The Universe of Warhammer 40k

The Emperor's Valiance thundered through the warp as fast as its engines would carry it. The Gellar field was an almost visable bubble of reality, reflecting the lurid colours of warpspace back into the immaterium. The ship is knife sharp, its prow tapering to a narrow blade, the rear section extending allowing space for the two huge engines, spitting blue flames like the dragons of old. The Bridge extended from the middle of the ship, tapering up like a catheadral spire. Inside the ships is spartanly furnished, its corridors dark and lifeless, like the interior of a monastry. On every wall hangs a symbol of the Emperors grace. Be it an aquilla or the stylised I of the Inquisition. Above every bulkhead is a devotion to the Emperor.

Deep in the bowels of the ship are the cells. These make the decks above seem like an opulant pleasure liner in comparison. Each cell is two meters square, containing nothing save the manacles on the wall. Instead of bars, the doors are blocked by a powerful shock field, capable of rendering a bull grox unconcias.

The prisoners are emicated things. Kept without food or basic ammenities they are close to death. They wear grey bodyglove and manacles, and about their necks, like primitive tourques, are explosive collars which are capable at the touch of a button of reducing their heads to atoms. The Inquisition torture these prisoners mercilessly night and day. Once they have broken, they are taken to the end of the passage of cells and reduced to nothing by fire and bolt round.

You awake in your cells, manacled hand and foot with and explosive collar about your neck. The psykers among the prisoners have had limiters implanted inside them, reducing there minds to nothing. The lights are dimming and the humming of the void-shields in front of the doors is dying away. The power must be failing. You are free. Now only to escape the explosive collar and manacles. And an Ordo Hereticus Prisonship

GM waves

Arkus Dylock waves back

GM *pulls on leather trench coat

Arkus Dylock pulls up hood of tech-priest robe