Explicator Zola is the second-in-command of the Inquisitorial forces waging war for control of Atoma Prime. As a native of the Torrent, a lower hive district in Hive Tertium, she grew up working closely with gangers and criminals. Having accumulated a significant amount of knowledge and experience in regard to the hive city, she is an invaluable asset in the warband's efforts in Tertium.
Formerly a lower-hive criminal that worked with the Water Cartel, she has been elevated to be a key leader in Inquisitor Grendyl's mission on Atoma Prime. Zola was brought into the Inquisition's service due to her vital intelligence and experience pertaining to Hive Tertium.
One of Zola's peers is Interrogator Rannick, a fellow Inquisitor-in-training, however, he is a rank above her and clearly her senior. Rannick has been in Grendyl's service for much longer and is the de facto authority when the Inquisitor is not present.
Zola has only been been in Grendyl's service for a short time, having been recruited after the Mourningstar's arrival to Atoma. So she isn't privy to as many secrets about Grendyl's goals as Rannick. The scope of her knowledge and experience of the Imperium and Inquisitoiral matters is less than those of her fellow warband leaders.
History[]
Zola isn't forthcoming with her past. It is apparent she is conflicted and struggles to reconcile with her former life with her current station. Her current high station as an Inquisitor's Explicator is a far cry from her former life of essentially being a ganger who worked for the Water Cartel.
Growing up in the Torrent was miserable and she fought like hel to escape it. Zola, and her now deceased family (possibly related to Biron), would have been forced to sift through the muck and refuse for their next meal. Such desperate conditions makes for hard people and Zola chose to work to stay in the Cartel's good graces to survive down there. She had no love for the Cartel before the war and has no love for them now.
While running with the cartel she almost died in multiple gunfights, whether being directly ambushed at the Freightlink leading to the Ragged King's Court, or simply being caught in a firefight between two Pillar Gangs in the Pipe Town Sump. Her work with the Water Cartel likely took her all throughout most of Tertium, leading to her extensive knowledge of the hive. The Cartel's reach spreads to nearly every facets of the hive city.
She is relieved to have escaped the Torrent, and has no intention to go back. After all, she has no family to go back to. All she can do now is move forward and try not to be consumed by her past.
As a product of her environment, she harbors disdain for the highborn and Administratum of Tertium who abandoned their people. In her new life as an Explicator, she has a chance to change things and save the city she loves, the only home she has ever known.
Inquisitorial Career[]
Zola would be recruited by Grendyl and made Explicator for her valuable knowledge and experience of Tertium's many districts. The war would rage, attrition rates would ravage the warband, and a warp storm would isolate the Moebian Domain from the rest of the Imperium.
Due to the inability to request or receive reinforcements, local Moebian convicts would be press-ganged into service as penal troops and expendable strike teams. Zola's most trusted Strike Team is referred to as the Darktide 7.
Explicator[]
Grendyl chose her personally as Explicator due to her history and expertise in Hive Tertium. She appears to have had a shady past from when she lived in the lower hive of Tertium. She wrestles with this somewhat recent past life before being given a "second chance" in life by joining Inquisitor Grendyl's warband. Whether she was a former Hive Ganger or something else, she proved her worth worth and rose to the high rank in Grendyl's service.
It seems reasonable speculation to assume she was a lower ranking agent in Grendyl's service for an amount of time prior to her appointment as Explicator, but nothing is confirmed. However, Zola's concept art does have show her wearing the same rebreather as Inquisition Adept NPC's around the Mourningstar's Mission-Terminal. These seem like officers, maybe akin to the Throne Agent rank of acolyte is trusted rank and seems similar to kind of officer role.
The rank of Explicator is typically the first stage of an inquisitor-in-training and normally mentored by an Inquisitor directly. As an Explicator, Zola is the leader of operations within Tertium and was selected as such due to her specialized knowledge and familiarity of the Hive City.
