Chapter 6

Hoth placed a palm over his forehead as he sat down on his Cot on one of the Brethren of Terra ships. "Voice of Peace" was the name of the ship once a great Battleship now the resting place for Marines and Mortals alike.

"I see you've taken up a room?" A mechanical voice spoke as the sound of squealing tracks moved forward. Hoth knew who it was instantly as the squealing came to a stop in front of him. It was Karl the Servitor a maintenance servitor at the best Hoth thought. He had passed by the Servitor once he hand landed on the ship a rusted out name tag on his Rusted Engine had the words "Karl" scrawled on them in blood red paint.

"Of course Karl" Hoth responded as he studied the Servitor his face had some Human skin still left on it but most of it was cut away or blown off by something. His left arm with still Human bone and flesh but other than that all that remained of the Servitor was rusted mechanical parts.

"Would you like anything my lord?" The Mechanical voice screeched as its voice implant was rusted and almost completely missing.

"Nothing yet" Hoth replied removing his leather gloves as the Servitor strolled off its Tracks squealing once again as it left the room. Hoth sighed this was the fourth day since the Fleet had lost contact with their Chapter master and his squad on the Space Hulk. He chuckled he knew they were still alive hopefully anyway. He was still nervous that he was to board the Space hulk in two Days along with six Stormtroopers and a Devastator marine.

"This is Zuma, Hoth are you there?" A voice came from his vox Piece. He scratched his chin as he thought about answering the Annoying Acolyte. He smiled as two Marines in robes walked by both of them busy with Paper work.

"Yes I`m here Zuma" Hoth responded through the vox link his voice choking up. He had secretly hoped the Acolyte would get moved into another Inquisitors Retinue. She was annoying and a brat, He had to admit though She knew how to handle Plasma weaponry better than any other Acolyte. He bit his lip waiting for Zuma to respond with a stupid comment like always, He laid down on the cot as he waited for a response.

"Hoth my lord that Relic you found is a Daemon weapon! It came still beat the Tyranid`s but if you do use it it will turn you to Chaos and if that happens before you reach the Main core…." Hoth clicked the vox off knowing that Zuma was probably just messing with him. He stood up as a Screech came from the Bridge. He grabbed his Bolt pistol and sheathed his power sword before stepping outside of his small Barracks room. He turned to walk towards the Bridge as the screeching continued. He was almost to the bridge but encountered two Scout Marines who aimed their Shotguns at him.

"Back off Inquisitor!" One barked baring his teeth at Hoth. The other one grinned at his brother before chuckling. Hoth was stunned at the scene behind the two Scouts a Figure was shifting around the shadows screaming to distract the Marines while another Figure moved to the Ship`s control panel. Hoth pointed to the Figure but the Scouts just laughed still aiming their Shotguns at him.

"I could have you're whole Chapter Exterminated scouts" Hoth yelled right before the Scouts lowered their weapons their faces grim now. Hoth walked past them and towards the figure who was now operating the Control panel and tore a Handle from it. "Stop right there!" Hoth shouted as he placed the bolt pistol against the Figures unsuspecting head.

"Really?" The Figure asked turned around his face was in tatters some of his skin was pealing off and his left eye was gouged out. He wore a thin Flak coat and had a Autopistol in a holster on his side.

"Yes" Hoth said firing a shot into the Figures head. The figure crumpled to the ground as his skull shattered from bolt turning the Man into a pulp of pink and green Gore. A Marine turned aiming his Bolter at Hoth his helmet covering his expression.

"Who was that?" He asked Hoth aiming his bolter at the dead Cultist. Hoth shrugged and Marine noticed it he shrugged to not worried if the Figure was stupid enough to get shot by Hoth. Hoth heard a new vox link connect through his piece

"Its Zuma again! Why did you cut the link? I`m telling you what the Tech Priest and the Techmarines said!". Hoth scratched his forehead with his free hand before clicking the Vox link closed once again not bothering to ask why Zuma was bothering a Techmarine. He chuckled again at the thought of Her asking a giant Marine to help her inspect a weapon.

"Are you ready Inquisitor?" A Marine clad in Terminator armor said walking towards the Inquisitor. The marine was Terminator sergeant Hurgon a annoying marine just like Zuma,

"Yes I am Marine!" Hoth responded staring at the Body of the dead man a cultist for sure as a Eight star tattoo showed from beneath the Man's shirt. Hoth turned to walk back into his Barracks to gather his thoughts and prepare for Boarding in two days. He moved past the two scouts quickly and swiftly still gripping his Bolt pistol. He was sure the scouts would try something stupid now.

"Why do you keep cutting the link?" Zuma`s voice cut through Hoth`s thoughts. He sighed as he had to respond now.

"Had to deal with something. Now why are you bothering me and a Techmarine?" Hoth asked as he brushed aside his hair. He sat down once again and started to gather his thoughts.

"Because I`ve tried to warn both of you guys!" She replied her voice cracking. She was only 19 a young age to become an Acolyte. She had been forced into the Inquisition after a Battle against Orks. She had seen the whole battle and it was either join or be shot in the head. She insisted on joining the group. She was only 16 at the Time and was more annoying than now. She had asked about everything including the Grey Knights. Hoth had closed that discussion before she could learn anything. He cut the vox once again and laid down closing his eyes and protected his mind from the Psykers.