Day 1

Garvel awoke his vision blurry. He didn’t remember being knocked out, but he must have been. He felt his arms and legs restrained to the chair with thick heavy ropes. From the darkness came a spot light blinding. The Scion’s vision began to refocus and he could see a group of individuals standing before him. It was at this same time it became clear he was no longer in the slaughter house but in what appeared to be a warehouse. A familiar voice spoke to him as he approached from behind the light “It would seem your luck has come to an end boy.” O'Connell’s voice had no cruelty which struck Garvel as odd. Garvel remained silent he knew what was about to come and he knew what to expect, they had trained him for just this. O'Connell sighed “I’m going to assume that Merrick Vendez was just an alias you gave me at the pub, so I’m going to ask kindly to surrender your real name to me.” Garvel remained silent. O'Connell shook his head “You know I’m going to do something terrible to you if you don’t respond. So please save yourself some suffering and just talk.” Again silence. O'Connell shook his head and spoke over to one of his men, “The knife Dempsey.” The rebel fetched the knife as O'Connell rolled up the scion’s left arm sleeve, “You know before I joined up with the Tillers I was a punisher at the Blood Fort. I got really good at hurting people got men to confess their sins against the Emperor, I knew when they meant it and when they just wanted the hurting to stop.” O'Connell took the knife placed against the man’s skin. Garvel gritted his teeth waiting for the torture to begin. O'Connell gave one final glance and shook his head “Stupid boy, they won’t appreciate this you know.” O'Connell sliced into the scion’s flesh and began peeling the skin back towards the scion’s wrist. Garvel tensed in the chair and struggled against his restraints, but he refused to scream rather he let the pain burn a hole in his throat. The second peel was more unbearable and the third even more so. O'Connell prepared the fourth but Garvel shouted “My name is Brit Mactavish, I serve Lord Inquisitor Garrett Randall of the Ordo Malleus.” O'Connell smiled as he looked into Garvel’s eyes “Is that so.” Garvel replied “Yeah, I’ll tell you all you want to know.” O'Connell paused before he shook his head “You’ve been trained for this haven’t you. I almost bought that gak about the Inquisition. Save yourself some suffering and talk.” Garvel feigned panic, though it was only half fake “That’s the truth, I’m an Inquisitorial storm trooper from the fortress world of Jarvak IV.” O'Connell shook his head and began with the knife again.

Day 2

Garvel had a lot of time to think after they were done cutting him yesterday O'Connell ordered his wounds to be dressed and they left him there alone. His first thought was to find a way out but the ropes were to thick and secured too well. He then thought that he still had a job to do, they needed O'Connell for information, he could get that information now if he played his cards right. Again O'Connell walked in with his men and took a seat near the scion. “Tell me off worlder what does Crion mean to you.” Garvel made no response “Nothing, it means nothing to you just some gak hole with a lot of bread. For us its everything.”

O'Connell slumped back in his chair “I had a son once he’d be twenty tomorrow, you remind me a lot of him. He was brave and he knew what was right. He wanted to be a soldier just like me, I was so proud. He died when his squad was dispatched to handle some orks that had taken over a lumber mill at Tonken. He died for nothing trying to be a hero. Stupid boy.”

O'Connell took a breath and looked over to Garvel “I don’t want to hurt you, I’ve killed enough stupid boys like you, boys who thought they were going to be big heroes. You won’t find any glory here so just tell me who are you.” O'Connell put on a pair of Brass knuckles. Garvel took a deep breath and spoke “My name is Brit Mactavish.” O'Connell shook his head “Stupid boy.” And delivered the first punch.

O'Connell stood over the bloody Garvel and shook his head “They won’t appreciate this, no one ever will.”

Day 3

The scion was fatigued he could not sleep in his state and his entire body ached in pain and his wounded arm dominated his thoughts, but still the Scion knew his duty. He was still not yet 25. O'Connell alone walked into the warehouse. He took an informal seat and looked at Garvel. O'Connell just watched him and Garvel thought he would start the dialogue “I’ve thought about what you said. I think your right; they won’t care how much I suffer.” O'Connell let the silence creep in again before speaking “You speak the truth but you can’t see it. You think your comrades will come to rescue you. I have no doubt.” Garvel was confused what kind of interrogator tells his prisoner that he will be rescued? O'Connell spoke “But will they be rescuing you?” Garvel was sufficiently confused. O'Connell continued “You aren’t a person to them. Your resolve is steel you’ve been raised for this, raised to be a weapon. They are coming don’t you worry but they aren’t here for you, they are here for their asset, for their weapon.” Garvel felt in his stomach doubt. A doubt he had suppressed for his entire life. O'Connell spoke “You are a man, a child of our holy god Emperor.” The Major leaned in close and asked “Tell me brother who are you.” Garvel was silent for near a minute before he spoke “My name is Garvel…. Of the 85th Tempestus Scions”