier shout. Now, after having passed a whole month into the Underhive, there was nothing he could have said that would have shocked. Still, she was surprised such a low grade soldier, even a PDF, had dared say such an insult to an Inquisitor. Worse if he didn't knew she was an Inquisitor because it demonstrated a lack of respect and discipline. Both of which are basics for a good military and essential for any soldiers. In short, she was not impressed, not confident for the mission and started considering shooting the dumbass. With this established in Kali mind, she opened her eyes and walked past the thug in uniform. Only to get slapped on the ass.

Lucas was never considered a very intelligent men. He was lazy, hateful and greedy but not particularly dumb. Though, he was pretty stupid when it come to women. Brutish kind of stupid. A combination of his father education and the fact the only womens that he had ever gotten were the ones he had paid. So, in light of this fact, one can understand why Lucas had just done what he had done. Kali did not knew that and even if she had it wouldn't have changed what followed.

The Inquisitor turned to the man, quick reading of his grade on his chest, sergeant. She put a predatory smile on her face.

"So, Sergeant, I suppose nobody told you why you are here and who I am?"

Lucas felt strange. It was rare for him to find a woman taller than him, one who looked him straight in the eyes or simply one that seemed to be not at all intimidated. Furthermore, he was feeling what seemed like the beginning of a headache. Kali, her, passed the non-existent mental defense of the man and sent her will bore through his mind. She could hear all the little that happened in the idiot brain as well as the others PDF in the room, knowing what they thought and would do before them.

"What. You're the command sugar? Lost your way to the Colonel office? You know you're not suppose to be here but I could let you good if you're nice." Feeling threaten, he took refuge in stupidity and the habits learned in his previous interaction with the other sex. It was not the smart thing to do.

"Sergeant Lucas. I must say that you truly represent the PDF for me. I am Inquisitor Kali of the Ordo Hereticus and the mission you, me and the others present in this room will accomplish today is a raid against a chaos cult."

Fear sprung into all the troopers mind. First reason, the heretic, one of humanity worse enemy who dared to question the divinity of the God-Emperor. They probably only had seen them in propaganda revue. Second reason, the Inquisition. The left hand of the Emperor had a reputation as dark and mysterious as the Chaos, if not more.

"You're joking, right?"

Kali smile grew cold. "No sergeant. In fact, I don't expect any of you to survive the first ten minutes."

Lucas started laughing nervously. "Yeah. If they're sending a girl I don't think it will be that hard." The room temperature slowly started to rise, unnoticed only by Lucas.

"You know what sergeant, if you can it me before I kill you. You can skip this mission and I will make sure you get, at least, named captain."

She cross her hand on her chest, waiting. The air around her was being slowly filled with ashes, swirling in the now so hot atmosphere that it blurred sight. Lucas took a step back when the wall of burning air hit him. The women in front of her was now standing in the middle of an inferno of cinders and ashes, her eyes filled with blazing white energy. He was heavily sweating, trembling and shivering before reduced to nothing more than a babbling baby in front of this agent of death. His throat was irritated by the burning ash, making him cough, his eyes were dry and hurt by just looking at her, making him cry. Kali, on the other hand, was pouring all of her accumulated frustration on this psychic manifestation and enjoying every moment of it. The fire was fueled by all her rage and contempt for this world, rapidly becoming a blazing flame that she could barely contain inside her soul. Her voice transformed by the power coursing through her sounded like thunder and lighting hitting a burning forest.

"What are you waiting for Lucas. Go ahead. Hit me."

He fell on his knee, a hot liquid soaking his pants for a second before being dried in a second by the scorching manifestation of raw power.

"5, 4, 3, 2, last chance." She was expecting a blind rush or some other kind of attack but it seem he wasn't even capable of moving. Shouldn't have surprised her, she could hear his thought after all. " As you wish. 1, 0.

She liberated the power inside her, conjuring a conflagration that engulfed the kneeling man. Not a scream was heard has is entire skin was set ablaze, mostly because the air around him and inside his lungs had been instantly consumed by the intense raging flames. It only took a moment for his eyes to melt and his brain to be reduced to the equivalent of burned soup. The smell of burnt flesh filled the room as the water inside the sergeant was transform into steam. His fat and muscles were fused together by the heat before being reduced to a black crisp that felt from the bones and was transform into ashes. In total, it only took a mere five seconds to turn this six-foot man into a small pile of cinders and burned crumbling bones. A large scorch circle would soon be the only sign that there had been a man there.

Still smiling, Kali turned towards the others terrified troopers hiding in the corners. They were trembling and looking at her with rightful terror. She took note of that. Next time she would land on a dumb misogynist world, her first move would be to carbonize a PDF. That would give her some respect or a least a normal degree of fear.

Back to the scared PDF. She marched up to them, towering over the troopers in a menacing way.

"Now, soldiers. As I said, I don't think any of you will survive the assault against the heretics. But, your chance will greatly improve if your swallow your pride, follow my orders to the letters and remember your training. Understood?"

