Scene: Archeodeck, The Pillar of Penitence, The Hadronia System Yvonne had been distressed. He was pouring over the vellum-stacks, data-slates and As'patchic communicae data-logs spread haphazardly across his private study. There had been multiple variances and instances of suspected heresies, potential leads and a countless multitude of pleas for assistance emerging in a disturbing pattern throughout the last decade. Yet, despite all these, his anger with pure ichor staring at the latest report he had received when the Pillar of Penitence had emerged from the immaterium, allowing the vessels venerable Astropath to enter a Nuncio trance and receive the encrypted reports from the Mandragora Conclave. He was being summoned for censure That backwater world of Cezaerus II was proving to be an ugly thorn that remained embedded in his consciousness. The taint was clear - the populace allowed a genetic deviancy beyond the acceptable parameters, and had he not bombed the world the recidivistic nature of the deviant-blooded Abominates would only escape into the grander Mandragora, polluting the purity form the Imperium held so dear. He would have to think hard on an adequate response. He was not a man of eloquent words like his former mentor, nor was he charmer with a honeyed tongue like so many priests of the Missionarius Galaxia. He sat, drumming the auto-quill impatiently waiting for the words to formulate in the blankness of his mind - yet all that ever came was ever more emptiness. It was, perhaps, this lack of words that made Yvonne appreciative of the sudden intrusion to his quarters by his acolyte, seconded from the Ordo Bestilius not too long ago. Silas - a prodigal youth with a technical knack few outside the Priesthood of Mars could truly appreciate. His face was scowling, but the break from his own agonising would be welcomed. He bade him with a hand, unaware of Silas' own grievances...
