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[intense music playing]

[thudding]

[thunder rumbling]

[Nynex] Hard contact.

Hard contact! Point two, closing.

Reverse stride!

Reverse stride!

[thudding]

Bring us around! Power to claw!

[metal groan]

I know that heraldry.

It's Clavius Dread, Legio Tempestus.

Nothing can be trusted.

It has achieved weapons lock on us, my Princeps.

But it is not firing.

[beeping]

Hail her.

Open.

This is Gemnon,

of the most valorous Aurora Ferrum.

[wind whooshing]

This is Princeps Senioris Areum Keeso,

Clavius Dread of Tempestus.

Salutations to my worthy kin of Gryphonicus.

Tempestus!

I did not think any loyal Stormlords

still survived.

You walk alone?

Since forever.

Last engine standing.

We hunt well, today.

By all means, join us.

I would welcome a great engine of the Stormlords by my side.

[Keeso] I'm sure you would, Orla Gemnon.

But in this instance,

I suggest you abandon your assault

and join my attack instead.

Repeat and clarify!

Commit your engines in my support.

I have another target,

a better one.

We are tracking nine traitor engines, Senioris.

What could take priority?

Horus Lupercal.

[tense music playing]

Say again.

The Warmaster.

I have just intercepted enemy transmissions.

He has finally set foot on Terra.

He's…

he is here?

[Keeso] He finally walks the Throneworld.

We must assume his endgame is now in progress.

Is this verified, Senioris?

Stand by.

Sharing data-capture.

[static crackle]

[intense music playing]

[static crackle]

The Archtraitor himself…

And less than two leagues from our location, Gemnon.

We have a chance, sister.

An opportunity to end him

We cannot let it pass.

With respect, Senioris,

there is nothing about this data that can be authenticated.

It could be enemy propaganda.

-It could be-- -It could be

-It could be-- -It could be many things, Gemnon.

No data can be trusted at this hour.

But if it is him…

I understand, Princeps Senioris.

Cogitate your line, assault proposal.

My engines will walk with you.

I am gratified.

Fall in on my left flank, half-stride.

The Omnissiah will bless us for this, Gemnon.

Keeso out.

[dramatic music playing]

Steersman! Execute manoeuvre! Half stride!

By your will, Princeps! Half stride.

[thunder rumbling]

[thudding]

Moderati!

Relay the supportive action order to our other engines.

Your will, my Princeps.

I taste doubt in you, Nynex.

How I feel about it is irrelevant, my Princeps.

My loyalty is total

to you and to the Omnissiah.

The same goes for every member of this crew.

If this is your will,

we will obey without hesitation.

If you think we must pursue this target,

then we will.

I would not care to explain to the Emperor

that we had this chance and failed to take it, Moderati.

We trust in your instincts, my Princeps.

[metallic clanging]

[sombre music playing]

[thudding]

The battlegroup report

ready to receive your brief, my Princeps.

Very good. Display, please.

Princeps. Salutations.

Explain your decision, Gemnon.

The evidence supplied by the Tempestus engine

is worthless.

A bold remark, Augustine,

from one who was so recently a moderati.

A callous remark, Princeps Lead,

from one who knows how bitterly I earned this honor.

A fair riposte.

Forgive me, Princeps.

Emotions run high.

This data cannot be corroborated,

so it must be ignored

in favor of verified acquisitions.

It is enemy propaganda.

The foe hopes to break our resolve

by showing the archfiend laying siege to the last gate.

Yet he was always coming here.

Is it foolish to think, at this late hour,

he might have finally arrived?

We had a battlegroup on our scopes, Gemnon.

Nine targets principle.

Enemy engines!

And you abandon that to follow this…

this folly?

He has to be somewhere.

Horus Lupercal would never present himself

so openly.

The Warmaster would never turn against the Imperium.

Isn't that what we believed?

You place your trust

in Keeso of the Stormlords, then?

As much as I place it anywhere in these days

of blood and bitterness,

I do not believe this data.

But we have to act upon it.

We are committed, my commanders.

Are you with me?

You have my support, of course.

DeMartine out.

I walk with you, Princeps Lead, whatever my reservations.

