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Watch Fortress Erioch - Home to the Deathwatch in the Jericho Reach
The Omega Vault has opened.
A sealed chamber, armoured and shielded, the thick walls are proof against all attempts to perceive what it harbours. No-one knows who constructed it, nor how it functions. The Deathwatch and the Ordo Xenos are merely its inheritors - and custodians, awaiting the time when the locks grind and clank, when the Vault gives unto the Deathwatch and the Imperium, the glimmer of hope to avert the gravest catastrophe.
"Better hurry," Mordigael whispered.
He peered to left and right, noting the grim faces of Chief Librarian Daecor and his retinue of Codiciers seemed to be in harmony. He idly wondered if they were frowning independently or caught in some psychic commune. The brethren of the Librarius were easy to discern in their mismatched armour of black, blue and silver.
His mind returned to the pair of Keepers he'd sent inside. The automated defences would recognise the clavigers, the special devices harnessed to the vambraces of the veteran Space Marines, but even so, the Vault was strict with how long it would remain open and they had to navigate a maze inside. The Vault would close regardless of their presence within, if they took a single misstep and it could be centuries before that part of the Vault opened again - if at all.
Just as the huge Vault doors began to shut, the two Keepers appeared from the dense mist that thickened in the portal. Dark shapes against the pale curtain, they continued to run as the mighty doors closed behind them with a firm tap that spoke to the weight of ages and metal they carried. The retrieval team knelt, one proffering up his hand, which unfurled to reveal a datacrystal.
Forgemaster Severian stepped forward, his artificer plate segmented and angular, his heavy tread the thump of an industrial press. His right eye, replaced with a bionic lens, blazed with emerald light. At Mordigael's nod, the Martian priest took the crystal ina delicate pinch and dropped it into a reader. A broad Hololith sputtered to life in the air. The Servo-Harness mounted around his cuirass worked and flexed of its own volition as they studied it.
A multi-faceted gem stood proudly at the end of a sceptre, two metres in length. The second Keeper gave an object wrapped in purple velvet to Daecor, who reverently opened it to reveal a jagged block of metal devoid of machining marks or cuts. Every facet of the point at which it was cleaved was smooth. It matched the butt of the sceptre floating between the assembled warriors.
"I do not recognise it," the Chief Librarian said with a shrug, "with your permission, I will attend the archives."
"There is nothing like it in the Reliquary," a deep voice rumbled across the chamber floor.
Mordigael rubbed his chin and half-turned to find a towering, robed figure standing in the entrance to the passage leading to the Reclusiam. Half gold, half blue, his robe was interrupted by a black stole, embroidered on each facing with the silver etchings of the Deathwatch. The Commander nodded, giving the stern features of Mosar, a Celestial Lion 'Death-Speaker' the faintest welcome. "It is a treasure hunt, then old friend?"
"It is," the giant intoned, the strong accent of Elysium IX smooth and warm, "and we will need the fastest of hunters." His lips split into a grin.
"I will summon them," Mordigael decided.
Edited by Mazer Rackham, 19 November 2020 - 06:42 PM.