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Khordelia-Cáo stands in darkness across a small table with eyes closed, feeling the reverberations of a ship's juddering and groaning as she leaves the warp and pierces reality. It runs through his armour, a song that brings forth memories of the grumbling of an old woman as she rose to her feet, the basket of flowers in her arms a contrast to the grim humour she bore on her face. Yet that foreboding left as quickly as it came, her eyes lighting up and her wrinkled cheeks lifting into a smile as he ran towards her. It was a race, but he remembered little of the outcome. The chattering squeaks of young girls and boys, the feuds between cubs of the same litter, the soundest sleep he ever had at the side of an old woman and these children.

 

But the storm had come. Those memories were the smell of a promising air before the rain, the fragrance of red flowers with thin stems. He did not dwell upon them. The flowers fade, the air lies. Rain did not come, but fat bodied bees of steel - he knew now that it was ceramite - and the eyes of green, translucent jade, hard as the stone with the storm carried within their bodies.

 

Those days had come and left. War, and war, and war, and war was what he knew. A weapon forged in the eye of a golden god, promised only one terrible fate.

 

Khordelia knew this well, now knowing better than to trust grey clouds and red flowers.

 

The ship had calmed down, her bones slowing in their protests. Reality had met them once again. 

 

The fortress awaited. Months of travel had afforded him time to study it and its tale. It was a fine bulwark, example of the Imperium's defiance against the endless night. It was a grand sight, but far from shaking to a veteran of Badab and a hundred wars after.

 

His cheek twitches at the thought of his fellows at Erioch. Fellow Space Marines were never easy to meet for him, the hot shame of Badab inflamed by their presence and wordless sentence - A judgement worse than execution, for one of his brotherhood. 

 

"Approaching Watch Fortress Erioch, lord. Preparations are being made for your departure."

 

A voice speaks from outside the locked door, muffled only slightly by the steel. Khordelia makes no response as he hears boots sound out a crisp and clear rhythm as they walk away. Sharn, he thinks, a veteran of many battles in the blackness. A capable man. 

 

Khordelia opens his eyes, looking into the runes carved into his helm that lies on the table alongside his weapons. 

 

"A wyrd."

 

He murmurs and begins to prepare his arms. The black-clad await him.

 

 

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He walks slowly to the chamber where his Kill Team awaits. The past hours have been affairs of mundane activity, allocation of room, maps and more. His armoured stride reveals a tinge of excitement, though the helmed head suggests only stoic nobility. 

 

Now, it is getting interesting. The wyrd was being spun, as Ragnar would have said, and the colours of thread would be locked in the spindle. 

 

He pauses for a moment before he enters the chamber, a wave of unease hitting him. Atonement is never easy, not for a Mantis Warrior. It is why he came here to the Watch Fortress. Atonement, the storm and the sea. 

 

He weathers the tide, and the door hisses before him, opening up.

 

"Honour to you, warriors. I-"

 

He recognises the insignia of the Exorcists and the Wolves amongst the Space Marines assembled. Sins and virtues redouble the unease of a repenting warrior.

 

"I am Khordelia-Cáo of the Mantis Warriors, apothecary of our brotherhood." 


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As Brynjarr listened to Silkbeard and Mantanor conversation with one ear, he would go over and introduce himself to Mantanor when there was a moment.

 

Turning towards Loth, Brynjarr begun to answer the Apothecary’s question much as he had earlier told Silkbeard of the Voidborn’s home in the far reaches half a galaxy away.

 

 Once more the door hissed open and in stepped another marine, glad in green but with the white of the Apothecaries upon him as well.

 

This new marine starts to speak: "Honour to you, warriors. I-" but stops as he caught sight of those in the room.

 

Brynjarr’s earlier unease snaps back and his mind is back on that accursed moon, dwelling on one of the dark times when death loomed with utter certainty. Two apothecaries for a handful of warriors, what doom where they to fight. The Deathwatch where a Veteran force, and Brynjarr had been honored to be sent, but now it felt like a death sentence for a marine already declared dead to the brothers of his company. Shaking of these thoughts Brynjarr told himself that he would do his new brothers and his chapter proud and fight to live no matter what.