They nodded, still in shock.

"Good"

She plucked a little box from her pocket and hit a switch.

"Don't move and don't panic."

In retrospective, it is quite obvious that saying that wasn't gonna calm them and it really didn't helped their nerves when little lightning sparks started to appear in the air with a smell of ionization. Then, an instant later, a blinding light filled the room and Kali felt like every atoms in her body was teared apart, which was probably what was happening on some level, and her nerves were set in fire. It lasted for approximately one second before abruptly stopping and leaving her gasping for air. The scorched depot had been replaced by a dark room lit by large candles and the blinking lights of massive arcane machinery. On the grounds, runes still crackling with energy were forming a large circle. Around them, massive piece of millennia old technology were pointed at them, each having large cable protruding from them like some kind of giant snake that were wrapped around their humanoid servants hidden back in the dark.

From the obscurity, a strange man came. Clad in dark red robes, the five foot man had his face veiled by shadow. Large mechadendrites were coming from his clothing, bearing needles, saw, press, claws, wrench and other tools. His step were heavy, metallic but calculated to be the most efficient possible as he approached the group. The terrified PDF were frozen. Kali, smiling, took a step in his direction, a welcome between her lips.

Only to be interrupted by a high speed thing covered in feathers that slided past him and crashed into Kali.

"Solomon!"

Kali extended her arm in front of her, giving the large eagle a place to rest on which he immediately landed. The large animal feathers were of a deep black while the tip was in a golden tone, as were his sharp beak and claws. On his own, the eagle was a deadly predator. With the enhancement he had received, Solomon had become almost unstoppable. Mechanically, his right eyes had been replaced by a bionic connected to the also bionic eyes of Kali, had had numerous artificial muscle added and even had got anti-grav flight helping equipment and cogitator connected to his brain. Psychically, Kali was linked to him on a deep level. She could feel how Solomon felt, what he saw, what he tasted. Well, in a certain range that is. A range which did not extend up to the massive distance that is the one between someone in a Underhive and another in an orbiting cruiser. Now reunited after more than a month, the bird was happy to be pampered by Kali. Letting go little cries of satisfaction, almost like a purring cat. This act lasted for some time before the Inquisitor remembered where she was and who was watching.

Reluctantly, she put the splendid eagle on her shoulder and faced the servant of the Omnissiah.

"Magos Nikonov, you can't understand how happy I am to see you."

"Welcome Inquisitor" His voice was plane, without any emotional intonation and as calculated as his step were. "Supposition, your presence here indicate the end of the investigation and an imminent assault."

"Correct, as always." Under the hood a green light flashed for a second, the equivalent of a smile. "These men with me are my support for the assault. Can you equip them?"

"Of course. Shock troopers I assume."

Kali's face winced. "PDF."

Two red light flashed. "I see. We will do our best."

"I'm sure."

Rapid beep came from where his face should have been and almost instantly four tech-priest step out of the darkness, surrounding the soldiers. They spoke in unison.

"Please follow us to the armory."

Huddling together like children, they followed the menacing figures.

Once relatively alone, the Magos and the Inquisitor continued their conversation.

"So, Nikonov, have you finished the modification on my Carnodon?"

"Yes Inquisitor, follow me."

Magos Nikonov was, even for the Adeptus Mechanicus, a little odd. With his experience and knowledge, he could have easily get the command of a forge world. The only problem was that in this position, it would take lass than a minute for him to be condemned as heretek and turned into a servitor. To avoid that, he had chosen the path of an Explorator. Thus, ensuring that he could continue to experiment, invent and push the limit of the Mechanicus laws completely unchecked. Well mostly. Even an Explorator has superior and this was the reason why Nikonov had accepted to act as transport for Kali and his master before her. What better cover from authority are there than an Inquisitor. In exchange for their cooperation, Kali and her master got access to something that would get them hunted and executed if proved. Knowledge of some the technological secrets of the Adptus Mechanicus. Of course, not even Nikonov would be as extreme as to reveal the full range of scientific lore possessed by the Mechanicus. But, their level of expertise was probably between an Engineer and a Tech-priest.

Another important point was the favorite subject of Nikonov, as well as Kali, which was weaponry in all their forms. As such, Kali was always assured to wield the most powerful and adapted gun for the situation. It also meant that, as long as she didn't mention Nikonov or show knowledge she wasn't supposed to have, servants of the Omnissiah were generally well disposed towards her. Short, she could disassemble almost any weapons of the Imperial arsenal with her eyes closed and reassemble it all the same. Archeotech and Xenotech, she left them to the Magos.

