01x08 - Rise

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Defence turret ammunition expended,

mistress.

The doors will hold for

They will hold for a while.

Begin the rituals of destruction.

What of Techmarine Hadrael?

His last signal was that he had a means

of getting us free from the dock.

Should Lord Hadrael fail,

I will not see the Sword

become a nest for xenos.

Aye, Ship Mistress.

Angel carry you swift, Hadrael.

They are coming.

The false angels rise through the tower.

This means nothing.

They cannot hope to pass

through the tower and live.

The tech-witch found a way

into the sky-hoists

that lead to the sanctuary,

and has brought them to it.

You have failed, sibling.

And now your pride would allow the unclean

into the sanctuary of our father.

I shall send the true angels

to face the false.

They shall do what you could not.

I am coming.

They shall fall to our claws

even if it is

at the doors of the sanctuary.

Do what you like, it matters not!

He is waking

Father! I hear you!

Do you fear me a phantom, Sergeant?

No, my Captain.

I am pleased to find you alive

and with a sword in your hand.

As am I, Ancaeus. As am I.

You have done all

that duty calls for and more.

As I knew you would.

Tiro, does your arm yet grow

weary of carrying that thing?

Never, my Captain.

Well met, brother.

My Captain.

It is good to see you

standing with us once more, brother.

Sangrael, what do you make

of our fate this day?

The enemy is many and we few.

We shall be tested,

but shall be found the equal of our trial.

This is our hour.

We are the Angels of Baal.

We are the Emperor's wrath.

And we bring death!

They come!

My thanks, Tiro.

Log data observation.

Aggression and survival instinct

still in place,

in spite of its kin abandoning it.

Thesis.

Something has catalysed

heightened aggression

and overridden

the normal biological shut-down processes.

Omni Fifty-Five Fifty-Five.

Oversee promethium refuelling

and loading of the ammunition.

Compliance.

The soul of the Machine God

surrounds thee.

Meridian One-Seventeen,

stabilise fluid pressure

in the vanguard infusion stents.

Compliance.

The power of the Machine God invests thee.

Ferrum Eighty-Six,

test all coaxial terminus cables

in preparation for biological relay.

Ferrum Eighty-Six, acknowledge command.

Ferrum Eighty-Six logged

as destroyed.

Yes, yes.

Dirge Three-Three, execute previous order.

Compliance.

The hate of the Machine God drives thee.

Zeta Six!

Lower the sarcophagus.

Compliance.

The Machine God endows thee with life!

Request confirmation of final

machine spirit ignition evocation.

Compliance.

Our father, he wakens.

He has sensed the approach of our exodus.

He feels the blades

of the unclean on his children.

He hears

He wakes

He wakes!

These beasts don't know

when they are dead.

It is their brood mind.

The Patriarch wakes

and they respond to its will.

If we do not slay it,

there shall be no stopping them.

A fine k*ll.

Brother-Captain.

They mean to overwhelm us

before we can reach the doors.

We are with you, Captain.

The enemy shall not break us.

No.

You and Ancaeus take Palidus

and Melchior and breach the doors.

The sire of this brood must die.

We will give you what time we can.

- Captain

- Go!

As you order.

Sons of Sanguinius! Angels of the Emperor!

We end this now!

Awake, Lord Ignis,

I, Hadrael of Baal, priest of Mars,

beseech you

Awake!

I am the death of foes.