 

The new arrivals heraldry was unknown to Brynjarr, but it irked a memory from long ago, something he should remembered but that was to faint to pull upon.

 

"I am Khordelia-Cáo of the Mantis Warriors, apothecary of our brotherhood." 

 

And with those words the memory was suddenly within reach, the Badab Incident. There had been lecture given by Chaplain Lamont both as a warning against the archenemy’s snares and practical lessons learned after the event. While it was now long over it had been recent enough that any here present could have been directly involved. The Voidborn had not, but Brynjarr glanced around to Mantanor, Silkbeard, and lastly Loth right next to him to see how they reacted.   

 


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Artificer Ains enters the chambered the Chamber and his hidden gazed looked over the two Apothecaries and the other Hunters of the enemy without. He then approached Sigtrygg Olafsson, known as Silkbeard. "Ho, Feral Hunter. What do we have this day? Is it time for me to finally hunt something other than lost Lore? I appreciate the time for study but it has been to long since I have had a chance to taste the thrill of a prey on the loose." Once more Ains looked at the various markings of the different Marines some were familiar and some where not where is eyes rose was the lack of variety in the group's stances. It was obvious to his eye they were all men of similar make when it came to how they preferred their prey, at a distance somewhere in the middle. It was told to him in the little signs of the distance they held themselves from each other and the stances they took even at rest. This would not due for eliminating the enemy without one needs to be prepared for all contingencies. That somewhat explained his presence it would seem.

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"Honour to you, warriors. I-"

 

Loth turns and, as if suddenly placed into stasis, freezes. His snarling helmet is a an almost-perfect simulacrum of the expression hidden beneath.

 

The Exorcist was not part of the Chapter when a portion of it sailed to the Badab Sector and never paid attention to Arkken's dry sermons on heraldry, but there are some symbols that even the most ignorant recognises instantly.

 

His blood pressure rises, his vision narrows. His suit of power armour, sensing the sudden change in chemical balance, engages its attack protocols, analysing the situation and feeding the data directly to the HUD on the helmet lenses. It takes every ounce of self-control and willpower to blink-click them away one by one, and force his breathing to slow.


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The Space Wolf can smell the kill urge, albeit from himself.

 

Even through the sealed environment of powered armour, the vibrations are there for all to see, the alert predator tension of a Panthus about to charge, a Mantodene about to spear a smaller insect.  For a moment, the edged heresies of ten-thousand years in the past, replayed in the great schism of the Badab War, threatens again.  Brother against brother, blade against blade.  Chapter against - the crunch of a lock interrupts these thoughts.

 

The end of the chamber suddenly cracks open, and the billow of atmosphere carries in with it, the sigh of cool stone and incense freshening and focusing the minds in that saturated room.  As the tall black granite doors swing smoothly ajar, the white marble Aquila splayed across the seam is broken in two.  Perhaps it is a warning, if so, it is unmissable given the current humours of the occupants of the antechamber.  The leaves of the gate - for that is what opens - are several feet thick, but do not grind as you expect.  The faint noise of incredibly wrought mechanics purrs to move the barricade aside.  Perhaps the Artificers among you marvel at it - or knowing the works of the Imperium, find it satisfying.

 

Framed in the arch are two figures.  Both are striking for different reasons.

 

The first, because they are completely out of place.  Brown hair teased into rough semblance of order, the human female watches you all posturing with a small, amused smile.  Herr armoured bodyglove clings to an athletic frame, upon which, bulky slabs of armour protect her body.  Upon each hip sits a firearm.  The first is an ornate pistol made of ancient bronze and antique steel, altogether beyond your experience.  The other hip contains the more usual human sized Bolt pistol.