They made their ways through the Cruiser to the Magos personal workstation. There, laid on a desk, itself in the middle of a control chaos, was Kali heavily modified Carnodon Pattern Precision Hand Cannon. The heavy pistol was already a fine piece of technology on it's own, shooting high caliber rounds with great accuracy. But the upgrade she and the Magos had made had given him even more of a punch. A red-dot laser sight had been added to help her aim and a loyalty spirit had been conjured into the weapon by the prayers of the Magos, ensuring only Kali could fire the weapon. Two useful enhancements. But most powerful and helpful was the Maglev Impeller. This arcane system created a magnetic field inside the barrel of the gun, propelling the bullet at great velocity without recoil. The powerful battery needed to power the device was contained in the revolver handle and was as durable as a lasgun powerpack and as easily rechargeable. In short, with this device Kali could simply load steel ball into the gun and they would have the same stopping power as a normal bullet. But rather than such crude munitions, the Carnodon was loaded with Organgrinder rounds. With no need for propellant, an other mechanism had been installed inside the munition. The result was that once the bullet had penetrated the target, blade sprung from the core and started to spin inside the body of the enemy, grinding his inside. Of course, all of this had made the gun quite heavy compared to others pistols but Kali's bionic arm was strong enough to easily compensate the difference.

Just beside the gun was a more primitive kind of weapon that was no less deadly. A sword with a long and thin blade, more than a meter long and two and a half centimeters of width. The metal from which the rapier was made was from the legendary Lathe worlds, giving it unparalleled strength and structure. The blade edge was paper thin, yet, still flexible enough to withstand the most powerful blows. Even a power field was not enough to shatter the metal. When being wielded by Kali, the rapier was singing in the air and dancing with lightning. The complicated guard of intertwining golden metal threads had little runes inscribed into them, same as the handle and the blade. When resting, they were invisible to everything but the sharpest eye. But when Kali was holding the rapier, they glowed of an eerie red. Like if the metal just had been pulled back from a blazing fire. Seemingly coming from these runes, a blue fire was covering the blade. Inside these ethereal flames, little lightning sparks were crackling and dancing. What these flames and lightning bolts were was the manifestation of Kali psychic potency channeled through the metal by the runes. Anyone wounded by it would feel the raw power of the Warp running inside their body, an almost certain death.

Kali took the weapons with a mix of admiration and excitement. Inspecting them attentively, she relished in the details of the weapons, both the meticulous aesthetic carving and the more mechanical but nonetheless beautiful calibrations. After having extended her examination for the longest time possible, she loaded the gun, kissed the sword and slip both into a holster and a scabbard marked with hexagramatic wards that she then attached around her waist.

"Are the weapons meeting your expectation?" The cold voice brought Kali back to reality.

"It's beautiful."

Three green dot beeped.

"Excellent. Let's continue."

The rest of the equipment was as impressive, if not more. In combination with the Carnodon, she wielded another pistol type weapon for truly heavy target. A Wrath plasma pistol with fine golden carving, a red-dot sight and the power to shoot a miniature sun at her enemies faces. Awesome and practical. Lower on her body she carried a vicious and loud chainknife, capable of tearing apart and terrifying almost any enemy. More discreet was the digi-melta taking the form of a skull ring that she wore on her right index. The ability to melt a traitor space marine on the spot combined with the little girlie fancy of Kali for the ring. Seriously, what kind of girl wouldn't like a black onyx ring with a golden skull carved on it, two ruby eyes and the capacity to shoot melta ray through the nose

Another addition to this arsenal was one of the best armor of the Imperium coupled with one of the best and most complete protection in the galaxy. The first was a set of Sororitas power armor painted to the colors of the Inquisition. Possessing all the high-tech equipments and protection capacity associated with the power armor without being transformed into a giant target. All the surfaces and clothing were in a deep black while the under armor, the rivets, decorations, trims and the belt were in gold. On her back was also her flack coat arranged into a cape, reinforcing her Inquisitor persona and hiding Damaskin Kineblades. The other protection was even more extraordinary, when it worked. Dissimulated into a small necklace in the shape the Inquisition symbol, the conversion field projected an invisible force field capable of stopping the most powerful weapon. When it worked. Kali sensed that one day some desperate person will shoot her with the most underpowered pistol possible and her power field would fail, killing her on the spot. Some would say it his pessimistic, Kali would say the universe his a dick. Finally, last but not the least was the only modification that the armor had received. On the back of the left hand glove rows of discharge tubes pre-loaded with solid metal bolt had been installed, allowing Kali to hurl metal slug without dropping her weapons. The sturdy contraption could even be used in melee to swing lethal punch.

It took half an hour for Kali to gear up. But the glee and jubilation that Kali felt during all of the process might have extended the process a little, especially the ten minutes it took her to choose her grenades. A mix of micro frag and egerian geode being her final choice.

"Is everything on order Inquisitor?"

"As always Nikonov."

They then started the walk back to the teleportarium.

"Have you got a lock on the beacon?"

"Yes. Even under the numerous layers of the Hive we managed to get a strong signal."

"Good."

"I do suppose it is your doing."

"I connected it the power line they have diverted for their own use."

"Using the Enemy crime against them. Effective"

"Thank."

