<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VrraDbNcxM" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VrraDbNcxM</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cy9DbJdZut0" rel="nofollow">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cy9DbJdZut0</a> The man screamed. In a plume of smoke and fire, his flesh parted ways, ignited by the raw power of the Immaterium. His skeleton lay ensconced, held crucified in the machine. Tech Adepts were busily attempting to direct their servitors to extinguish the fire that erupted and the smoke from overworked capacitors and fried circuits. The third one this week. Yvonne Mengsk stood at the balcony, watching from on high with his master, Inquisitor Hildenmund Marx. The older man seemed displeased. Yvonne held no interest in such a...arcane machine. He had little interest in learning it's secrets, or it's purpose. But he was called to be his master's arm, alone among the other Acolytes. His master trusted him, and for that he was pleased. He heard heavy metal footsteps approaching, and he was pleased as well to see the familiar face of Eram Arcturus, a fellow associate and friend of the Inquisitor. "The subject failed due to a corruptive fracture of his psyche," Eram reported in punctuality. "The Immaterial backlash could not be contained in time. This subject was promising - the top of his Scholastica class." "What is causing these fractures?" Hildenmund breathed out wearily. "The subjects are being torn apart...by avarice, greed, lust, cowardice," Eram stated simply. "Quite simply - their own frail humanity is turning inwards and devastates the core. " Hildenmund Marx sighed again. "Are you saying...that a suitable host cannot be forged by a man?" "It can," Eram announced. "But it must be...the most pious of men. The most...pious of psykers. One whose Faith can override the human conditioning." ---------------------------------------- Inquisitor Mengsk opened his eye suddenly, realizing he had fallen asleep upon his study. He wiped the pooling drool from his cheek, as he sighed deeply before taking a swig of his flask. With a twist he closed the cap, lowering his arm and leaning back. "I have no choice. I have no choice," He muttered to himself. "There is no other way." He closed his eye, the effects of the amasec striking him in a stupor once more.