Interrogator Rannick is Zola's only other known superior, besides her master, Inquisitor Grendyl. Rannick has much more experience and training as an Inquisitor's apprentice than Zola, who is still fresh and proving herself as a new apprentice to the Inquisitor.
Tancred Bastion[]
At some point after, the Moebian 6th's leader, Captain Wolfer, would be captured and loaded aboard the Tancred Bastion, a prison transport ship in order to be delivered to the Inquisitor Grendyl in Tertium for interrogation. Zola appears to be the commanding Inquisitorial officer overseeing this transport operation. While en route to Tertium, the ship would be boarded by the Moebian 6th traitors who would also bring poxwalkers and poxbursters aboard. Wolfer would escape and the traitors would overrun the ship and Explicator Zola would almost lose her life.
Zola would be barely survive a skirmish that resulted in her being pinned to a crate with a blade through her shoulder. An unknown convict would remove the blade freeing her and the two would fight their way through the ship. Flight Lieutenant Masozi would provide an emergency evac off the ship, flying in with her valkyrie gunship, Storm Raptor, and two Inquisition acolytes to hold the landing zone until they could escape.
Upon boarding the Valkyrie, Zola chooses to spare the escaped convict's life and offer them a place in the Inquisition as a freshly conscripted acolyte. The offer is, in part, a form of repayment for saving her life, she admits, but with the explicit condition of never mentioning that fact to anyone.
Zola would continue to direct many missions from the Mourningstar via vox after returning to the Mourningstar. Zola would regularly go planetside for missions, attempting to track Captain Wolfer after his escape. This would become a personal obsession for her due to Wolfer having some unknown information that Zola desperately wants to know. What questions she has and answers she seeks is a mystery, but it further fuels her zealous pursuit of Tertium's betrayers.
This zealous pursuit of Wolfer would lead her tracking down Wolfer's closest and most trusted Lieutenants, the Karnak Twins. Once officer in the Moebian 6th under Wolfer's command, Rinda Karnak and Rodin Karnak are depraved and bloodthirsty butchers that Wolfer unleashed in his stead, doing much of his dirty work for him.
Eventually, Zola's more reckless planetside missions would lead to a close encounter with Rinda Karnak. Zola and her team would almost be overrun by a horde of dregs. This would be leading up to Zola's descision to enact her plans to capture one of the Twins to interrogate about Wolfer's location, leading to the events of the Orthus Offensive.
Orthus Offensive[]
Zola reveals a personal grudge against Wolfer, the Karnak Twins, and the rest of the traitors due to them betraying their shared home of Tertium. This is in part due to Zola, being born into one of the lowest rungs of Tertium society, naturally harboring a grudge against the high-borne scum who forsook the city long before bold-faced traitors arose. The events of the Orthus Offensive ultimately highlight Zola's past hatreds of the upper class of Tertium. This could ultimately (& speculatively) be a key part of what her shrouded and troubled past may hold.
The goal of the Orthus Offensive was to capture one of the Karnak Twins and interrogate them. Rinda Karnak may have been the preferred target to capture alive, but it is debatable if either of the twins were a preferred target. Both would have been a feasible targets for capture and interrogation. The ultimate goal was to discover Wolfer's location through interrogation, but it is hinted that there is more questions she has for these traitors than that. It seems like she wanted to understand why they turned traitors on Tertium and its people.
Now, Zola may face consequences for her brash and unauthorized actions in the planning and initiation of the Orthus Offensive mission. The mission's original goals were aborted and resulted in the inadvertent death of both Rinda and Rodin Karnak. Her duties currently being put on hold as she has been placed under review by her superiors. It seems her career in the Inquisition, and greater fate, is now in the hands of Grendyl's final judgement, the results of which are not yet known.
The last journal entry VIII would see Zola given a second chance. She would be returned to duties and reinstated, being approved by Grendyl. She would face harsh chastisement from Rannick and have to sign a long report detailing her mistakes and so on, but ultimately she was relieved. However she still suspects Grendyl would have sided with Rannick to run a tight ship with no zealotry if her insider knowledge of Tertium wasn't such a valuable asset. She continues to wrestles herself away from her obssession with the Karnak Twins' secrets and reaching Wolfer and finding some vague closure.