When they entered the piece containing the arcane wonder, the four PDF had been transformed into fearsome elite troopers clad in dark carapace armor and wielding menacing looking hellgun. 'Well, thought Kali, as long as no one look to close. Then they would see shivering children desperately clinging to their weapons. Kali was feeling pity for them. Because of their superiors disdain for her, they had been condemned to die. For a second, she considered sending them back home. But then, it would only extend their life up until the time their officers found them and executed them for desertion or some others stupids reasons. She walked up to them, only to see them make a step back. Guess a black power armor and an eagle on the shoulder give some kind of aura. She sighed.

"Men. I know you are scared, but you are now protected by one of the best armor of the Imperium and wielding weapons designed to bring the most efficient death to His enemy. If you keep faith in His will and stand strong in the face of the tainted enemy of the God-Emperor, you will come back."

That was a load of bullshit but it seemed to calm them, if only a little.

"Now. We will be teleported into the sewer system of the Underhive and from there make our way to the bodies storage room." One of them gulped loudly. "There, we will enter by the back of the heretics lair and send their soul back to the Warp. The resistance should be light at first, only mutants and the usual scum. Once deeper inside we should encounter heavier forces, maybe minors witches or heavy mutants. Leave the chief to me. Understood?"

They nodded. After that, it was simply a matter of according their micro-bead frequency, checking all their weapons one last time and a prayer to the Emperor. Personally, Kali felt he had other things to worry about than them. But, for having seen Battle-Sisters fight, she could not doubt the real power of faith.

When the lightning accompanying the teleportation faded, Kali and the PDF where left in the dark with water almost as high as their waist. In a second, the photo-visor of the armors kicked in and transformed a pitch black into a low daylight. But the sluggish green water remained, unfortunately. Slowly, they started making their way through the sewer of the Underhive. Long tunnels of low quality ceramite covered with Gray mold, small tunnels so rusted that only a little hit was enough to make it crumble and local fauna. What a lovely walk. During the half of a mile walk they only encountered some rats but it was enough to make one of the soldier to scream. Really, screaming because of a three kilograms rat. To make him stop, Kali grabbed a combat knife from one of the other PDF and jabbed it through his throat. The rat one, not the soldier one. Now she had regret about her target choice.

The first contact was at around fifty meters of their entry point where the tunnel they were following came to a T intersection. A pair of deformed mutant were manning a heavy stubber and blocking the main tunnel, entrenched on a little platform. Kali turned toward the men, silent to the exterior but very clear on the inside of everyone helmets.

"Listen up, Solomon will provide a distraction by passing through the maintenance hole. When I give you the signal, you shoot them."

"Mam." The voice was low. "Who's Solomon?"

"Him." She pointed the eagle who was awkwardly walking through a small hole into a large empty pipe.

"Heu... okay."

They waited a couple of minutes, Kali following the progression of her friend by it's bionic eyes. He crawled along the pipe before coming out in the sewers a couple of meters behind the two insult to humanity. He jumped in the air, sliding just above the head of the first mutant and scraping one of the multiples eyes of the second.

"Go."

With gawky movements, the carapace covered troopers advanced in the tunnel, unleashing a volley of high powered laser in the direction of the two things. They should have irremediably burn them, evaporating the water on their Bodies, burning their fat and annihilating their nerves with each laser hit.

A shame all they managed to hit were the walls, the water and the roof. There was a brief moment of silence while everyone was trying to understand what had just happened. A silence that was shattered by the roaring sound of a heavy stubber in full auto. Large rounds started to fill the tight space, digging hole in the ceramite walls or ricocheting at strange angles. Calmly, Kali left hand reached for her Carnodon handle, drew the weapon and waited. Through the eye of Solomon, some fifty meters away and just over the head of the two shooters, she was looking at the ammunitions belt being quickly emptied. The moment that the roar ended, she left her cover, extended her arm and in a rapid succession sent three bullets into the mutants. The two first one hit the gunner, one under the shoulder which bounced into his lung and the other in the stomach. Almost immediately he fell to the ground, holding his belly in a vain attempt to stop his insides from being shredded. The second Damned was hit at the pelvis which instantly shattered. With both leg useless, he fell in the water, struggling to stay afloat for a moment before stopping forever and sinking into the dark water.

The Inquisitor turned toward the soldiers. "Everyone okay?"

"I'm hit!" One of the PDF was fold in half, his hands clamped on his torso.

"Were are you hit?" She moved up to him.

"My chest, it hurt!"

"Let me see."

"No!"

"Let me see."

"No, it hurt too much!"

It was really getting annoying really fast. Rather than continue, she simply grabbed his arm and push it aside to reveal a perfectly fine carapace chestplate without any hole in it.

She sighted loudly. "Oh, God-Emperor help me."

"I'm dead, Emperor, I'm dead right."

She slapped him. "You're fine, idiot."

"But." He was whining at this point. "I feel... hurt."

"That is usually a normal reaction after having been shot."

"But..."

Kali turned away. "Okay everyone, moving on."

One of the PDF spoke. "But, and him?"

