Editing Between the Darkness/Session 01 (section)

==[[Atella Ummidia]]'s Introduction==
''Tylorva'' There has been an utterly WILD party to celebrate someone's promotion to Proctor. 
How much does Atella drink?

''Atella'' probably quite a lot

''Atella'' bad memories and all that

''Atella'' first there was dancing

''Atella'' then drinking

''Atella'' she vaguely remembers 'stripsearching' a man and two women

''Atella'' doing bodyshots off... two? people

''Atella'' spanking... someone? maybe?

''Atella'' kissing people?

''Atella'' it's all a blur

''Atella'' there was a LOT of drinking

''Atella'' so probably a lot more happened

''Atella'' she just doesn't remember

''Tylorva'' So the usual party activities keep Atella busy for quite some time.  
For as much as she can remember anyway.  The morning after comes.  
Only something immediately feels off.  You open your eyes to find yourself in a dark room with a single bright light shining down straight at you.  
When you try to move you can't - you're strapped down to the table.

''Atella'' "Hey! What's this? This isn't funny! Gaia? Is this your idea of a joke?"

''Tylorva'' There is no response.

''Atella'' "Come on, guys! I'm sorry for whatever I did last night!"

''Tylorva'' The silence continues for the next hour or so...

'''Atella''' gives up yelling after about 15 minutes

'''Atella''' struggles a few times, but if it's obvious she's not going anywhere, 
she'll stop that too

''Tylorva'' Eventually the door slides open, and a figure slides in.  
It looks like some kind of tech-adept but is draped in black robes rather than the standard red ones.  
A vicious-looking mechadendrite hovers over its head as it approaches the table.  
++ Identify ++ it says in a mechanical voice.

''Atella'' "I am regulator Ummidia of the Emperor's Arbites. 
Whoever you are, you are making a BIG mistake keeping me here like this!"

''Atella'' "Release me at once!"

''Tylorva'' ++ We know ho you are ++

''Atella'' "Then why have you tied me up here?"

''Tylorva'' ++ Why not? ++  The mechandendrite hovers over your body holding a very sharp-looking needle.

''Atella'' "If you do anything to me, the Emperor's wrath will rain down on you! My friends are probably looking for me already!"

''Tylorva'' ++ They are not. ++  The tech-adept buzzes for a moment.  ++ You are in the hands of the Inquisition.  Compliance is recommended. ++

''Atella'' "What?! Why?! Is this that piece of drek Adexa's doing?! I have done nothing wrong!"

''Tylorva'' ++ Everyone is guilty of something. ++

''Atella'' "Okay, so I've bent procedure here and there, but it was all for the emperor! I never broke the Lex Imperialis!"

''Tylorva'' ++ The Inquisition is unconcerned with such matters.  Speak of the man at the party. ++

''Atella'' "Man? What man? Enforcer Barak?"

''Tylorva'' ++ No. ++

''Atella'' "Who then? Seriously, you're going to have to help me out here. Everyone knows I forget when I drink, and I drank a lot"

''Tylorva'' ++ Your mind will be unlocked. ++

''Atella'' "That sounds... ominous"

''Tylorva'' ++ And then it will be cleansed. ++

''Atella'' "What? I have done *nothing* wrong!"

''Atella'' "I am not some heretic criminal!"

''Tylorva'' ++ That is for us to judge. ++

''Atella'' "Are you even really the inquisition?"

''Tylorva'' The tech-adept flips open a panel on its arm and the seal of the Inquisition appears above it glowing brightly.  ++ Yes ++

''Atella'' "Fine, you are one. I still have no idea who you're talking about. Why are you asking me questions about 'a man' at the party?"

''Tylorva'' ++ He is a heretic ++

''Atella'' "I still have no idea who you're talking about. Help me out here."

''Tylorva'' ++ His name is Janus Sand.  He seduced you by showing a seal of the Inquisition. ++

''Atella'' "What? I don't remember anything like that."

