Interrogation of heretic Trooper Mathan Oiriks

Date Ident: 8.062.099.M42
Recording of interrogation of captured heretic trooper by Space Wolf scouting force on 8.051.99.M42. Heretic was captured near abandoned agri-station (see Upper Iaro AAR id:00152AA) on the Upper Iaro River northern Sugrarth, Hessibu Province.
Dog-tags identify soldier as Mathan Oiriks of the Seshat Prime PDF. Trooper Oiriks was declared missing along 35 other troopers on 8.449.098.M42 during a patrol in the Black Mountains on Seshat Prime (see Seshat PDF File: AX067-29923LS5).
Interrogation undertaken by Lord Interrogator Kolombus Falks of His Majesty's Most Holy Inquisition, Ordo Hereticus.
Also in attendance: • Sgt. Ragnalf Redtooth of the Space Wolves Chapter • Scribe Osten Naski • Rosanna Lyn representing the Cape dynasty
Kolombus Falks: Is that thing on?
Osten Naski: Yes sir, everthing ready.
KF: Good, good. Now Mathan. I can call you Mathan can't I? I wouldn't want to presume.
Mathan Oiriks: Frag you corpse worshipper!
KF: Now now, there's no need for such words. I'm merely trying to be polite. This is an unpleasant situation you find yourself in, this will all go a lot smoother if you avoid language that like that. You'll upset the Sergeant here, and you won't like that, oh. nossir you wouldn't like that. Did you know that those teeth ain't just for show? Can bite through iron they can. Saw one do it once from the Carcharodons chapter I think. Messy, very messy. We wouldn't that to happen to you now, would we? Oh no.
Ragnalf Redtooth: Get on with interrogator
KF: You see there! Very impatient! Best you just talk me now, and try to avoid such language. Now where was I? Oh yes, now I have to ask, you understand? What were you doing at the old agri-station on Sugrarth and so far away from those mountains where went missing?
MO: I ain't telling you nothing!
KF: That's ok. You see my good friend here, Rosanna, she works for the Rogue Trader, you may have heard about him. Anyway that means she has all kinds of knowledge and know-how of how to get things from one world to another. Truly fascinating, all a bit to complicated for me, but she tells me that right now only the noble houses on Seshat Prime really have the resources to get 20 or so people, that being you and other friends who went missing, off-world and avoid the planetary sensor-net. You would need a...what was it again?
Rosanna Lyn: A gun-cutter, interrogator and the least. One with anti-radar and lidar plating or jammers. Very expensive here on Seshat, difficult to obtain.
KF: Thank you miss. You see, only a noble has the money and the contacts for something like that. So we know how you got to Sugrarth. Just tell us what you were doing there. If you don't tell be it'll be my friend here does the next interrogation. *KO gestures at RR* He ain't as friendly as me. Did I mention his teeth? *RR grins exposing his eyeteeth* And those teeth, let me tell you that's the least of it! Why it sends a shiver down my spine to think of things they could do you up that ship they have, horrible. Now do yourself a favour. What were you doing there, down on that planet?
MO: ...information
KF: What was that?
MO: Information...intel we were supposed to pick up some package. That station it's used as a dead-drop site. You know for supplies, food, that kind of stuff. Sometimes we intel and orders with the supplies.
KF: Interesting. Who is giving these orders?
MO: I don't know. *RR Snarls* Honest I don't. I'd tell you if I did. I'm just a trooper...a...a...grunt. *RR snarls again a walks towards MO* ...wait...wait...I do know something!
KF: Well you best be quick. A little guy like me can't stop a big guy like that.
MO: the supplies...the supplies. One time the supplies were late. Not there when we arrived but they came about a day late. They were transported down the river so wherever we're getting them from it must be from one of the farms or farm towns upriver.
KF: *turns towards RL* would your people be able to do an orbital scan of the Iaro river? See if there are any large farming communities or towns that have the ability to ship that much downriver.
RL: Of course Interrogator
KF: Thank you. *turns back to MO* That, was useful, thank you. Now, how many would you say there are of your compatriots down on Sugrarth?
MO: I don't know. There were maybe 15 or so in my group. But, we met other groups some bigger some smaller on occasion. I heard talk of even bigger groups hidden all other Sugrarth and Seshat too.
RR: Makes sense. I've read several of the local PDF's reports over the last 2 or 3 standard years the amount of desertions and disappearances has sky rocketed. Much of Sugrarth is untamed and Seshat Prime itself has not recovered from the opening of the Great Rift. Whole battalions go missing, whole towns too.
MO: You see! You've already lost! Our ascension is inevitable! The time of the False Emperor is over!
KF: I believe I warned you about such language. *KF presses a button on the table. MO screams in pain* I didn't want to do that. I much prefer to keep things civil. Now Sugrarth, these dead drops as you call them, the transport from world to world. Gotta be expensive, requires a lot of planning, military knowhow. The sergeant here assures me of that. Told me it was a pretty impressive operation, very organised. So there must be someone behind it all. You wouldn't have happened to overhear a name would you/ a rumour maybe?
MO:*gasping in pain* Her...heard...a...a...a name...yes. Strange name. Gol...gol... *MO start shaking in his chair. His eyes burn white before his head explodes*
KF: Damn. I guess our boys missed something before they brought him in here. Some clever bit of sorcery no doubt. We ain't dealing with some local run of the mill, if you'll excuse the pun, operation here. We have involvement of one or more noble houses, probably officers within the PDF, a chunk of the farmers on Sugrarth most likely and some heretic sorcerer, maybe more. *KF snaps his figures in frustration* And I didn't get to ask him about those metal men that were also there. Could they be connected?
RR: Unlikely, interrogator. Our databanks have identified those "metal men" as the xenos species known as the Necrons.
KF: Necron ey? Name rings a bell, I ain't familiar with them though.
RR: Neither am I, but some of my brothers faced them a standard year ago. I shall pull up the files and have them sent to you.
KF: Thank you sergeant, much obliged. Well I guess that's that then. Oh, Mr Naski was it? Would you be slow kind as to call a clean up crew? I'd hate for whoever uses this room next to have to deal with all this mess.
ON: Right a way interrogator.
Recording Ends