"He can walk, but you can carry him if you wish."

They all staid silent, well, expect the falsely hurt.

"What. Help, please."

For Kali, the drawback of dragging this guy had officially exceed the advantage. She raise her gun.

"You can either walk, be carry by your friends or be silenced. Choose. Now."

Almost immediately, he sprung on his feet.

"I'm okay mam."

"Good. Next one who complain won't go any warning. That clear?"

All in unison. "Yes mam!"

"Now shut up and follow."

It's pretty much at this point she started completely ignoring the PDF accompanying her. Kali reloaded her pistol, put both of her weapons back in their sheaths, walked up to the heavy stubbed, looked closely for symbol of the Enemy, found none, quickly cleaned up, reloaded it, picked it up, braced it against her arm and continued her walk. None of the PDF even dared to utter a single world. At this point, discretion was completely out of the way, so the only thing left to do was to blast their way through in the most loud, powerful and messy fashion possible. And so when they encountered the next enemy, a men with a second half-formed head on his shoulder, marked by the eight-pointed star and scavenging a pile of twisted bodies, Kali simply unleashed a burst of bullets without a thought. The heavy caliber munitions tore him in half, from the right of his waist to his left shoulder. The two bloody part of flesh fell atop the rotting pile, giving it another layer of crimson red.

The metal door on the wall at the right of the pile was opened by a panicked looking girl who had three seconds to understand the situation before being shredded by a hail of bullets. Cervical matter, gut, entrails, bones shards, meat and others parts repainted the door. Kali had not even stopped walking during both those actions and reached the door before it had time to slam. The piece she entered was the equivalent of staff room and contained around six others surprised and unarmed tainted life form. They didn't stay surprised for long, nor did they had time to get their weapons. Supersonic lead rounds filled the room, tearing everything in their paths and transforming the small area into something more akin to a meat grinder than a relaxing place. The thunderous roar of the heavy stubber lasted for almost a full thirty seconds, punchings holes in the walls and people indiscriminately, covering the soft plasteel wall with flesh, blood, brain, bones, and other mutants fluids. Finally, the gun ran out of bullets to hurl at the tainted cultist and went quiet.

Stepping inside the gory room and crushing the rest of a rib cage under her boot, Kali tossed the weapon aside and drew her rapier. The moment the blade left it's scabbard, the metal was infused with power. Little lightning sparks were running along the blade and heat was radiating from it, making the air whistle. Still walking, she was making her way toward the other door of the room, left of the one she had entered, before suddenly being interrupted by one of the future dead accompanying her.

"Is the worst over?"

She didn't even turned toward him. "That, soldier, was knocking at the door."

The moment she finished this phrase, seemingly just for the universe to laugh at her or at least that's how Kali saw it, a seven foot brute who had had both of his arm replaced by butcher saw burst through the door. The man at the Inquisitor right screamed and launched a volley of lasers that hit the giant in the left arm. He smiled and sneered loudly as his muscles were burned and his arm rendered half useless but shut up when a psychic lightning bolt struck him directly in the face, scorching it to the bone.

His body didn't even had time to fall to the ground that it was tossed aside by something more akin to a giant spider than the women it once was. At one point, she was probably like so many inhabitant of the Underhive, messy black hair, a pale and ill skin from the lack of sun and the numerous chemical present in the water and the air, an undernourished body, a moral crushed from the moment she was born, a survival instinct on par with the rat and a total lack of opportunities, except for two extremes ones. Between death and heresy, she had chosen corruption. Now, her hair were over a meter long, with filth entangled into it and sick fluids dripping from it. Almost her entire body was covered with thick washed-out green scales. Her belly was gigantic, over sized compared to the rest or her body, and marked with the chaos star. Though carved directly into her body with a dull razor would be a more fitting description. Her legs and arm joint were twisted, able to bend backward and in others inhuman direction while each of her fingers and toes nails had grew several centimeters long, becoming dense and sharp. Her eyes were nothing more than two dead white orb in the center of a skull like face. Lastly, her lower jaw had been split in two and pieces of glass had been inserted into the wound, giving her some sort of mandible like mouth.

After jumping on the table on the center of the piece, the mutated creature hissed at Kali who only narrowly avoided the acid spit. Which was not the case of the PDF behind her. He screamed as the liquid ate through the armor and gnawed his skin. Before the ex-woman could jump at him, Kali levitated the table the mutant stood on and slammed it against the ceiling before letting it crash down. But only the table fell down as the mutant had stuck her legs in the ceiling, maintaining herself up. Without a moment rest, the creature charged at Kali. The sliced flesh of her belly opened, letting a large scythe like dart slide from it. Immediately, the woman slashed at Kali who narrowly avoided it by dodging under the previously mentioned table. On her back, Kali drew her Carnodon and emptied the magazine, shooting through the table in the hope of hitting the soft spot of the monster. Luckily, two rounds found their marks. One broke the dart in two while the second buried itself inside the creature stomach before grinding it's inside. Shaking with pain, the woman fell on the ground, twitching and shivering. Without losing a second, Kali rolled from under the table, leaped up and pinned the spider on the ground one last time. The power running inside the blade filled the Damned body, coursing through the nerves, veins and bones, burning them. Under her scales what was left of her skin began to melt and the marrow inside her bones overheated to the point they shattered from the inside. Finally, the electric manifestation fried her brain. Making both of her eyes pop and gray liquid flow from her eyes. Obviously, she didn't stood up after that.

