++Voidreavers, Assault on Betrayal++ In orbital alignment with Xurunt, the Voidreavers fleet of ships seems to sit lifeless and unseen. Within the fields that conceal the fleet from prying eyes and scanners, a small transport shuttle hums towards its destination. A massive Daemonship, reminiscent of the Terminus Est, casts a baleful shadow. On board the ship, 6 individuals sit in an uneasy formation, not knowing each other or why they’re together now. Nero: What’s the meaning of this? The crew looked at each other, no one knowing exactly what to say. Ajax: Pilot, are you aware of what this is all about? Pilot: We are heading to The Displacer, you’ve been summoned by Espertine, for reasons unknown. A few uneasy looks were exchanged amongst the un-introduced. Shortly after, a silence hung like a cloud of discomfort as the transport began to dock the Daemonship. The doors opened and a loud booming voice ordered everyone off of the vessel. The group marched out into the midst of Veridenus personal retinue. Once everyone was out of the transport, the World Eater guards had seized the pilot and copilot, forcing them down to the ground before cutting their heads clean off. As screams and blood gurgled out, pools formed at the feet of the warriors. The event left some confused as to what they got themselves into, their contemplation disrupted by a loud shout from the World Eater: Move! You are to meet Veridenus personally. Ajax let his curiosity get the better of him and he took note of the brass, yet flesh looking walls and how they radiated an unnatural heat. As he approached the hull for further inspection, he saw that it had moved at his approach. He struck the wall, bruising the fleshy brass slightly, as it sweltered, it turned red hot. Ajax: This ship lives... He is abruptly shoved by the World Eater behind him. Markus begins to shift uncomfortably, a dull ache pounds his head and he can feel the hatred from the Eaters of Worlds, as they focus on his every step. Almost as if they're hoping he does something, anything that would allow them to tear him apart. Even the ship itself seems to pour it's hatred onto him... Markus: Can we hurry this up a bit, I am not sure I am truly welcome here. With a nervous glance over his shoulder, he gets a response from Brynjar: I too, feel the hatred pour onto us, as if our very presence is offending some dark entity… The Closer the players get to the war room of the Daemonship, the more the hull starts to look like Daemons physically bound to the walls, as their faces can be seen and hatreds heard. The Psykers can sense that Khorne’s grip on the Voidreavers is tightening, that and their time may be growing short as welcome members amongst the crew. The group entered the War room; there standing in front of round marble dais was Veridenus. He stood nearly half a meter taller than his World Eater guards standing to his flank. When he spoke, there was a gurgling his of boiling blood deeply hidden in his voice… Veridenus: Worms, groveling, weak and wretched worms. I have brought you here for a simple reason, to purge those who would stand against me. You may ask why I have chosen the lot standing here in front of me, it’s because… you’re unknown. Nobody cares who or what you are. You will arrive on each of my ships, investigate who or what is causing a rising and quell it. Must continue to go unnoticed, you must be overlooked. Failing this, you will forcibly extract the details of who my enemies are and who or what they serve. I have silenced communication between my fleet, to ensure those who lurk can’t alert the others. Root out the spies and tear them apart, bring me their skulls with the brain intact. If you’re discovered, the other ships should remain unaware unless you’re failure is so great. Before you think to yourself that “I should reconsider…” know this, for every enemy destroyed, I shall reward you. For every little betrayer and schemer you pluck from the bosom of their conspirator, I shall ensure your name is known. But if you betray me, I will take everything from you… The group formed a pact in blood, this pleased Veridenus greatly, though he did not display such pleasure. Veridenus: My fetid Worms, your first order as my new Cabal… Visit my wrath upon Kas, my first lieutenant and most ambitious killer. He has an unnatural love for blood and his ship, Vendetta, is filled with all sorts of oddities from his conquests. His black sword, which he named after himself is something to be cautious around… Find out where he stands in this web and if he is against me, butcher him. Now leave me. Nero: Before we go, I want something in return, as I serve Abaddon and his rule is absolute. I require Star maps and webway locations, grant this to me and I shall perform what you request in exchange. Veridenus: Abaddon you say? He holds no sway here in the Vortex; his domain resides in the Eye of Terror. Let him come and assert his domination if he dare. As for you, you can find them yourself, I will give you nothing and you will obey. Nero: … Veridenus: Begone.