Zola's Journal Entries[]
Zola's thought's on the events of and leading to the Orthus Offensive, and the consequences of the mission events afterward.
Zola's Journal - I - (Pre Orthus Offensive) - (DEC 19, 2023) |
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[Encryption active] It seems the so-called “Twins” have become a priority target. Any of the senior traitors are scalps we need to take, but these two…
The Karnak twins. Brother and sister. Tertium born. They need a better name, I think. In briefings, we talk of ‘The Twins this…” and “The Twins that…” almost as though they are acquaintances. The term seems too fond, too affectionate. We should call them what they are. Butchers. Monsters. Traitors. Traitors of the worst kind. From the intel, it is clear they are close to Wolfer, the elusive Wolfer. In fact, they are Wolfer. He trusts them, clearly, so deeply, that they have become his direct proxies, acting in his stead, working in his place, performing his crimes for him. They are his primary weapons. They are extensions of him. They are also frighteningly capable. The Twins are cunning, and brutally efficient. If I didn’t loathe them so, I could almost be impressed. They match Wolfer in capability, and exceed him in accomplishment, for he hides in the shadows while they do his work for him. I don’t have the precise figures to hand tonight, but they have, between them, killed more of our poor rejects in the last two weeks than any other positively identified traitors. We need to stop them. We need them dead. I will not rest until this is accomplished. [Recording ended] |
Zola's Journal - II - (Shortly After Orthus Offensive) - (DEC 21, 2023)) |
[Encryption active] Today, Rannick suggested I was becoming obsessed with the Karnak Twins. I remarked that it was a requirement for any servant of the Holy Ordos to become obsessed with those they hunt, for that is the only way this work may be accomplished. Some call it obsession, I call it deep engagement. This is our life, this is our purpose. Anything less than total commitment would be dereliction. But the Interrogator intimated that I was too personally engaged.
When I objected to this, he would not be drawn further, and dismissed me. He has no intention of discussing it. I will record my response to his reprimand here, partly to vent my frustration at his glib verdict, but also to answer back. I know, after all, that he reads these journals. If I cannot answer for myself officially, I will answer here. We know the Archenemy of Man is pernicious and insidious, and must be fought with every ounce of our will, but the Karnak Twins prove that the most dangerous weapon of Chaos is the turning against us of those who were once our own. The Karnaks know the hive. They were born there. They know the Astra Militarum, and its functions and strengths, for they were both part of it. Their grim success is born from those twin pools of knowledge. That is why they require the most serious attention. Am I obsessed with them, Interrogator? Perhaps I am, and if so… good. I am Tertium too, and an experienced agent of an Imperial institution. But for a quirk of fate, they could be me. I understand how dangerous that is. And is it personal? Yes. They seem to me like the greatest crime of all, for I can imagine - more than imagine - their mindset. They once had a bond with the hive, as I do, so I personally understand the immense step they must have taken to break that bond and become what they are. I see… I feel… the scale and measure of their treachery and their rebellion. I should be the one who hunts them down, for they are like twisted shadows of me. Do I take it personally, and conduct this hunt with obsession? Yes, and that is how it should be. Only someone who understands them can out-play them. My obsession should not be the subject of rebuke. It should be valued. [Recording ended] |
Zola's Journal - III - (DEC 21, 2023) |
[Encryption active] More data on the Twins. I despise them more than ever. And I want them dead. But it is clear to me how much they are proxies of the venomous Wolfer, and how close to him they are. So I have revised my intent. I would rather them dead, but I want them alive. We need to know what the monsters know. They could take us straight to Wolfer. [Recording ended] |
Zola's Journal - IV - (DEC 22, 2023) |
[Encryption active] Morrow counsels me that I am, perhaps, wrong. He tells me he thinks I have misunderstood Interrogator Rannick’s caution the other day. The fear is that my obsession with the Karnak Twins will make me weak, or sloppy, or rash.