Augustine out.

Damn you, Orla.

If you are walking us into the grave…

We are in the grave already.

And whatever we walk into, Yuri,

I will be leading the way.

For Gryphonicus, then.

War is just.

Zaro out.

[thudding]

[intense music playing]

Hard stop! Hard stop!

Report!

Clavius Dread has affected a hard stop, my Princeps!

Keeso! This is Gemnon! Report!

[Keeso] There's an engine-killer out there.

[rain pattering]

My guess is a Shadowsword.

Four leagues out, perhaps five.

None of us have the shield-strength

to toy with this prey.

My kindred, we should move.

Negative.

It can't have a visual lock on us!

It will be listening for step-echo.

[rain pattering]

I need a moment to manifest an auspex lock.

Auspex?

Down to ten, and failing again, my Princeps.

I have solution. Firing!

[missiles firing]

[explosion]

Target kill?

Auspex down.

No confirmation.

Senioris?

Confirmed tread-kill.

I had a clear lock on it.

[explosion]

Astrum Venger is hit!

Registering significant damage!

It's hunting the weakest of the maniple.

She said she'd killed it.

Get me a lock, Moderati!

Auspex is inactive!

DeMartine?

DeMartine, respond!

Hull penetration.

Fire in Motivation chamber.

Suppression systems active.

Trying to stabilize.

I had a clean auspex lock on its hull metallics.

[explosion]

Senioris!

It's heat-tracking DeMartine's burn-plume.

Nynex! Boost acoustics.

My Princeps?

It's deceiving auspex.

But that's a Volcano Cannon.

Boost acoustic and pinpoint origin of the power-build!

At once, my Princeps!

Acoustic track.

Origin located.

Kill it.

[rain pattering]

[missiles firing]

[auspex beeping]

[explosion]

[rumbling]

[auspex beeping]

It's done.

Are we certain this time?

[Nynex] Acoustics confirm, tread kill.

DeMartine? Astrum Venger, respond.

Fire suppressed.

We have hull and internal damage.

Multiple casualties.

Motivation is in tatters.

Can you hold?

Our power is restricted.

Shield's gone.

We can walk and fight.

Stabilize your engine, Princeps.

Engines advance. Half stride.

Senioris Keeso.

We will have a conversation.

[Keeso] On open vox, Gemnon?

No.

Come alongside.

We will hard-link our manifolds.

[Keeso] Ah, a private conversation!

[rain pattering]

[thudding]

Mechadendrite hard-link established.

Link achieved.

Thank you, Moderati.

Senioris Keeso.

Orla.

You are angry.

I had just persuaded my engines to follow

despite their misgivings.

What happened?

I told you the auspex can't be trusted.

[Keeso] I had a solid lock.

But you improvised well.

Acoustic tracking was a shrewd gambit.

Senioris.

What is your level of auspex damage?

It was not a problem with my auspex.

It was a problem with the world my auspex was trying to read.

The traitors are here, Orla.

Chaos is here.

The Warp is saturating Terra.

Nothing is true anymore.

-Nothing? -Time is out of joint.

Can you not feel it?

Time and place.

The Warp has done this.

Moments before we met today,

mapping placed me near the Lion's Gate.

Likewise, an error.

[Keeso] Reality is twisting and dislocating.

[Gemnon] If you're right

and nothing can be trusted,

how can I trust the evidence you present?

[Keeso] You can't, Orla.

Neither can I.

The footage?

It could be lies conjured by the Warp,

propaganda to break us

or an invitation to trap us.

The Warmaster has been conspicuously absent

from the field of war

since the Siege began.

He has left the killing to his puppets.

But he is Horus Lupercal, Orla.

He is writing his own myth

and needs to claim victory himself.

So you think he is really here?

I'm saying the chances are high.

This is the end, Orla.

We are losing, and losing badly.

This is the moment he is waiting for.

But if it's a lie?

If it's a lie or a trap or a trick

or hallucination,

we die the death of fools.

The death awaits us anyway.

And I would rather die,

and die, and die a thousand times over

and die deceived too,

than ignore the possibility of victory.

We could end this war, Orla.

Kill Lupercal?

Kill Lupercal.