 

Both are trussed to her legs in holsters of strange dark-red hide, which looks akin to lizard scale or some kind of scaled leather.  The scent of tropics and hard deserts taint the nose of the burly Silkbeard.  Her hands linger near the weapons, then finally rest on her hips.  The smile does not disappear, but whatever mirth lurks there, it finds no match in her eyes.

 

The other figure is a giant compared to her.  An Astartes, broad and tall, his back ramrod straight.  His eyes are cold as Fenrisian winter, and as piecing as a blue star in the hardest vacuum.  His face, marred with the lines of war and duelling scars, has a stern aspect, and his nose puts the Aquila into aquiline.  Indeed - if the Imperium's eagle had a face - this would no doubt be it.  Unlike his companion, he is not dressed for combat.  He wears a simple robe of midnight blue, trimmed in sanguinite thread, which gleams in the light shed by the glowbulbs in the vaulted ceiling.  His only ornament is an amulet of baroque design.

 

Those of you in your battle harness see the frustration of the war-spirits, as they attempt to apply targeting reticules to him, yet are thwarted.

 

He takes a deep breath, assessing each of you.  "I am Watch Captain Martinez, sent by the Crimson Fists to stand Vigil here and to watch over you.  Brothers, you have come far to honour the old Oaths.  I will now hold you to them."

 

Three serfs appear from a side entrance next to the wall of Pauldrons, so admired by the Space Wolf.  They bear a mighty relic blade carrying the iconography of the Deathwatch, and the blade is festooned with purity seals, some of them hardened and yellowed by centuries of age.  It is set point down, and the serfs grasp it carefully, although you can hear their relief at no longer bearing the weight.

 

"Do you, sons of the Pantheon of Primarchs, the Scions of honourable and noble Astartes Chapters, swear your loyal service to the Deathwatch as long as needed?  Do you swear to stand tall beside your brothers, even as a single blade," he breaks off to take another breath, but none can miss the tiny glance he awards the Exorcist and Mantis Warrior.

 

"To combat the Xenos threat - even though it cost you your life?  And do you, now and forever swear to uphold the secrets of the Deathwatch, or be cast out in disgrace as an oathbreaker, a liar and a false-blade?"

 

"This is the Apocryphon Oath, sworn by all who serve, back to the beginning.  Swear now, or leave this place - to never return."

 

His voice is not raised, and neither does it break or crack.  It is the voice of a warrior who has sent troops of all stripes to war on a thousand battlefields, and it now rests quietly, dormant and waiting.

 

Expectant.


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Brynjarr droped to one knee, head bowed. “I so swear,” ‘and am thus reborn’ he added in his mind.   


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Silkbeard removes his left gauntlet and grasps the sword blade barehanded. Blood flows from his grasp as he recites the oath, unstemmed by hypercoagulants. The sacred oath being sworn, he fits the gauntlet back onto his hand. 


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The symbols of the Artificer, Copper circuitry that had been inlaid, running from each temple, down the orbital, across the cheek till then ended suddenly on either side of the jaw. The circuits had glowed a an ominous electric blue. The face plate had been carefully worked into the visage of a human skull, with dim glowing bulbs peeping out from cavernous eye sockets. Glowed powerfully as Ains spoke in a gravely graven tone, “By the Omnissiah, Machine aspect of the God Emperor, I pledge again the oath of the Hunt of thy enemies. Gathered here are the Hounds that shall bring you the most glorious of prey. The Feral, the Seekers in the void, The ones that fight in the beyond, those that dive in the biological and the mechanical. We are Hunters under the stars, the moon of blood, with the wolves in space and beyond shall bring down the enemy without with every last breathe and beyond even thus no matter how many remain. I shall keep the faith and maintain the focus those that embark on the saga to engage in another great hunt.”
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Mantanor glares at the Artificier as he returns to the line. "Verbose there, eh Tinkerer?" He approaches the Watch Captain and places a hand upon the blade.

 

"By the strength the Emperor has given me, I shall hunt his foes. Umbra sumus."


