01x06 - Against the Horde

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Kazarion! No!

In blood you are armoured!

Rafael!

No. No!

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I am vengeance! I am wrath!

I am death!

Kazarion!

Lower. Your. Sword.

It passes.

I remember

Rafael.

Can you stand, Kazarion?

Close ranks!

Tiro, lay down hellfire.

Sangrael, retrieve Brother Melchior

and take right flank.

Virgilio, left flank.

On your feet, brother.

This is no place to die.

Together.

For the Blood!

We are surrounded.

Glory and death!

We need Kazarion's aid!

He has more need

of ours in this moment.

Stand firm!

Make them pay

for every inch with blood!

Are you with us, Kazarion?

I am

with you

Rest, child, and know

you shall soon be avenged.

A vessel

is on a collision heading, Ship Mistress.

Fire the batteries, full broadside.

Several targets are

above the plane of g*n traverse.

Increasing engine burn.

They mean

to ram us, Ship Mistress.

Then they will hasten their doom.

All hands! Brace for impact!

We have been boarded, Ship Mistress.

Enemy contacts in decks forty

through forty-seven.

Lord Hadrael,

we're a sitting target.

We need to be free of the dock now.

I am working as swift

as mercury, Mistress Solken.

With respect, the bridge is under threat

and if we are not free soon

I am aware of

the consequences.

My optimism appears to

be unfounded, Ship Mistress.

I cannot release us

from the dock from here.

It might be possible

from within the docking limb,

but the enemy strength

is too great for me alone.

- We shall come to aid you.

- Negative.

The bridge must hold.

I am withdrawing.

There is another possibility of aid.

What is this place?

Who are you?

You are in the Last City, Captain Orpheo.

Welcome to Niades.

I remember the attack.

The xenos.

You have need

of contextual data.

You were ambushed while meeting

with one of my servitor proxies.

The corporaptor hominis xenos

species

overwhelmed you

and your fellow Adeptus Astartes.

Who are you?

I am Magos Dominus

designated Castia-Theta-9.

I have already identified myself

via remote holo-projection

and code identification

when my proxy servitor unit

met you prior to the ambush.

I am the last component

of the Imperial mechanism of this world.

What became of my brothers?

Why are they not here beside me?

All expired.

You alone survived.

For efficiency in this interaction

I have projected your likely queries.

Your kind can absorb

information at several times

above standard comprehension.

What are you showing me?

Niades,

tithe grade Exactis Prima.

Location of an Adeptus Telepathica

relay choir and a Warp travel transit hub.

Everything within bounds,

limited levels of civil instability

and acceptable levels of corruption

Nothing outside the standard weaknesses

bred by human flesh.

But a parasite

found a home in that flesh.

The gene-vector of the

corporaptor hominis sub-species.

Tyranid.

Through human hosts they bred,

becoming stronger with every generation.

They spread and multiplied,

until eventually they were

as a serpent wrapped

around the throat of this world,

undetected, waiting.

They feel the call

of their parent species draw closer,

the call of the hive fleet

that they believe is the voice

of their many-armed god.

They took this world

to prepare for its coming.

Their w*r blighted the land

and sky.

But their false god never comes.

The parasites are left

with a ruined world

and no way of reaching their false heaven.

Their biocycle enters dormancy.

They begin to wither,

the population they have

infected, dwindling.

But they are resourceful.

They adapt.

They enslaved the Astropaths

in the tower

and sent a call through

the storm. 'Safe harbour'.

Ships come and they take them.

An armada with which

to leave the planet.

Correct.

They fill the ships with their breed

and wait for the storms to pass.

They hunger to spread the infection

of their flesh to other worlds.

Millions dead

and yet you survive.

There was no other acceptable outcome.

Iron endures where flesh fails.

So, I have waited.

For what?

For you, Captain Orpheo.

What are they doing?

What does it matter?

Do you need help reloading?

No, do you?

They won't face us piecemeal,

give them a moment.

This is the end then.

It has been my honour

to stand with you, brothers.

To the slaughter then.

To the end.

By the Angel's grace

There's more work here

than our father´s grace.

We are designated proxy units

for Magos Dominus Castia-Theta-9.

I have data-knowledge of your Captain.

Follow.

Enemy have reached

the command deck, Ship Mistress,

and are closing in on the bridge.

All remaining armsmen

to the primary bridge junction.

Tell the Navigator to secure himself.

Nothing gets through.

Nothing.

Quickly quickly, faster

more speed, yes,

more speed and all will be safe

all shall be well.

You were waiting for me?

Random chance brought us

to your world.

You could not have predicted

events would unfold as they have.

Chance is just an imprecise

understanding of probability.

You, or someone like you,

would come eventually.

And you did.

In time, the improbable

becomes inevitable.

That's bolter fire.

The weapons of my brothers.

Your Blood Angels

have come for you, Captain.

Another factor that is so predictable

as to be near certainty.

Do not be concerned.

I will bring them

to where they need to be.

Release me, tech-priest.

I must go to them.

You are not shackled here, Captain.

You have been betrayed by your flesh.