''Tylorva'' ++ The amount of intoxication in your blood stream reflects this statement. ++

''Atella'' "The only men I remember talking to or doing things to, were also arbites... well, and women too"

''Tylorva'' ++ So you do remember the events of the party? ++

''Atella'' "up until a certain point, yes"

''Tylorva'' ++ So how can you say with certainty that this did not happen? ++

''Atella'' "Well, for one, I really don't like inquisitors, so I doubt I'd have given him the time of day, even if I was intoxicated. No offense."

''Tylorva'' ++ This is mere speculation. ++

''Atella'' "Look, if you know who I am, you know my history with inquisitors. You guys are not my favorite people."

''Tylorva'' ++ This is irrelevant.  You memory will be returned. ++  The needle on the mechadendrite starts zooming closer and closer to your right eye...   

'''Atella''' starts screaming and thrashing against her restraints. "Keep that thing away from me! I mean it! I'll shove it where the sun doesn't shine!"

'''Atella's''' voice cuts off as she almost drowns in her own vomit.

''Tylorva'' ++ You have no choice... ++ 
Despite Atella's best efforts, she is firmly strapped down, and she thankfully blanks out as the needle pierces through her eye and into her brain.  
When she wakes up an unknown amount of time later, she's has a horribly pounding headache and her eye is completely bloodshot giving her vision a reddish tone, 
but she does now remember the events of the party.  
She did indeed leave with a man named Janus Sand, who did indeed show an Inquisition seal.  
At the time she thought it was ever so funny...  
Drink does that to you.

''Atella'' "I... remember now... What about him? He was a good lay, then he left..."

''Tylorva'' ++ He is a heretic.  Your body is tainted with the fluids of heresy. ++

''Atella'' ...

''Atella'' "So I'll wash it out or something, take some pills."

''Tylorva'' ++ Your presence is completed.  Your mind will be cleansed and 
re-programmed to the service of the God-Emperor. ++

''Atella'' "What?! I already serve the god-emperor! You're NOT taking my mind!"

''Tylorva'' ++ This is not for you to decide. ++

''Atella'' "I'll fight you! Damn you! Let me out of these restraints!"

''Tylorva'' ++ No. ++  The tech-adept sweeps out of the room, leaving Atella alone again.

'''Atella''' screams invective after him

''Tylorva'' There is silence.

'''Atella''' rages on for a while longer, then falls silent.

'''Atella''' tries her bonds once more

''Tylorva'' A good couple of hours pass before the door slides open again.  
This time it is three people, all dressed in identical grey robes.  
Even you can feel the hum of the warp coming off them.  Psykers.

''Atella'' "You stay the hell away from me!"

''Tylorva'' They all speak, each one saying one word in the sentence and taking turns.  
"Judgement" "Has" "Been" "Passed".  "Cleansing" "Is" "To" "Begin"

''Atella'' "Don't you dare!"

'''Atella''' struggles against her bonds again

''Tylorva'' "Do" "Not" "Resist". "Resistance" "Is" "Pain".

''Atella'' "Pain? You'll feel real pain when I get out of this!"

''Tylorva'' "You" "Will" "Feel" "Nothing" "After" "This"

''Atella'' "Tempting as that sounds, thanks but no thanks!"

''Tylorva'' They come closer, surrounding her, each placing deathly cold spindly fingers on the side of her head.

'''Atella''' shakes her head

'''Atella''' screams "don't touch me!"

''Tylorva'' Their grasp tightens.

''Atella'' "Damn you! Let me go! Don't do this!"

''Tylorva'' "You" "Will" "Be" "Silent".

''Tylorva'' You find yourself unable to open your mouth.

''Atella'' "Mmmm!"

''Tylorva'' They return to what they were doing.  
Gradually your consciousness flees.

''Tylorva'' You awaken, your head pounding.  
But your memories seem to be intact.  
You are in a different room and are no longer strapped to the table.  
Instead you are on a cold rockcrete floor.  A tall man in ornate carapace is standing over you.   
"It seems it is your lucky day." he says very coldly.

''Atella'' "What... Who are you? What happened? I thought you bastards were going to wipe me"

''Tylorva'' "If you do not want that to happen, I suggest you show some respect.  You are currently live on the whim of my mistress only."

''Atella'' "You abduct me out of my bed, leave me strapped to that table for hours, stick stuff in my *brain*, try to wipe my *mind* and you want *respect*? 