I refute this, but I value Morrow’s opinion. Morrow says that my personal knowledge of Tertium is, and always has been, a great asset to the warband. It was why I was recruited. Further, he states that my emotional response, my heartfelt need to save and free my home hive, is an asset too: a vital passion that secures and drives my loyalty to this cause and, by extension, drives the determination of the warband members. Seeing my passion, the rejects come to learn and share it. But, he asks me, what really fuels my rage? Love of Tertium? Loyalty to the cause? Devotion? Hatred of the turncoats in whom I see so much of myself? All of these things. But what else, he asks me. I have dwelt on this since we spoke. Morrow is a wise man, a fine student of human psychology. One does not lead men into war as well as he does without that knack. He worries, I think, that I have become obsessed with the Karnak Twins not for those obvious reasons. Those acceptable reasons. He wonders if it is not the points of similarity and connection between myself and those monsters that fires me, but instead the difference. They are of Tertium, like me, yes, but they were high-born where I was but a poor child of the lower zones. They were wealthy, privileged and entitled. They were, once, exactly the sort of people that my kind despised. The people that lived lives of excess and luxury and treated us all like chattel. Indeed, their wealth and status was built on the toil and suffering of people like me. I hate them as they are now, yes. I hate them for their treachery. But perhaps my personal engagement is born from the fact that I have always hated them. I hated them long before they turned to darkness. Growing up, the Twins, and people like them, were the very kind I learned to loathe. In the Torrent, we all did. They were the scum. The scum that floated at the very top, blocking the light and stealing it for themselves. Perhaps Morrow, in his quiet wisdom, is correct. Perhaps, in truth, my hatred for the Karnak Twins comes not from what they are now, but from what they once were. [Recording ended] |
Zola's Journal - V - (DEC 27, 2023) |
[Encryption active] I am lost.
We chased them down today. We tracked the Karnak Twins, and chased them down. We finished them. I think. I led the way in this effort, as I have since the start. My determination, my ‘obsession’, as Rannick calls it, made this victory possible. But I overstepped. I drove too hard. I was so intent on the Twins’ capture, I pushed too far. Lives were lost. The Twins cost us dearly. Rannick declares that a more reasoned approach might have achieved the same result without such a loss of life. I’m not convinced. I did what I had to do. Capturing the Karnak Twins was never going to be easy. It was always going to cost us. We needed them alive, not dead. But Rannick says I acted overzealously and that my obsession got the better of me. He forced me to withdraw from the engagement in an effort to preserve lives, and now I am stood down from duties pending review. Service to the Holy Ordos is my life. I am lost. [Recording ended] |
Zola's Journal - VI - (DEC 30, 2023) |
[Encryption active] They will tell me nothing. I am confined to the ship and deprived of duties. My performance and psychological profile is being reviewed. It is rumoured that I may not be returned to duties. Perhaps I have ended my career. It is up to Grendyl to decide. [Recording ended] |
Zola's Journal VII - (JAN 13, 2024) |
[Encryption active] I wonder how it will end? I wonder what will be decided for me? What fate?
I wait here in my quarters. I pace and fret. I believe that I did naught that my duties did not require. I regret the deaths, yes, but war demands a price, and the war against the Archenemy of Man demands the highest price of all. Am I to be punished for my loyalty? Punished for my devoted service? Where is the justice? You do not train a weapon like me then complain when it is used. What will my punishment be? A demotion? A retirement to low-level administrative duties? Perhaps I will be sent away for retraining and reconditioning, or to some remote outpost to do penance in some menial position? Perhaps I will be removed from the Mourningstar warband? Perhaps I will be expelled from the Holy Ordos altogether? Does anyone walk away, ever? Does anyone leave the service of the Inquisition, either voluntarily, or under a cloud, and go on to live another life afterwards? I doubt it. We see too much. We learn too much. We know too much. I wait in my quarters, but I don’t know what I’m waiting for. A message that I am to be returned to duties? Or perhaps… what? Poison in my food? A blade in the night? A knock on the door, a formal declaration of disservice, and a shot to the head? I wouldn’t put it past Rannick. He is not subtle. [Recording ended] |
Zola's Journal - VIII - (JAN 18, 2024) |
[Encryption active] I have been returned to my duties and reinstated. I am thankful. Relieved. Inquisitor Grendyl has authorised it. I was obliged to listen to some fierce words of chastisement from Rannick, and then to read - and sign - a long report detailing my zeal and my operational failures.
