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[ominous music]

[thundering]

Well?

Tell me it’s seventy.

[Adept] Great Princeps Gemnon, I bid you-

Is it seventy?

My Princeps, my servitors have laboured for eighteen hours to-

Give me a straight answer.

Moderati Nynex. Is it seventy?

[Nynex] Sixty-six, my Princeps.

[ominous music]

The shortfall?

[Adept] Noospherics and sensoria.

Noospherics are burned out.

Primary sensoria arrays are at thirty-two,

but exhibit serious intermittent faults that only a full re-weave

of the neural trunking will eliminate-

We don’t have time for that.

We don’t have time for anything.

The battle-damage sustained during your last sortie was severe, Great Princeps.

Full repairs must be conducted. You must wait-

They are not waiting!

[explosions]

They are not waiting.

There will not be a ‘later’, adept.

I have waited eighteen hours.

We work with what we have, or we die.

[mechanical clanking]

Great Princeps, given the warzone conditions the survival projection

for an engine at sixty-six operational is twenty-eight minutes.

Then we will fight for twenty-eight minutes.

[ominous music]

[Adept] Omnissiah! See now what thou hast wrought!

Awaken now this engine, so that it may scourge the traitor foe!

[Nynex] Astrum Venger reports ready to walk with us, my Princeps.

Is there support?

[Nynex] Magnificar Logos and Naxos Bellum are directed

to form up with us once we’re in the field.

I thought Bellum was lost?

[Nynex] Princeps Isaacs was lost.

Bellum has undergone repair at depot nine-four,

and Princeps Augustine appointed.

Augustine wasn't even a senior moderati, last I heard.

[Nynex] Spare parts are in short supply, my Princeps.

Aren’t they just?

[Adept] Grant it the power to smite the enemies of mankind!

Awaken now Aurora Ferrum-

[ominous music]

[Nynex] Wire in.

[Steersman] Connectives rigged.

[Nynex] Coils to four.

[Nynex] Pre-start.

[Nynex] Life to limbs, life to mounts.

[Steersman] Voltaics keyed.

[Nynex] Life to spine.

[Steersman] Flushing hydraulics. Motivation reports pre-start set.

[Nynex] So advised, stand by.

[Nynex] She wakes, my Princeps.

Thank you, Moderati. Clear the floor.

[gasp]

[grunt]

I am Orla Gemnon. You know me.

[booming electronic sound]

I am here. I would walk with you.

By the grace of the Holy Omnissiah,

I am your Princeps. You know me.

Aurora Ferrum. We will walk together, you and I.

Perhaps for the last time.

[groan]

Fusion attained with mind impulse unit.

[Nynex] So advised, my Princeps. Running connective diagnostics...

Cognitive, clear. Peripherals, clear. Neural, clear.

We have an accord.

[ominous music]

[Nynex] Intrinsic musculature in viable accordance.

Oh, she wants to walk. I can feel it in every inch of sacred iron.

We are Aurora Ferrum of the Legio Gryphonicus.

The defence of the Imperial Sanctum is our only imperative.

The Palace must not fall.

The forces of the Traitor Lupercal must be denied, no matter the cost.

We walk upon Terra.

[booming footfall]

-Firing solution! Nynex! -[klaxons]

Moderati! We had a positive acquisition!

[Nynex] Sensoria just dropped out again, my princeps. Recalibrating auspex.

Do what you can.

[Nynex] They warned us. An intermittent signal is--

I know what they told us, Moderati.

Focus.

Did that help?

[Nynex] No, my Princeps.

It helped me.

We need to see.

If the auspex is dead,

slave all pict-feed from the targeting servitors to my station.

[gunfire]

-[Nynex] Taking ground fire, my Princeps! -[sound]

Voids to full!

[Nynex] Diverting power.

[disturbing music]

voids at full radiance.

[Nynex] Limited feed from the targetters, my Princeps.

I have it.

[Nynex] Ground targets identified.

The traitor Sixteenth, my Princeps. Sons of Horus.

Traitor bastards...

Composing target solutions-

No need. Autoloaders!

Priming, Princeps!

Brace-

[choral music]

What's our status?

[Nynex] Sensoria zero, cycling for re-start attempt.

Shields sixty-eight. Magazine seventy-nine. Output low green.

The rest of the group, Moderati?

[Nynex] Transponders show Astrum Venger and Magnificar Logos one mile behind us,

and Naxos Bellum point five to port.

Signal them to close up. What’s our location?

Insufficient data, my Princeps.

Insufficient?

Terrain mapping is blanking. It's just-

Nynex?

All we have is the last recorded plot,

which places us two-eight leagues from the Lion’s Gate.

Lion’s Gate is a hundred leagues south.

The Sensoria failure must have corrupted our data. Nothing can be trusted.

Do what you can.

If this is our last charge, I'd at least like to know where our bones will lie.

Sensoria re-set! We have active auspex!

Status?

Twenty-two percent. Not much...

Well done, Nynex.

Find me those targets again.

Auspex running...

Targets re-acquired. Nine contact masses, distance two point four leagues.

Confirmed as traitor engines. Legio Mortis.

Confirmed?

Auspex running...

Lead engine identified as Atrox Sardonicus.

Sardonicus. Well, there’s a thing.

An old score we can settle.

Plot an intercept course.

Steersman? Onward!

[Steersman] By your will, princeps.

Half stride.

I want firing solutions in thirty seconds.

In work.

Gemnon to battlegroup. All elements close in and form on my lead.

Prepare to assault that maniple.

[radio noises]

Battlegroup Inviolate Resolve. Confirm my instruct.

Trying voxcaster boost-

[alarm beeping]

Hard contact! Hard contact! Point two, closing, port!

Shit!