Kali turned toward the wounded trooper.

"You're okay soldier?"

Slowly, he lifted himself from his prone position. There was a big hole in his chestplate and the visible skin was black. "I... I think I'm alright."

Statement immediately followed by a series of quick burst that sent him backward and transformed his torso into nothing more than chunks of torn flesh.

The door the brute and the spider had smashed down leaded to a corridor a couple of meters long which itself leaded into a large room full of cultist. They were wearing ragtag armor of leathers, clothing and patched flak. Wielding stub revolvers, autopistols and autoguns, all of poor quality, they were firing like mad men. Trading accuracy for volume of fire, which was probably wise in their case, they filled the corridor and the part of the room in front of it with bullets. Dodging the hail of lead, Kali jumped against the wall, left of the door.

Following her example, one of the PDF had also crashed himself against the wall at the right of the opening. The Inquisitor could hear his teeth chattering two meters away. In a way, it remembered her of her own first firefight. If he could made it out of their alive, nothing short of an Ork charge would make him worry. If he could survive. Well, her anger towards the planet officials and values had, maybe, cloud her vision. They were after all, only recruits and had not had the dubious privilege of growing in the hardening environment of an Underhive. That were the thought flowing through her mind when the two other member of the PDF decided to make cowards and idiots of themselves.

"Frak it."

With those two words, they started running back into the sewers. Kali could have stopped them, but if they felt like blindly running through the Underhive sewers, by the Emperor she will gladly let them.

Now, it was only her and... the PDF. Maybe asking his name would be a good idea.

"So trooper, what's your name?"

"Z... Zak mam." He was shaking.

"Okay Zak, it's you and me now. Listen , I will go ahead and deal with them. You, stay here and watch the door. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good, back in a minute."

A second later, she was up and walking down the corridor. Left hand held in front of her, Kali was focusing all of her will and power in the creation of a telekinetic shield able to block the storm of bullets that was directed at her. Slightly shimmering in gold with each impacts, the shield was able to slow down most of the bullet which then had no chance to pierce her armor, or her occasionally working force shield. Not that they had had a lot before but better be cautious than dead. Slowly, she walked up against the lead waves until reaching the enemies.

Covered behind metal crates and junk, the cultists were terrifyingly looking at the black figure that was walking toward them, completely unfazed by the hundred of bullets that were seemingly hitting her. One of the shooters tried to make a run for the elevator behind them and only succeeded into getting a lightning bolt to the back. Next, two ran at her, autopistol and long knife in hands. The first one felt a burning needle pierce her right wrist, a Damaskin Kineblades, that sent a shock of energy into her body, severing the nerves of her hands and rendering it useless. Incapable of properly wielding her knife, she was unable to block Kali rapier which passed right through the girl throat. She twitched for a moment as both her mouth and lungs were filled with blood, inter alia, before sliding off the blade and crashing onto the ground. The second charging opponent was met with a kick to the chest that hit the man right into the solar plexus with enough strength to send him flying backward onto a metal case. A second later, the entire weight of a power armor crashed down on his neck, crushing it. The rest of the enemies were dispatched in less than a minute with the same level of brutality and ruthlessness.

Once the fight over, Kali was left standing in the middle of the room with six bodies, entrails under her left boot, blood over her right hand and a little exhausted by the battle, but she knew it was not the time to rest. Thus, she bent down, ripped off the relatively clean shirt of one of the dead, cleaned her sword and went back to pick up Zak.

In the small room, the odor of vomit had been added to the mix. The boy, now that she could get a good look at him she knew he was definitely a seventeen years old, had removed his helmet. Blonde, brown eyes, fair face, low end of the nobility, he was currently emptying his stomach on the corner.

"Feeling okay Zak."

He jumped a little. Quickly reaching for his helmet and putting it on before turning toward her.

"Yes mam."

"Okay. Now, we're gonna go up a lift. Can you cover me?"

"Yeah, I think I can. I mean, yes mam." He was shaking.

"Good. Follow me."

For Zak, this day had been a suite of the most terrifying moments he had ever lived. First, Lucas had been his usual dick by waking him up with a bucket of water. Then had dragged him to a room were he had continued being a dick with the girl there. She was sexy for sure. Leather coat, cute face, tall, healthy, green eyes, fire hair. But, she was also kinda weird. Not like crazy weird. More like intimidating weird. She didn't even seem to be bothered by the sergeant being an ass. Then, before anyone could understand what was happening, there was burning ashes and cinders swirling in the air. Zak could barely see through it, but what he saw terrified him. The girl coat was flapping in the burning wind that she didn't even seem to notice. Her hair were flying wildly around her head and her green eyes were filled with white hot fire. It was like looking at the very heart of a raging inferno. An inferno onto which you have no control, an inferno that is going to consume you no matter what you do. It was the only thing he could think of before being blinded by a pillar of flames on his left. When he opened his eyes again, in place of Lucas there was now a small pile of ashes.

