Get to know that Prisoner

Ri’ven seemed unusually happy after his recent boarding action. You encountered him at the outer hatch of your specially assigned complex. It had been one of you and Anna’s first ideas to reinforce the hatch with some extra Adamantium layers and anointments of holy oil. Although the stink of the armoured blast door sweating out the holy fluids is weighing heavily on your nose, you and Anna were not into taking any chances. The golden Inquisition insignia flared menacingly from the ablative layers.

“Greetings my Master. I trust you were overseeing every detail of our Attack? Was a close one I have to say – When they pulled that stunt with that Weirdboy, I have to admit, I thought we were dead meat” he greets you, intent on reliving his latest moments of retarded Heroism. “I have to admit Crick made it very hard for us this time when that Eldar came…”

You silence him with a glare. He gulps briefly as you let a little bit of your mental power light your eyes.

“Y-Yes the prisoner right, a female Eldar. She seemed to be interacting with the orcs in some way. Auspex reported psi activity, so I had Pius go in first. After that Marika silenced her with some psi- tranquilizers. She’s in there now. Little bit dizzy in that xenos head but awake.”

Snorting, you pass your Acolythe and step into the interrogation chamber. It’s a 4*4 metres room, no windows, the wall stripped to the bare metal bones of the god machine transporting you. Floor and ceiling had been treated likewise.

In the middle two chairs had been melded into the floor. On one sat a strange, fragile form, clad into an alien looking suit of white and black colour. Most of her clothes seemed to consist of some strange looking silk, the pattern broken by some pale plates of armour crafted from some strange material. From time to time strange looking runes were engraved on her dress. Her helmet had been removed revealing an untameable cascade of brunette hair framing a thin but unmistakingly non-human face.

Marika had installed some Infusion Boxes on her left side and linked them to her arm, infusing her with a steady trickle of muscle relaxans and psi tranquilizers. To your experienced eyes she seemed to be unhurt, although you could only guess the psychic trauma she had experienced when she encountered your Arco Flagellant without its limiter deacitvated

As you enter the room, her cold blue eyes fix you with burning hatred. You briefly wonder how to proceed. Maybe you could let Khaleb or Ri’ven screw her into cooperation? Or maybe someone else from your retinue? On the other hand the idea of getting your share of elder ass appears to you.