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In the interests of pushing forward a little, I'm going to assume everyone takes the Oath.  If you wish to drop a scene after this post showing your commitment to your new service, please go ahead!

 

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Martinez looks over you all as you confirm your service in your different ways.  Those examining him carefully find the sharp glimmer of approval in his eyes.  One of the serfs approaches a mighty tome and heaving the book open, steps back to annotate to an autoquill, barking as loudly as he can. "Let the records show honour has been done!"

 

Martinez beckons you with a coaxing hand.  "Quickly Brothers, for time is against us."

 

He leads you into the room he came from, and each of you file in, shoulder-plate to shoulder-plate, looking at a hololithic etching of the warzone you are being sent to.  You can find the picture here.  His sturdy finger disturbs the image, leaving ripples in the brilliant luminescence.  "This is Baraban, a world besieged by the T'au, in the zone known as the Greyhell Front," he breaks off as a strange look comes over his face, but it is merely the flicker of recalled trivia. "It is called the Grey - Hell, because of the choking ash that covers a lot of the worlds.  It is a feature common to all planets in the warzone."

 

He lets out a sharp grunt, perhaps amused by the poetic nonsense conjured into his own Strategium.  He clasps his hands loosely behind his back, brow smooth in thought.  Acolytes bearing the Inquisitorial seal hasten around the room, and Adepts carry sheaves of orders.  He takes another breath.  "The Deathwatch," he says carefully, "have three tasks for you."

 

"The Tau leader is called Shas'O Mal'Caor, a Fire Caste leader of some repute and capability.  He is Perfidius Extremis, and the target of your Kill Team."  He taps the holotable and another dataslate tears into being, overlaying and clipping into the map you are studying as Martinez speaks.  You can find this here.

 

"Make no mistake.  Your primary task is assassination.  He must die by your hand, or Imperial Forces on Baraban will suffer greatly. We cannot effect a Drop Pod Assault thanks to the hyper-accelerated air defences."  His finger tapes more runes on the map.

 

"One of your secondary tasks is their elimination, otherwise you will not be able to extract.  This is Objective Theta."

 

The woman has taken position across form you, a few metres away.  Her presence is causing a slight tingle in your gut, but maybe it is anticipation about the mission to come.  She appears determined to say something, words boiling to pass her lips.  "Objective Rho," she blurts, "is vital to the mission."

 

"I was coming to that," Martinez does not shout or condescend, but his face is painted with something bordering on exasperation.  "Objective Rho is an Imperial Listening station, equipped with an augur powerful enough to detect any and all troop movements.  It fell into Tau hands, and is now being fortified by the Earth Caste."

 

"This too must be destroyed," Martinez straightens his shoulders and looks at you.  "Questions?"


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Ains looked to his fellows as they completed the oaths in their own way. With a dismissive glance towards the Dark Hunter he spoke, "Verbose or not, it is appropriate to honor a new chapter in the saga of the Imperium. How about thee, Hunter of the spaces hidden to most? Why are thee so lacking in words for such an occasion?" With that little bit of scorn dripped barb coming from a gravely and mechanical voice he turned to the Watch Captain. "I do have several Questions on the execution of this hunt, For the Perfidius Extremis, If able should we question Assassin target for tactical and strategic data for the imperial forces?" His eyes behind the mask came alight with anticipation which also flowed into his voice. "What are our available assets for distraction, or for entrapping the targets and is there any coordination with imperial forces as not to end up in an artillery strike or messing up some battle plan? Finally about Objective Rho, the listening post, do we have to destroy it or is capturing it and giving it back to imperial lines good enough, same with Tau anti Air batteries?" 

 

 

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"Er Khagan, er ordu gamana Jaghatai. Er Imperatora."

 

With these words, Khordelia swore his oath. The ancient Chogorian was from the annals of the Scars before the Heresy, borne by warriors of the Khan in their myriad raiments for centuries with honour. Now, after Badab drowned them in mud, the Mantis Warrior would see them honoured like none other had done before. By bow or blade, he was bound. Bound to the Watch, a faint flicker of a smile appeared on his lips. 

