Lady Elizabetha looked up as her acolyte walked into the room. The women wore a dark red dress in the style fashionable amongst nobles in the Gloriana system, her long hair powdered white. She walked awkwardly. The good doctor had done his best on the wound on her leg but it would still be some time before it was fully healed. Her mistress looked remarkably well considering the extant of the wounds she had suffered, the result of the enhancing nature of the Juvenat drugs the Inquisitor habitually took.
"This has gone far enough, Roberta," Lady Elizabetha said to the acolyte. "The xeno witches have played havoc with our plans one too many times." Lady Elizabetha stood and Roberta followed her out of the room. "Have you carried out my instructions?"
"Yes, m'lady," said Roberta. "I'm assured that they will be combat ready within a matter of days." They two women walked down a shadowy hallway, hidden in the labyrinthine construct of the Samarobrivan Planetary Administratum building.
"Excellent," said Lady Elizabetha. "Maybe we'll soon be able to give them something they won't have planned for." They entered a small room, the door unlocking when it's complicated sensor array recognised the Inquisitor's bio-signature. It was filled with maps, charts and cogitators. Lady Elizabetha picked up an auto-stylus drawing of a tall figure in ornate armour. Roberta was shocked to see a flicker of what could have been rage in the Inquisitor's normally controlled features. "You may leave now, Roberta," said the Lady, and, taking her cue, Roberta curtisied and left the room.
Left on her own, Lady Elizabetha sat back in a chair and looked through the reports collated by her network of informants. She had never seen the Eldar in the field of battle before this recent conflict and what she had seen had impressed her. The Ordo Xenos painted the Eldar as a doomed, dying race, but little had she been prepared for the ferocious devastation that could be wrought by their advanced weapon. And then there was the Farseer, as the xenos called them. The part of her brain Lady Elizabetha kept under strict control tingle when she faced him on the battlefield. There was potential there, the germ of a great power. Vague premonitions had been filtering through to her consciousness, despite her rigid defences against her own psychic powers, and the Inquisitor knew that she was soon to face a fight the likes of which she had never known before. She picked up the auto-stylus capture of the Farseer again and smiled.
"You have my attention, little witch. Now show me what you can really do..."
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