That’s fair. I will take the words, and the content of the report, to heart, and do my best to learn from them and improve. There is always something new for us to learn, so better to perform our solemn duties, and perhaps I have learned something about myself. If I have, then I will use it to make myself a better servant of the God-Emperor’s will. I fear that the only reasons I was spared and returned to duty was that Grendyl wished to retain my inside knowledge of Tertium, and considered me an asset too valuable to lose. In this, he would have overruled Rannick’s intent to run a tight and disciplined warband with no room for zealotry. I am pleased to return to my work. But I regret that I take little satisfaction from the whole affair. The Karnak Twins are done and gone, but I wanted them taken alive. I wanted the right to interrogate them and learn their secrets. I wanted, through them, to reach Wolfer. I am robbed of a sense of closure. They won’t permit me to read the final report on the incident. It has been sealed and filed. Rannick says there’s no need for me to see it. The business is over. The Karnak Twins are dead, and in death, silent. I didn’t even get to see the bodies. [Recording ended] |
Quotes[]
- "There are worse Hive cities in the Imperium. At least so I'm told." (Chasm Logistratum, special ammo raid)
- "The ammo is not for you. Rannick has other teams in the field doing the really nasty jobs." (Chasm Logistratum, special ammo raid)
- "The Chasm Station's subrails are a smugglers dream. Some things never change." (Chasm Logistratum, special ammo raid)
- "Mercy is for the weak, Honor is for the fool. We can afford neither." (Chasm Station, Assasination)
- Bodyguard: Recon Valkyrie came in today. On fire. Crew screaming. Mad. What happened to 'em?
- Zola: Some thing are better left forgotten. You'll come to understand that, if you survive.
- "I grew up in the Torrent - fought like Hel to escape. But there's no escaping your past, is there?" (Vigil Station Oblivium, mission start)
- "I fought to stay in the Cartel's good graces. Let's leave it at that."
- Bodyguard: "To survive here? Must have been hard" (Vigil Station Oblivium, Ragtown Bazaar elevator)
- Zola: "When I had nothing, Grendyl raised me up. Gave me purpose. Your fate too, if you are fortunate. Nothing else matters."
- Professional: "Have it your way. But it can't hurt to know more about the folks you're fighting for."
Rejects will Rise Trailer[]
"The city of Tertium is under attack... my city. A dark tide of Chaos is rising. Our best fighters are falling. It's time to try new tactics. Something different. Something Desperate. We take you, the outcast and the criminal, the lost and the damned. Because you have nothing left to lose. So you're the scum we're counting on now... and if it's come to this... then God Emperor helps us all."
Mourningstar Hub - Vox Chatter[]
Brahms[]
- Brahms: Explicator Zola, your efforts to corral your rejects have been noted, and are appreciated.
- Zola: I do only as my duty dictates, shipmistress.
- Brahms: Ours is a holy purpose. A necessary purpose. Pursue it diligently, and a bright future awaits.
- Zola: Well said, Lady Brahms. Rejects? You will make the Emperor proud!
- Brahms: Explicator Zola, please join me on the bridge at your convenience. I have a proposal for you.
- Zola: It ... It would be my honour, shipmistress.
Hadron[]
- Zola: Hadron, how goes the refit of the Auric strike teams' wargear?
- Hadron: It proceeds ahead of schedule. The Omnissiah is generous.