Everything happened really quickly after that. There was lightning, shadows, strange men in robes who dressed them with weird armor and gave them strange lasgun. Then, the woman came back wearing an heavy black armor with a menacing cyber-eagle on her shoulder, there is more lightning, a long exhausting walk into the filth of the Hive and finally, death. Before that day, Zak had only seen one dead body. A young recruit who had shoot himself in the leg by accident and had died from blood loss. But now, he had seen enough for five life. This woman, she was killing with the same ease as she was breathing. One moment, the room was full of mutants and wretched cultists. The next, there was only blood, guts and flesh everywhere. It was like walking through some sort of gory nightmare with the incarnation of the Emperor wrath at your side. But Zak wasn't sure if it was necessary on his side. As he watched the cultists being butchered, he prayed to the God-Emperor to survive another day.

Kali tried to remember where she was. They had climb four floor, more or less, go down two, more or less, and were now cutting down the last cultists The last encounter had ended with one of the chaos worshiper exploding into a cloud of blood and being replaced by a Furie. She had had to empty six bullets into her face and throw a geode grenade down her throat to take her down. In this case, by making her chest explode from the inside and her inside exit by her gaping mouth . At the rhythm they were going, they would have completely annihilate the cult in no time. But, honestly, this group was not one of the biggest she had seen, far from it. In fact, it's probably one of the smallest she had ever seen. If only this planet wasn't so anti-women, she would have finished this damn investigation in a quarter of the time. Anyway, they should probably encounter the witch leading the cult really soon.

And thus, soon, they were in front of a damn heavy door, almost five centimeters thick of plasteel. And if that wasn't enough of an obstacle, still bleeding heads had been nailed to the door and wall beside it. Apart from the physical stench, there was a repulsion attached to them, the foul smell of sorcery. This Witch had done her homework, the interior of the room was veiled to Kali power, though she could still hear chanting coming from inside and sensed the Warp around her becoming more and more agitated. It was as if the room was the eye of an impending storm. They needed to breach both the heavy door and the witch ward fast and kill everyone inside.

"Zak." She switched her Carnodon for the plasma pistol.

"Yes mam."

"I'm gonna melt the door and break the other protection. The moment there is a hole in the door, I want you to kick it down and throw these inside." She gave him a micro-frag tube. "Then, you and me we gonna run inside and stab every single insult to the Emperor until there nothing but grox meat. Okay?"

"Okay."

A moment passed.

"Put your bayonet on, Zak."

"Oh, eh, yes." After ten second a painful to watch struggle, he finally managed to put his combat knife in place.

"Okay. Ready?" He nodded. It was evident he was highly anxious. With luck he wouldn't stab her by mistake in the furry haze of the fight.

Everything went very fast, maybe a quarter of a minute, like in every fight that matter because the universe don't like it when you have the time to think. Kali sent a wave of power that disturbed the shaky barrier, it could not hold against the power of a true psyker, and pressed the trigger of her pistol almost at the same instant. The beam of blinding white blue plasma hit the door, instantly vaporizing the plasteel and probably everything in a thirty meters line. A second later it had disappeared and Zak kicked open the red hot burning piece of plasteel, what was left of the door, before throwing the grenades inside. Now, if only he wouldn't have stood still in front of the explosion, the action would have been perfect. A micro-frag tube the size of a standard grenade contain around twelve micro explosive that each explode with the same strength as the standard frag. So, simply standing there, he took the equivalent of twelve fragmentation grenades in the face. The shrapnel and the explosions were mostly stopped by the advanced armor, but the shock wave hit him like a bulldozer.

She didn't had the time to worry about him as she rushed inside, if she started to she would be less focused on her own survival and that was the leading cause of death in a fight. The interior of the room she entered was full of shredded body, some by the grenades, some by the cultists. For their dark ritual, they had hang eight women by the feet in a circle, had peeled their skin off and let their life slowly flow down on the ground. Black candles must have been placed under them as she could still see melted wax were they had been. The candles, the only light, had been blew away. On the ground were the bodies of the witches that had foolishly sold there souls to the ruinous power. In the hope of improving their mortal life, they had damned themselves to an eternity of suffering at the hand of the Dark Gods. Result, they had been lacerated by the shrapnel, some to the point that their faces had been reduced to indistinguishable tatters of flesh. There was only two exceptions. A woman with half of her face teared wielding a blood tainted twisted knife and a little girl in the middle of the hanged women circle, soaked in the blood of the victims and with numerous grenade wound on her body.

"Kill her!" The face ripped woman yelled.

