The fit of a respirator was slightly tight, more so than the snug fit he was accustomed to. The pull must have been the result of a hasty grab from his possession, tugging on the bands slightly before he placed it on. When the seal was formed, regardless of his physical comfort, Yvonne Mengsk was relieved by the rhythmic breathing of the auto-filters. "We have confirmation of the cult present, my grace," the Arvus Lander's pilot chimed through the micro-bead in-built in his fully-enclosed respirator "The reports are streaming across the vox-net now." "Patch me in," Yvonne breathed, his voice dark and menacing from the vocal-simulators. "I need to see with my own eye, trooper." "Affirmative, my lord," The stormtrooper operator returned. It had been over a decade since last he had come across them , and he had hoped against the pit in his stomach that this had just been another worker's revolt. He knew better. He had requisitioned the Inquisitorial Stormtroopers from the fledgling Fortress being built on Phaenon Prime on a hunch, a feeling. As the stream of data fed into his auto-senses, he clearly saw the tell-tale signs of corruption that few others would have noticed. His own acolytes did not comprehend the true depth of madness they found themself in. He caught scenes of resistance, but soon fading as the madness spread. "Send an order to the Lord-Captain," Yvonne breathed, weighing the decision he was about to announce. "Tell her to prepare the Life-Eater torpedos." The pilot did not respond immediately, hesitating for the briefest of moments. "My lord...The council will not approve...." He responded tentatively. "It must be done, for the sake of the sector itself," Yvonne said, noting the faces of his Acolytes as he spoke. Each had served him for some time, each had proven their worth a thousand bolter rounds over. And yet, he would have to sacrifice them all to ensure this madness did not spread. "Wait...," Yvonne said suddenly, when a he saw the face . "Amend that order. Time-delay two-hours. Secure a private-line to my acolytes." "Understood my lord," The pilot responded. The balance was shifting. He saw the live feed from the local pict-corders and his acolytes, suppressing the revolt, ignorant of the moment he had almost condemned them to the fate of traitors and weaklings. In a brief exchange their mission parameters had shifted, and their target was now known. The risk had not been worth the chance of corruption - but now it was worth anything to him. Capture him , prepare for extraction. "May the Emperor guide my hand, always," Yvonne whispered to himself once the exchange between him and his servants had concluded.