I was looking at my Inquisitor and Space Marine Captain Models beside each other and this piece of fluff kind of wrote itself. 

Forces of the Imperium were hastily responding to an urgent call for help. Small units were mustering in the ruins of a manufactorum for the coming battle.

An Imperial Guard commander talked quietly with his senior advisors. Not far away, an Inquisitor stood silently while his golden robes fluttered in the breeze.

The quiet was broken as a dozen Space Marines stomped into the manufactorum. The Commander recognized the bright yellow power armour of the famous Imperial Fists Chapter. It was a blessing from the Emperor that a unit of Adeptus Astartes were able to respond to the call for help so quickly.

The Commander spied who appeared to be the leader of the group: Based on his ornate armour, Iron Halo, and flowing crimson cape, the Commander assumed it was a Space Marine Captain. The Captain’s eyes quickly set upon the Inquisitor and the Captain stomped purposefully towards him.

In the haste to assemble this mission, the Commander realized it had not been decided who would lead this ragtag group of soldiers. Should it be himself, because he commanded the most forces? Should it be the Inquisitor, who called all of them here? Or should they defer to the hardened battle experience of the newly arrived Imperial Fists Captain? The Commander assumed the Space Marine Captain was going to discuss that with the Inquisitor. Based on his brisk pace, the Commander worried the discussion may become heated.

The Inquisitor noticed the Captain and turned to examine him. A moment later, the two men stood a pace apart, quietly looking each other over. The camp became very quiet and tense.

A young sergeant near the Commander reflexively drew his laspistol. The Commander shot him a derisive look. Did the sergeant intend to interfere in a fight between a superhuman warrior in power armour and a powerful psychic Inquisitor?

The Inquisitor’s Gold cloak and Captain’s crimson cape fluttered in unison. Their standoff had the undivided attention of the entire camp.

Finally, the Inquisitor broke the silence: “You have a lovely cape, Captain.”
A small but pleasant smile crept across the Captain’s face as he replied: “You have a fine cape as well, Inquisitor.”

The Inquisitor’s retinue exploded with laughter. The camp immediately relaxed, except for the young sergeant near the Commander. The sergeant was fuming inside about the tension surrounding this “fashion show.”

The commander paused and made a mental note: If he survived this battle, he would requisition for a fine cape for himself too.

So, it’s much lighter than my last ‘fluff‘ post.

I can see how capes could be a liability…