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Somewhere, in the Jellowship's security room...

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A hiss of static. ++Repeat? Say again?++

"He's here, he's gakking here! Entity 30980421 is here!" shouted the man at the seat, staring at the camera for the camera for the suggestion room, radio frequency to an outside source.

++Praise the Emperor! Target has been located. Please give us your co-ordinates for immediate reinforcements.++

"He's going to kill us, he going to kill us fething all!" cried the man, having missed completely the point of the response.

++Gives us the co-ordinates, NOW! Before he get's away! If you don't comply, Entity "Shadow Kitsume" will be the least of your worries.++

Though the fear of the entity was great, the man knew what happened to those who failed to carry out orders in fear, and knew that with the beast, at least his suffering would end quickly. Scrambling through the papers on the desks, the man finally stopped upon finding the piece he was looking for. "He's in, S - Sector 9 of Hemisphere A, Quadrant two and block 11C. Throne, he's going to kill us all. Kill us all..."

The woman on the other side of the communication shut his link. The man was afraid, and rightfully so. The Entity he located had escaped justice too many times to count, and no matter how thorough the banishment, always came back to bring more destruction.

Turning in her chair, the Inquisitor flicked a new switch on the control pad, activating the communique in Jusitcar Orodai's quarters.

"Justicar, prepare your men and report to Teleportation Bay C in the next twenty minutes. Target has been aquired."

++Understood, we'll be ready in ten.++

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In the main thread...

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A tingling sensation could be felt by all in the room, similar to that felt the moment before a thundercrack, along with a feeling of pressure in the head and a ringing in the ears.

A moment later with a thunderclap of air displaced from its original space, eight shining, silver-metallic soldiers appeared. Blessed runes marked their armor, glowing brightly from the recent travel through the Warp to the desired location. All the warriors bore an emblem on their left shoulder, a sword through a book, and carried large halberd-like blades that seemed to glow with power. Each soldier stood just short of three meters in height, and all had helmets that obscured their faces. A smell of incense wafted from the soldiers through the air, reach all the people in the room.

Six of the warriors bore large calibre guns along their left hands, firing grips built into the arms. The other two were armed with quite different weapons. One carried what appeared to be a large flamethrower, looking like it would be more fitted for a tank then a man. The other carried an even larger calibred gun then the rest, the gun and ammunition magazines clearly marked with runes similar to that on the armor of the soldiers.

With a grace unnatural for such large warriors, the soldiers instantly turned to face their target, the one who seemed to draw shadows towards him and was speaking with one who apparently held power in the so-called 'Guild'.

"By the authority of the Holy Inquisition, you have been marked Damnatus and Daemonic Diabolous. How plead ye, Entity 30980421, or, what you respond to, ShadowKurokitsume?"

The warriors showed no signs of awe or fear, standing where they were when the first words were spoken. It spoke of leaving the Warp, a small feat as far as the warriors were concerned. Still, it meant that banishment may be the only outcome.

"We have fought your kind before. The battles have been costly, and the victory only temporary, though we have succeeded, and we shall succeed again. Answer, how do you plead to these accusations, beast?"

As one, the soldiers leveled their ranged weapons at the target, those using one handed weapons gripping their Nemesis Blades tightly, ready to engage if need be. Over personal comm-beads in their armor, the Holy Soldiers chanted the Litanies of Banishment and Pure Faith.

An admission. A poor one, though one non-the-less. There was something wrong, though. The Daemon was too smug, and the shadows around them shrunk in size, where as a moment ago the room was filled with them.

The possibilities raced through Orodai's mind in a fraction of a second. Shadow based attacks, Warp Beasts inside the shadows, a weakening from their pressence, Warp Disturbance...

With all but one possibility, Orodai felt that whatever the Daemon was doing, it would not end well. Mentally switching to squad communications, Orodai gave the order.

"Fire."

The Psycannon would strike first, the holy bolter rounds made to penetrate daemonic aura's and crack psionic fields around daemons, then blow apart their bodies with .75cal bolts blessed on Holy Terra itself.

Next would be the dozen-or-so blessed rounds from his and the similarly armed Grey Knights Storm Bolters. Though possessing less of a blessing then the Psycannon, and a lower rate of fire, they were still deadly enough to the lower rank of Daemons.

A fraction after, a short burst would be fired from the Incinerator, blessed fuel spewing white hot flames upon the Daemon.

Within a second, all the weapons had started to fire, a bright glow from the Incinerator illuminating the area.

The Daemon was good. It had erected a barrier to protect itself from the rounds, and had stopped most of the incomming fire from the initial bursts. Two small spllatters stained the floor where it had been, curiously of different colors.

The shadow being following the Daemon, formed into the visage of Death itself, had intercepted the Incinerator blast intended for its master, also injured though not broken.

"Controlled bursts, half fire and half wait. When one reloads, give them cover! In nomine Imperiator!" shouted Orodai, the fire quickly lowering to half the ammount, while Oradai watched his ammo counter drop rapidly. This would not be a good time for them to reload at once.

The Psycannon lowered its rate of fire too, allowing the Incinerator to lead. When the Fuel canister would be replaced, the Psycannon would unload as much as possible to keep the enemy down until the Incinerator would be combat ready again.

((EDIT: Half-fuel in Incinerator's first fuel Canister, 3 GK's at 40% (16 rounds) ammo for current bolter magazine, 3 at 10% (4 rounds), Psycannon at 10 more rounds (Of 30) before reload. ))

((OBJECTION! The only shadow is Me. There's me and the robot. That's it.))

The Robot in question was little more then slag. the Scythe, however was still perfect due to two energy sources, one a blessing, one the power they where to destroy. A construct of light and dark, making the perfect shadow weapon. Engraved on the blade was little more then "Skull One."

Nothing in the room or duct moved, with the exception of the shadows enemy's.