 

Honour - What a glorious prospect.

 

(Will add some more about Khordelia's reaction to Loth.)

 

Khordelia considers the information relayed to the Kill Team. This is not a mission without great risk, but he did not expect any less from the Watchers in Black. 

 

He simply nods and remains silent, and contemplates the battles to come. 


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What do we know about his location, do we know exactly where he is in the black mountains?  Is it possible to eliminate him via orbital bombardment? I assume not, otherwise we wouldn't be here. Unless of course you require a trophy to prove the Nidingir is dead. If we know about his regular movements and likely bodyguard this will make the hunt easier. If we don't know where he is perhaps capturing objective Rho first may give us a fix on his position.


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Studding the hololithic map on display, Brynjarr focused on the terrain, scale and location of key features. He had no intention of being lost on the surface without at least some markers as to where friendly installations are. Next he focused on the marked disposition of friendly and enemy forces.

 

As Martinez outlined the objectives Brynjarr located each on the map and began plotting rough paths and routes based on the terrain given.

 

“Sir, for Objective Rho, if its destruction is the goal, and the sooner the better, given the capabilities of the augurs that have fallen into enemy hands, would an orbital strike not be prudent? Station Rho is far from the indicated enemy Air and Orbital defenses. While I am not familiar with these local Xenos their force disposition suggests their capability are similar to standard Imperial Guard or Planetary Defense Force requirements for Orbital defenses."

 

"Furthermore we know exactly where Station Rho is, unlike the enemy commander, or any mobile forces that could have moved since this map was compiled. As such an accurate lance or orbital strike would be within the skills of even an average Navy ship.”

 

 

 

Rolled to see what I would get and to get into the habit to see if Brynjarr knows anything about the Tau, result:  49. As his Int is 40 I assume he fails which is appropriate as the Voidborn area of operation is far from Tau space. 


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"I admit, I too am unfamiliar with this... creature and it's ilk," he says. "But I am glad we will get to know them personally soon, hmm? Heh heh"

 

Rolled a 62 for knowledge.


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As the questions roll into the room, the incense continues to wisp across the interval, making the hololithic images of bunkers, air defences and installations flicker and shift.  In the background, the noise of vox officers chattering comes quietly.

 

Martinez looks you all over, then peers at the human on the other side of the holotable.  The exchange of glances is a long one before the Watch-Captain speaks.

 

"I'll reply to those in order," he says it as if that is the only way things work, "There is no reason to interrogate the Iron Spider - a bolt shell through the head will be more than sufficient.  Our research into the Tau way of war, much like your own, Artificer, suggests that the military structure will not collapse, but it will rob the enemy of a strategic asset, and that is how we must view this.  As for distraction and entanglement, the Tau forces are busy pounding the Imperial Guard, and you are slipping in by the back door."

 

"As for co-ordination," he shrugs, "I would rather not parade you in front of the Imperial forces.  The operations of the Deathwatch must sometimes be in ignorance," his glance once again connects with the female agent.

 

Martinez takes a half-step backwards, pivoting to look at the Space Wolf.  "You assume correctly, Hunter Olafsson, although never assume anything whilst serving in the Deathwatch."

 

Was that a tiny flicker of amusement?  Impossible.

 

"The Iron Spider is as his namesake," Martinez continues, "but we have reason to believe he is no longer in the Black Mountains."  The Watch-Captain nods at the map again.  "Objective Theta is a command and control bunker complex, partially subterranean.  He commands from there, and his hole is what those guns are protecting."

 

He gives a soft sigh as a serf approaches him, and head bowed passes him a dataslate.  It is the third in ten minutes.  He peers at it, adds his thumbprint and returns the device.  The serf scurries away.  "Commodore Drogan, the Imperial Navy man at the Greyhell front, tells me that the orbital action is..." Martinez pauses to lick his lips, "lively.  As Brynjarr points out, a Ship-Of-The-Line could deliver the blow, but the cruisers do not tarry long enough.  Fortunately for the Navy, orbital bombardment has been forbidden.  The cowardly Spider hides amongst a civilian population, one that feeds us with information and yearns for Imperial rule."