- Hadron: Explicator Zola! You are three cycles late for our meeting.
- Zola: I was busy, all right? Data-work can wait.
- Hadron: Explicator Zola, we have matters to discuss.
- Zola: [Sigh] Understood. I'll make time as soon as I can.
- Hadron: Sergeant-Major! Your operatives' reports lack sufficient data! I must know everything that occurs!
- Zola: Ya, like your not listening in on every vox channel on the Mourningstar already.
- Zola: Hadron, things would go smoother if you'd stop quarrelling with Masozi.
- Hadron: It is not I who quarrels. You should instruct her to learn more discipline.
Hallowette[]
- Hallowette: Zola? I've had some special issue gear come in. Though I'd give you first refusal.
- Zola: I appreciate it. I'll swing by later to discuss it.
- Zola: Commodore ... Lady Alice ... I need you to stop aggravating Morrow. He's bad enough at the best of times.
- Hallowette: Aggravating? Me? He's the one who started it.
- Zola: Commodore, I'd like to thank you for providing additional training for our rejects.
- Hallowette: Think nothing of it. Happy to help ... as long as the aquilas keep flowing.
- Zola: Commodore, we're a little short-handed down in the HL-17-36. You couldn't spare a few bodies?
- Hallowette: Sorry my darling, no can do. They're all on high priority, need-to-know assignments.
- Zola: Commodore? I've a few special issue items I need sourcing.
- Hallowette: Of course, my darling. Let me have the list, I'll give you a price.
- Hallowette: You still around out there, Zola? Haven't seen you for awhile.
- Zola: Been busy, that's all. This war won't win itself.
- Hallowette: Zola? Part of your requisition's in.
- Zola: Understood. I'll stop by once this next mission's away.
- Hallowette: Zola? The Shipmistress is getting touchy about your rejects wandering about the place.
- Zola: She agreed to placing the Mourningstar at Grendyl's disposal, didn't she?"
- Hallowette: Agreement and being happy aren't the same thing, you know that.
Masozi[]
- Masozi: Picked up an unwelcome tail on that last drop, explicator. You know who.
- Zola: Our old friends the Sky Reavers? I'll let Rannick know.
- Zola: Masozi? Kindly remind the deck crews that possession of Atoman contraband is punishable by the severest mean.
- Masozi: I will surely do that. Have no fear.
- Zola: Masozi? How goes training the Mourningstar's fighter pilots?
- Masozi: Slow. Too much thinking getting in the way of their instincts.
- Zola: hm.. keep me posted on their progress. We'll need them ready.
- Zola: Masozi, I still haven't received your last after-action report.
- Masozi: Really? Must have been misplaced. I will work on it right away.
Morrow[]
- Morrow: Our strike force attrition rate ... ? Well, it ain't good. We need more recruits.
- Zola: Interrogator Rannick says the matter is in hand. Trust to your superiors, Morrow.
- Morrow: Yeah? Guess we'll have to see, won't we?
- Zola: Morrow? We need you in the wardroom.
- Morrow: Ya? Let me get this lot on the way, and I'll be right with you.
- Zola: Morrow? Shipmistress Brahms claims several of your charges are straying into unauthorised areas.
- Morrow: I'll look into it. Leave it with me.
- Zola: Morrow? We can't keep on this way. We risk losing what gains we've made.
- Morrow: I hear you, explicator, but I need more bodies on the ground.
Reject Rumours[]
- F Professional: If you ask me, we should be going after the Moebians' leaders. You know, cut the head off the snake.
- M Professional: Can't argue there, but I ain't rightly sure we've got the numbers.
- F Professional: We ain't got the numbers for any of this, but we forge on all the same.
- M Professional: You might be onto something there. Might be worth talking to Zola.
- F Professional: Rather you than me. She's been in one of her moods lately.
- F Savant: Last night, I dreamt of Zola. Two Zolas, in fact.
- M Loose-Cannon: I'm sure she'll be thrilled.