As soon as the world had left her mouth, the amount of power coming from the little girl passed from negligible to mind shattering. It was as if the air had been sucked out from Kali lungs. In an instant, the temperature in the room had dropped down to water freezing level, even forming a layer of frost on her armor. The energy that was being accumulated against her was enough to burn her to a crisp and so, she took a split second decision.

The plasma beam hit the little girl dead center. The matter composing her body was completely vaporized by the intense heat, the links between the atoms composing her flesh having been annihilated. She didn't emit a single sound as her entire being was erased from existence, leaving nothing behind but a scorched mark on the ground. In fact, she even seemed to smile. And this smile terrified Kali.

When the girl disintegrated, the Witch screamed.

"Nooooooooo!"

And Kali thought that it was only in cheap holo-tape that people screamed long 'no' in the middle of a fight. Anyway, the Inquisitor used the time she spent screaming to aim at her. Unfortunately, one ten of a second before Kali pressed the trigger, the woman swung one of the hanged corpse in front of the plasma shot. Another vaporization. Before she could shoot again, the Witch had cross the distance between them and was on the Inquisitor. The first knife swing skidded off Kali's armor, the second passed just over her arm and the third was blocked by Kali chainknife. The roaring weapon in her left hand, the Inquisitor blocked, feinted to the right and plunged the blade inside the Witch belly. The grinding teeth of the weapon ripped through the soft flesh, shredding her stomach and entrails and almost slicing her in two. When Kali pulled her chainknife from the woman body, her belly had been reduced to a large gaping wound with jagged edges. With her viscera flowing out, the Witch fell back on the ground, twitching and desperately trying to hold her leaking inside. The fight ended.

As her life was slowly leaving her, the dying woman gaze fell upon Kali.

"Pig." The word softly exited her mouth.

Kali lifted her helmet and, as she was doing it, she could see the look of utmost consternation on the witch face.

"Why?"

"You wanted to change the situation of women on the planet, right?"

She nodded faintly.

"It's exactly what I am going to do after."

"Then... why...?"

"Because the Chaos never bring a better world. Only anarchy and blood would have come from this."

"I only wanted to help."

"I know. They all want in the beginning"

Blood started to drip from her mouth, slowly running down her cheek. Her eyes were set on Kali, filled with regrets and water.

"I... I don't wanna die... not for them."

"Few really want."

She smiled.

"Wat... watch out... for... h... him."

With these last words, the flickering light in her eyes. Kali closed her eyes, it was the least she could do, before standing up and holstering her weapons. What had she mean by 'him'. The Planetary Governor maybe? She hadn't meet the man yet so maybe.

That was the thought that occupied her mind when she felt it. A powerful explosion of power that suddenly hit her in the back and sent Kali flying through the room. She crashed onto the low quality ceramite that composed the wall, sinking herself a couple of centimeters in. The violence of the impact left her dazed while the pressure on her body kept her stuck against the wall. It took the Inquisitor a moment to regain her senses, not helped by the fact that her face was inside a wall, that she couldn't see anything and that breathing is kinda hard when you have ceramite up your nose. But once she had what she sensed almost made her vomit.

She could feel a rapid breathing just behind her ear, a breath that smelled of rotten flesh, dry blood, disease and ashes while a blood soaked finger was playing in hair and a hand was slowly making its way up her leg.

"Pretty." The voice sent shivers down Kali spine. It was like a human voice, but without any heat. Like if something that had only observed humanity through a dark glass and was trying to imitate a human.

"Zak?"

"Ohh, I'm sorry, I think Zak is not really there anymore."

His word had the same accent Zak would have had, yet, it was so different. There was a barely contained violence, a love of pain, of torture, a sickness and more that were oozing from him and digging inside Kali mental wall.

"What are you?"

He was fondling her at this point and Kali could feel it even through her armor.

"A prison." His rasp tongue caressed her ear. It was as if a blowtorch had kissed her skin.

"A Deamonhost." How could the Witch have summon something so dangerous. Bloody stupid. "Why him?"

"Zak? What can I say. The terror, the pain, the lust. What's not to like? But really, I should thank you for my situation. You just kill my stupid bitch of master, brought me a superb vessel full of terror, pain and so much lust."

"B..."

"Shuuu." Kali felt a finger push against her lower jaw, preventing Kali from speaking. "Yes, so much lust. The fiery woman in the leathers coat. All the ideas he had about you, the beautiful thoughts, the perverted mind.."

He was whispering in her ear and is closeness alone was enough to give Kali a taste of bile in her mouth.

"Maybe I should give you a practical demonstration. What do you think?"

Kali gladly answered with a bucking that broke his nose and freed her mouth.

"Nikonov beam me up!"

Instantly, lightning surrounded her as the teleportation started. Ionized air replaced the rotting smell and the power pushing her against the wall disappeared. The last thing she heard before her body was absorbed by the strange energy of the teleportation was a calm sentence of pure malice.

"You need a holiday, somewhere far away."