 

"Speaking of a lance strike," the woman's voice is steady, but a surprise into the sudden pause, "we cannot destroy Objective Rho just like that."  She makes a sweeping gesture with her hand.  "The...aliens have...modified it, and we need to see what new technology has been integrated."

 

Martinez stares at her, not even bothering to hide his displeasure, but turning it into a grimace.  "There is your answer Brother Brynjarr.  One I have been given and which we must accept. The Inquisition has spoken."

 

The Watch Captain shrugs, displacing his mood as if it were a cloak.  "Using the Stalker-vox, we can maintain contact and keep you appraised of Mal'Caor's location and movements, but we expect him to linger in his...Run'al - or bunker.  His habit is to inspect the new drafts of troops.  We intend to exploit the natural consequence of going toe-to-toe with an Imperial Battleline."


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I guess we'll have to load up on armour piercing rounds so.

 

Do we have any way of communicating with the xenos or understanding their transmissions? It may be useful to interrogate a prisoner or to listen into their transmissions. I understand the tau are one of the xenos races who become compliant if you threaten to immolate high ranking prisoners or their young. 


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"I'll reply to those in order," he says it as if that is the only way things work, "There is no reason to interrogate the Iron Spider - a bolt shell through the head will be more than sufficient.  Our research into the Tau way of war, much like your own, Artificer, suggests that the military structure will not collapse, but it will rob the enemy of a strategic asset, and that is how we must view this.  As for distraction and entanglement, the Tau forces are busy pounding the Imperial Guard, and you are slipping in by the back door."

 

"Well it is true their structure won't collapse, then should we assume you want us to create discord in their hierarchy if available? I am assuming denial of involvement isn't as much as a concern as just reaching the objectives in the most effective manner."

 

 

"Speaking of a lance strike," the woman's voice is steady, but a surprise into the sudden pause, "we cannot destroy Objective Rho just like that."  She makes a sweeping gesture with her hand.  "The...aliens have...modified it, and we need to see what new technology has been integrated."

 

"I see. I assume that is one of the reasons you asked for a disciple of the Omnissiah. That doesn't answer the question of if Capture of these strategic sites is alright? Or is the thought the current Naval and Guard Forces can't keep the facilities if retaken? Further is retrieval of the modifications considered apart of an objective at all? "

 

Ains looked at the map deep in thought but also memorizing it from every conceivable angle. The objectives are fairly straight forward, outside the Tau technology modifications to the Imperial Listening Station. This seemed to be more a traditional hunt than he had been on in ages. Since his training at Mars and Mjorn his focus had been the hunting of technologies and knowledge more often than not. 


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"Do we have any way of communicating with the xenos or understanding their transmissions? It may be useful to interrogate a prisoner or to listen into their transmissions. I understand the tau are one of the xenos races who become compliant if you threaten to immolate high ranking prisoners or their young."

 

"Interesting thoughts, Silkbeard.  A Tau linguistic expert will be provided," the young woman replies.

 

A grin splits her face and her eyes light up.

 

"I see. I assume that is one of the reasons you asked for a disciple of the Omnissiah. That doesn't answer the question of if Capture of these strategic sites is alright? Or is the thought the current Naval and Guard Forces can't keep the facilities if retaken? Further is retrieval of the modifications considered apart of an objective at all? "

 

Before he can hide it, a glimmer of relief strikes Martinez's face.  "Many are the devices of the alien - all which will be revealed to you.  You have the situation correctly.  If the mission fails, then at least the assets will be destroyed, and beyond the grasp of the enemy.  The...modifications decision will be left to Inquisitrix Galleus," he gestures to the female agent, with a slight incline of his head.


