Entry 2

I guess framework is important...the most important piece of any framework is the base, so I think I need to state who I am and where I am starting this new journey from.

I am Drahc Ireel, formerly Espionist for the Adeptus Arbites, Hive Secundus, Necromunda. I am an orphan, losing both parents to uprisings on my home planet and brought to the Scholam to learn the Imperial Creed and become something useful. I was never the largest, toughest, or most book learned of my classmates. I was, I think fair to say, the most resourceful, however. I learned all about my cohort in detail, knowing what would set them off, break them down, or inspire them. I used this knowledge to shield myself from a lot of inequity and injustice while allowing me to inject my own version. I was callous back then...to be fair I still am in large part, but less so. I recognize that people, while my greatest resource, are not an expendable one. No two people are alike enough to be fully interchangeable...not even twins.

I was raised to be something useful...the something that found me was Justice. Not Blind Justice, but True Justice...one that balances mercy with severity, redemption with punishment, merit with consequence. It is not an easy thing to find on Necromunda, but it is there and it can be created. Justice led me out of teh Scholam into the arms of the Arbites, the local Imperial Constabulary...roughly 2 steps short of the planetary army and the Imperial Guard and 3 steps above Necromunda's "police force" called the Regulators. I served them diligently in the field for almost a decade, ruthlessly removing with shotgun and maul those who would block the path of Justice. One case allowed me to use my brain more than my combat skills and I was recruited into the ranks of the Espionists. I became an information broker and fixer in Justice's service, breaking illegal trade rings, eliminating potential gang threats, and guiding bounty hunters to their targets. Here my old habits at the Scholam returned to me, providing me insight where other Detectives did not. I was good...very good at my job and took pride in reducing the scope of of problems and then allowing them to be eliminated either by our strike teams or by other elements within the hive. At least until he showed up.

What brought Inquisitor Cromwell to my hive still puzzles me. Why he came to my precinct and requisitioned me away from the Arbites is still a mystery. And even though I have been with him and his team of agents for two months on this barge, I have not been able to get a solid read on the man. His people have been easier and clearly have been instructed to guide me in the ways of their operation. Koren Rel has been very agreeable though I sense an edge about him that seems to be whetted constantly. The savant, Cloucas, is not much of a conversationalist, but his sheer command of data points borders on inhuman. Dougal and Milosh, brothers and assassins both, are excellent trainers and have shown me a few things that my ribs would love to forget. But Cromwell...he remains a mystery to me.
He has said that we are meeting with the others, though he has not mentioned how many 'others' there are. We are headed to Scintilla to meet them and apparently to get me sanctioned as an agent at the Tricorn. The speed at which my life has changed is incredible...from being a big fish in a smaller pond, I am now little more than a minnow in the ocean. I worry that I am in over my head...I suppose only time and the God-Emperor will show me if that is in fact truth.

Drahc Ireel

Entry 1

Though my mentor has advised me against doing this, I find myself drawn to the task of chronicling my journey. It is an odd chain of events that brought me here to this place, this group of people, this new life...a story I may yet tell if I feel the need. Suffice to say that in all my years as an Arbite whether in the field or as an Espionist, I never expected that I would be called to this service within the ranks of the Holy Ordos.

Holy...much of what I have seen is hardly that. The world of the Inquisition is built on fear, deception, force, and coercion and all of it by design and in most cases by necessity. The work we do is not for the faint of heart or the weak of will. It is grueling and tests the very sanity we believe we have in this life. Though the God-Emperor watches over all of us who bask in His light, I believe that he often turns a blind eye to the methods we at his Left Hand use to thwart the Ruinous Powers.

Until two months ago, I was an Arbite...an imperial Espionist on Necromunda tasked with keeping tabs on the underworld connections of the lower nobility and traders stationed there. Hardly danger-free, but certainly more regular and predictable than my life now as an agent of the Throne. Many days, I still wonder why Inquisitor Cromwell brought me into his retinue. I know that his other underworld contact had been slain, but that seems far too simple for the likes of the old man. He has motive and design behind every move he makes...he is grooming me for something, I feel. Teaching me his ways and allowing me to adapt them. Koren Rel, his effective second-in-command, questions him at every turn and laughs at my efforts, but Cromwell listens and asks questions as to my motives and my reasoning. It is a practice he tries with Koren, but Rel usually ignores the attempts. I see that as a measure of arrogance...our lord has seen much that we have not and has skills that I know I do not have and should try to learn. Koren is...different. His research is impeccable, but his assumptions about the evidence he finds makes me wonder some days.

No matter...my role is to learn and serve, much has it always has been. This transit time to Scintilla is long from Necromunda. Why I am being moved is unclear as well as why Cromwell came out this far from the Calixis Sector is still unknown to me. What is known is that I have been called to serve and I will not be found wanting. There was a wise Terran woman named Aunt Renie from the 21st Century. I doubt she was my aunt, but one of her journals was passed down to me when I left for the Scholam. Her journal says "Be ready for the call when it comes. You will hear it and be forced to choose. If you are not ready, the choice is made for you." I have lived my life ready to heed a call and thought I was called to be an Arbite. I now think there may be more...

Drahc Ireel