- F Savant: It was not like ... whatever you are picturing. They quarreled, and in the end one killed the other. I wonder what it meant.
- M Loose-Cannon: Probably nowt. Dreams are dreams. You can't take 'em too serious.
- M Seer: Zola's hiding something, did you know that?
- M Fanatic: If ye were prowling around in my thoughts, I'd hide things as well. Everything. Behind a big, locked door covered in spikes.
- M Seer: Yes, that does sound like fun. Only ... I don't think Zola knows that she's hiding something. Which is very strange.
- M Fanatic: You're not making a lick of sense.
- M seer: Yes, yes, yes. I just told you that. Do pay attention.
- M Loner: Have you noticed anything unusual about Zola lately?
- M Judge: I cannot say that I have ... then again, I am not in the habit of prying into other peoples' thoughts.
- M Loner: I do not do that! ... At least, not if anyone's asking. Let us simply say that she seems even more on edge than normal. If that's possible.
- M Judge: Ah. Perhaps I should offer to pray with her.
- M Loner: Perhaps. One way or another, she's bound to feel better afterwards.
Distant but Determined
- Cutthroat: I reckon there's more heart to Zola than she lets on.
- Loose-Cannon: Aye. Could be worse.
- Savant: This war is personal for the explicator. I trust her more because of that.
- Professional: Not sure what I think about the explicator ...
- Savant: Mistake not determination for disrespect.
- Loose-Cannon: Not a woman I want to cross.
- Cutthroat 1: Can't make my mind up about Zola. Whaddya reckon?
- Professional: She's an odd one. Military, but not military. Could be trouble.
- Cutthroat 2: Every bit as tough as she looks, I bet.
- M Cutthroat: I think if the explicator relaxed a little, she'd be more relatable.
- Bully: She'd better watch how she talks to me.
- M Agitator: Unlike you imbeciles, Sister Zola alloweth not distraction to cloud her mind.
- F Loose-Cannon: Tough crowd, that explicator. I've seen more smiles on a mass grave.
- M Loose-Cannon: Aye. Could be worse.
- F Agitator: Such mindless speculation is anathema to a dutiful servant of the Throne.
- Male Loose-Cannon: That explicator's a laugh a minute, ain't she?
- M Fanatic: Hearts and minds be not won with mirthless demeanour.
- F Savant: She knows the meaning of duty, and she cares about justice. That's enough for me.
- F Loose-Cannon: Tough crowd, that explicator. I've seen more smiles in a mass grave.
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- M Savant: I believe the explicator may herself be from Atoma.
- Bully: So?
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- Female Judge: I have passed judgement on the Explicator. [beat]. A righteous soul.
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- Male Seer: My Beloved says that Zola isn't as confident as she seems.
- Male Fanatic: Aye, she's afeared of something, but it be not for you to discover, Freak.
- Male Professional: I've followed worse, and I reckon I will again.
- M Professional: Don't be fooled by Zola's manner. She's one of the good ones.
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Tough
- Bully: Zola strong. Survivor.
- Male Seer: Yes... An adamantium mind, locked down tight.
- Female Savant: She's fighting for Atoma. That's all I need to know.
- Male Loose-Cannon: That explicator's a laugh a minute, ain't she?
- Bodyguard: Knew a Commissar like that, once.
- Male Professional: She's done all right by me. I'll gladly follow her into battle.
- Brawler: Heard Zola tough. Like Ogryn.
- Savant: She's loyal too.
- Professional: Just as well. Atoma's no place for the weak.
- Bully: Think Zola is good in fight.
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Sefoni's Rumours[]
- Sefoni: Zola is so often in two minds. I wonder which guides her today?
- Sefoni: Zola is troubled. The future terrifies her.
- Sefoni: You should watch Zola. Or you shouldn't. I'm not your keeper! [Laughter]
Gallery[]
Trivia[]
In the Mourningstar hub area, Zola can sometimes be seen on the catwalk above Sire Melk's Requesitorium, just above the main floor.