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Brynjarr listened in silence, friendly civilian population intermixed with the enemy could be a challenge, and a hindrance. However, for their deliverance from the Xenos it would take more than an assassination, especially if the enemies command structure was robust as seemed to be the case, or destruction of some enemy assets. Brynjarr hoped that they would be but the opening salvo in a broadside and that the Imperial Guard could use the confusion to deliver further significant blows to the Xenos and drive them to their doom.

 

He regarded the Inquisitor demeanor with disdain; she was trading Human lives for a chance at Xenos Tech-heresies. While knowledge was always a tool to strife for, so as to better deal with threats to humanity, this hardly seemed the time or place, she could always pick over the ruins once the war was won. If the enemy got the station working for them before it was destroyed then the price would be high in allied lives as imperial positions along the front would be exposed.

 

Seeing that the Watch Captain was deferring to her Brynjarr knew that he had neither the right nor the means to challenger her on this, and as his new brothers where accepting of the role they had been cast in for this mission he kept his silence. If this was their task they would do it well, the flaws in this operation would not be in their actions.  


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"Very well. Finally are there any localised conditions we should be aware of? I presume in and exfiltration will be via some mean of lander rather than drop pod?"

 

"We should probably load up on equipment then move out to kill the enemy jarl".


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"Very well. Finally are there any localised conditions we should be aware of? I presume in and exfiltration will be via some mean of lander rather than drop pod?"

 

Martinez answers.  "You will be inserted by Corvus Blackstar, a combat flier akin to the Stormfang or Stormraven gunships your Chapters will be used to.  In fact," a smile almost tugs at the corners of his mouth, "you have already met our pilot.  Ironbreaker will, quite literally, drop you off."

 

The young, clean-shaven Wolf who accompanied Silkbeard to the strategium appears at the end of the small corridor adjoining the planning room to the antechamber you met up in.  He effects a shallow bow, with a slight smile.  His fangs peeking from below his upper lip.

 

"Should you meet heavy resistance," Martinez continues, "try and fight your way back to our lines.  Refuge can be found at our Staging Zone," he taps the hololithic map, making the brilliant shimmer flicker.

 

"We plan to insert you early, under cover of darkness.  Heavy volcanic activity leads us to believe there will be a sizeable eruption, covering the front with thick grey ash for several hours.  A diversionary attack by the Motressan 9th will keep the aliens busy."

 

"We should probably load up on equipment then move out to kill the enemy, jarl".

 

"I shall prepare," Galleus says, before departing the strategium.  Oddly, she takes the long way around the room, serfs and adepts fleeing before her as though she is beating mice from wheat.

 

As she leaves, Martinez inclines his head at the use of the honorific by Silkbeard.  His pose becomes informal, hands thrust to meet each other in the sleeves of his robe.  The adepts continue their chatter and routine.  As he steps closer to you all, you can see his face looks drawn, a war in his eyes between duty and Brotherhood, like there is more to say, but maybe oaths such as the one you have just sworn bind his tongue.

 

It is the first glimmer of the decisions and challenges which you await.

 

"Remember, Brothers," he speaks as if from far away, almost wistful, "we may serve alongside the Ordo, even carry their symbol...yet  we are still sovereign in every act we undertake." He returns to the present with a frown, a decision made that perhaps satisfies whatever agreements he is bound to.  "Assume nothing."

 

"Are there any more questions?"


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"The Inquisitor is coming with us? Will she be acting as interpreter or can we expect two mortals to accompany us?"


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It was comforting to know the Martinez was not so bound by the inquisition that he was beholden to their power. Cooperation was all good and fine, but Astartes are independent and that should always be respected.

 

“Sir, do we need to Escort her? An un-augmented charge to shepherd could have significant detriment to our efficiency and mobility, especially as we have lots of ground to cover between objectives.”


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"I agree, hmm. We should be hunting untethered. If she wants a treasure hunt, she can sift through the ruins of the listening station when we are done with it." 

"What do we know of the tactics of this filth? If we strike at Rho first, would that draw out a response from the Spider, or will it remain in its lair, hmm?"


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