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I ran silently through the back corridors of the rogue trader's ship, how had it all gone so wrong?
Long hours spent observing the retinue, the Interrogator, the assassin, the tech-priest, the Sororitas, the Seneschal, and the Navigator always holed up in her sanctum. The Corpse Emperor's most devout and canny servants. But none of them could have known what we planned, I had been so careful -
"Captain, here!"
I turned the corner and something impacted my shoulder. I heard the report of a firearm as I flew back against the bulkhead.
"Masterfully done Idira, perfect timing." The captain lowered her shotgun, smoke rising from the barrel.
The psyker. The fortune teller. Of course. I had missed her, somehow, she stood in that corner of the captains deck, and the Rogue Trader scarcely spoke to her so I'd thought -
"He appears to still be breathing. Idira, take care of him would you?"
"With pleasure, Lord Captain."
I looked up as the pressure in my skull started to build.
Idira stood above me, eyes glowing with the power of the warp, a halo of crackling energy, joyful laughter rang out.
"Return to your masters."
My soul went screaming into the Immaterium.