‘He told us?’ ‘You speak his language?’ ‘No, but Mekki…’ Her voice trailed off. Admitting that Mekki had attempted to forge a link to Fleapit’s cybernetic implants probably wasn’t a good idea, especially when talking to an inquisitor. Jeremias leant forward in his chair, the grox-leather creaking. ‘Mekki did what?’ ‘I… communicated with him,’ Mekki admitted. Jeremias’s jaw clenched at the revelation, a vein throbbing at his temple. ‘You are a psyker?’ The Martian shook his head. ‘No. It was a data-exchange, nothing more. Flegan-Pala had dropped into a hibernation cycle.’ ‘Mekki tried to wake him up,’ Talen said, jumping to his friend’s defence. Mekki nodded. ‘And in the process, I learned a little about his past. Images, that is all.’ ‘And you believed them? You believed a xenos?’ The inquisitor looked at him sadly. ‘Mekki, aliens cannot be trusted, especially a life form as devious as a Jokaero.'
From: Plague of the Nurglings, Cavan Scott