''Atella'' "Respect is something you earn"

'''Atella''' glares up at the man

''Tylorva'' He scowls.  "I am an Interrogator in the Emperor's Holy Inquisition.  
Respect is something I get.  And if you want to live longer than the next 30 seconds..."  
He cocks his bolt pistol, pointing it at your head. "... I suggest you show it."

'''Atella''' mutters some not so nice words under her breath

''Atella'' "Fine... sir. Who is your mistress?"

''Tylorva'' "That's better."  He lowers his weapon.  For now.  "My mistress is Inquisitor Vika Shaeye."

'''Atella''' shrugs

''Atella'' "I'm sorry, am I supposed to know who that is?"

''Tylorva'' "Do you have reason to?"

''Atella'' "well... she got me here"

''Tylorva'' "You should thank her for it.  If it were up to me, you'd be fully mind-scrubbed by now."

''Atella'' "So... when do I get to meet my benefactor then?"

''Atella'' "I mean, she 'rescued' me for a reason, right?"

''Tylorva'' "SHE thinks you can be useful to her.  Can you?"

''Atella'' (Atella knows her intimidation. This is a classic. Atella's not impressed ;)

''Tylorva'' (( He's not even trying, yet. ;) ))

''Atella'' "I dunno, what does she think I can do for her?"

''Atella'' "I'm assuming she doesn't want me to warm her bed... or does she?"

''Tylorva'' He cocks his pistol again.  This time he looks like he *really* means it.  
"You have ten seconds.  Nice... eight..."

'''Atella''' sighs

''Atella'' "Fine, I'm sorry."

''Atella'' "I'm sorry I insulted your inquisitor. I'm sure she's very nice and would never want me to warm her bed"

''Atella'' "Just... don't shoot me, okay? She wants me for something, doesn't she?"

''Tylorva'' "Display attitude again I will shoot you."  (( You believe him. ))

''Atella'' "Fine, okay, I believe you."

''Tylorva'' "My mistress wants to know what skills you can offer her."

'''Atella''' mutters something that might sound like "didn't she save me because she knew all that already?"

''Tylorva'' He turns to leave.  "The psykers will returns shortly to cleans your mind."

''Atella'' *louder* "I'm a regulator. I can drive ground vehicles. I can investigate things like no-one else. I can track suspects."

''Atella'' "People like me... well, usually, you don't seem to"

''Tylorva'' "Your files state that you killed your brother and his wife for being heretics."

''Atella'' "... I did. What of it?"

''Tylorva'' "My Inquisitor commends you."

''Tylorva'' "This is the only reason why your memories are intact."

''Atella'' "Well... I'll thank her when I see her"

''Tylorva'' "Ensure that you do.  Lady Vika Shaeye... is a person to stay on the right side of.  If you wish to live, that is."

''Atella'' "So... now what happens?"

''Atella'' "can I at least get up off the floor?"

''Tylorva'' He gives you a long gaze.  Then nods.

'''Atella''' clambers to her feet with some difficulty

''Tylorva'' "You will not return to the Arbites.  Your previous life is over.  
You are now in the employ of Inquisitor Vika Shaeye.  
Serve her well and your future will be prosperous.  
Fail her and you'll seen have a bolt shell in your head.  
Do you understand me?"

''Atella'' "... yes. Will my friends, my... mother... be notified?"

''Tylorva'' "They will be notified that you will not be returning."

''Atella'' "well, that's something I guess"

''Atella'' "so... are we off to see the lady? Or should I freshen up first?"

''Tylorva'' "You will be working with others.  You will meet them soon.  
I suggest you clean yourself up."

''Atella'' "I'd love to... where?"

''Tylorva'' He leads you out of the room and points at another door.  
Inside is a small bathroom with a shower.  
Inquisition-issue soap is provided.

'''Atella''' takes a relaxing shower, insofar that's possible

''Tylorva'' When you come out, it seems some clean clothes have been provided.  
Nothing fancy - just a plain shirt, jacket and breeches.

'''Atella''' dresses

'''Atella''' looks around

'''Atella''' thinks "now what"

'''Atella''' tries the door