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Inquisitor Paramus looked to his brothers. To his left, Inquisitor Seamus with his silver cloak and sword. To his right, Inquisitor Graken, his lower face covered in black technology that allows him to breathe.

"It is time," said Graken, his voice raspy and hoarse. With those words, the lights in the chamber dimmed, and from the center, a console rose from the metal ground. A bright blue light shone from the console as a small camera flicked from the console and pointed at the trio. With a small hum, the camera scanned them, then tucked itself back into the console. The screen flickered, then flipped so that it faced upward. The console then lowered itself back into the floor, and an image appeared in front of the three.

The image of a lone man stood there and a sense of unease took over the three Inquisitors. The man was young, not even forty. His robes of red, gold, and silver were vibrant, even through the static of his holographic form. His gaze was stone cold, and tore into the three Inquisitors. This man was a man of war, of incredible power and infamy, a man who imposed his presence on anyone who stood before him. He did not outrank the Inquisitors. He did not command them. But his very presence, through countless star systems, in a shaky, jumpy hologram shook the three Inquisitors.

"Hello, Nicholas."

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Inquisitor Paramus looked to his brothers. To his left, Inquisitor Seamus with his silver cloak and sword. To his right, Inquisitor Graken, his lower face covered in black technology that allows him to breathe.

"It is time," said Graken, his voice raspy and hoarse. With those words, the lights in the chamber dimmed, and from the center, a console rose from the metal ground. A bright blue light shone from the console as a small camera flicked from the console and pointed at the trio. With a small hum, the camera scanned them, then tucked itself back into the console. The screen flickered, then flipped so that it faced upward. The console then lowered itself back into the floor, and an image appeared in front of the three.

The image of a lone man stood there and a sense of unease took over the three Inquisitors. The man was young, not even forty. His robes of red, gold, and silver were vibrant, even through the static of his holographic form. His gaze was stone cold, and tore into the three Inquisitors. This man was a man of war, of incredible power and infamy, a man who imposed his presence on anyone who stood before him. He did not outrank the Inquisitors. He did not command them. But his very presence, through countless star systems, in a shaky, jumpy hologram shook the three Inquisitors.

"Hello, Nicholas."