The truth was out.
Lion crouched on the ground, lost in thought.
Lu Jin helped Emagran to her feet, then used his Terminator visor's biological scanning function to check her body, making sure Sera hadn't implanted an explosive chip or tracking device in her.
"Working with your mentor sounds pretty dangerous."
After finishing the scan, Lu Jin helped Emagran sit down and suddenly brought up the legendary Inquisitor Horst.
Horst was an Inquisitor who had been chosen by the Emperor.
Born on a planet ruled by a tyrant, he had rebelled and killed him. His Psionic Talent had earned him the Imperium's scrutiny, and he had eventually joined the Imperial Inquisition.
Though he was Mortal, the man had lived for thousands of years.
Even Space Marines eventually died of old age, but Horst didn't. Veterans like Kais and Zabriel hadn't truly lived for ten thousand years; they had survived that long by holing up in the Eye of Terror or the Maelstrom.
"Sometimes, he really does get caught between the Imperium and its enemies," Emagran said. "But he genuinely wants to do something for humanity, like with the Navigation Tower."
Lu Jin nodded. "I respect him."
As they spoke, Jenos slowly made his way over.
The Fierce Angels' Seventh Company Captain wore nothing but a pair of briefs, made from an unusual material invented by the Manros Artisan Guild. They could withstand fire and stabbing, serving as the last line of defense for a Space Marine's dignity.
"Chapter Master—" Jenos began, then suddenly remembered how he'd returned to Lu Jin wearing nothing but his briefs after selling the Navigator's treasure back then.
When it came to making decisions and issuing orders as a company captain, he never made a mistake.
But whenever he offered advice, things went wrong.
Even Jenos