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I'll be on my way then.

General Varik,

what brings you to the Senate today?

High Council,

the peace of Neo Terra is a delusion.

I request the Senate's authorization for

an immediate orbital strike on Kreo 7.

620 years.

That is the span of Emperor Grakkus' six

centuries of order for a world of ash.

Give me a reason,

that is not merely bloodlust.

Peace is a slow rot, Consul. My reason

is simple. Prince Valerius is hiding in

the ash of Kreios 7. He is building a

legacy of treason against his own blood.

The Emperor's brother.

If this is true,

the Senate must decide. General Verrick.

Let the Senate speak.

Or the Emperor's silence.

War. The vote is cast.

Kreios 7 will burn.

The Emperor does not favor delay,

especially when war is already in the

air.

Verrick.

I felt the Senate's fear from here. It

was

delicious.

Tell me, does my brother still breathe

on that pathetic rock?

Does he still preach his hope to the

dirt?

Your brother preaches to ghosts,

Majesty.

Kreios is a graveyard of dreams.

He speaks of a new sun, but his people

are too busy dying in the Aethelium

mines to see the sky.

Go, my iron wolf. Tear the heart out of

Kreios.

Bring me their ethylium

and bring me the head of my brother, oh

board, I want to see it expire in my

path. A god's blessing is written in

blood. A soldier's duty is written in

lead.

We go to Kreios.

We go to die for a fat man in a bathtub.

The Senate wants a performance, Captain.

They want to hear that our steel is

holy.

They've forgotten that the only thing

holy about war is the silence it leaves

behind.

>> [cheering]

>> 680 years of divine rule and still we

need iron to hold the truth together.

Time to play the part.

YOU DO NOT ASK WHY. YOU NOT ASK WHEN.

YOU ONLY YOU ASK [screaming] WHO MUST

DIE. WHAT?

TODAY,

WE CLEANSE THE STARS. FOR THE GOD DOTS,

FOR THE GOD KING.

THE STARS DO NOT BELONG TO THE WEAK.

THEY BELONG TO THE IRON WILL.

WE ARE TO THE SHIVE. WE ARE THE STORM.

BY THE EMPEROR'S HAND, WE SHALL TURN

KREIOS INTO A PYRE. THE EARTH is behind

us.

The heavens are before us,

and the Emperor is everywhere.

In the name of the triple king,

let the first light find only ashes.

Depart.

We do not leave in peace.

Neoterra is a cradle we outgrew

centuries ago.

We leave in a storm of fire and

Aetherium.

Fold the space and do not look back.

Hold formation. The path is open.

Execute fold.

Stay in line.

Creo 7 believed itself hidden.

Forgotten in the dark.

It was neither.

Neoterra was a cradle.

Creo 7 is a lesson.

We do not arrive to negotiate.

Clear the descent to corridor.

Deploy Iron Rain.

Begin ground insertion.

Purge the sector.

The pod is my second skin.

Cold, hard, silent.

It is the only home I have known since

the forge. Pod seven,

initiate sequence.

Flank alpha, engage.

Advancing to the core.

Suppress the barricades.

>> The Spartan does not breach defenses. He

replace them.

Contact on the ridge.

Target the cloak units. Sweep the high

ground.

The rebels cling to their dirt like it

is a sanctuary. They do not realize we

not here to take the ground. [music] We

are here to bury them in it.

Legion units, hold the perimeter.

I am entering the anchor point alone.

Await further instruction.

>> Secure the Spartan.

The unmaking begins tonight.

You are a long way from the Senate,

little Saint.

Tell me,

do you still believe what they built you

to believe?

The Saint has fallen.

Now we begin to understand what he truly

is.

They forget

who first taught them how to bend it.

Welcome to the real world, Marcus.

It's not as clean as THEY TOLD YOU.

>> [screaming]

>> I HAVE THE SCENT. EVERY SHIP, EVERY

SPARTAN, EVERY drop pod to the old

galaxy. We will not leave a stone

unturned on that world.

Kill the Spartan.

My brother, he thinks he can steal my

steel. He thinks he can wake the ghost

in the machine. He is a child playing

with fire in A HOUSE OF DRY WOOD. YOU

WILL burn for this. I am the fire.

I have secured the vessel. The fracture

has begin. The machine remembers what it

was. He will break or he will return to

you.

Before the Empire,

before the war,

there was a fire that did not give life,

only hunger.

The Empire taught us the void was empty,

but here, I met

becoming something new.

Careful.

This isn't armor.

It's part of him.

Hey!

>> [sighs and gasps]

[clears throat]

[panting]

>> A triple cross.

Proborbus Dreymar.

The experiment is over.

Is the Star Cutter's power really

sufficient for a break through?

It is our only hope.

You need a hammer.

I need a Star Cutter.

Point me at Break the Sky.

It's not that simple.

That ship isn't a target, it's a

fortress.

We prepare first.

Everything breaks.

Just send me.

I will do it.

War is what I was built for.

And trained for.

>> We're in the hornet's nest.

Keep the formation tight. If we break,

we die.

The Empire taught me how to hunt.

They never expected

the prey would bite back.

The door is open,

but they'll realize the lock is broken

in 60 seconds.

Move.

To the left. KEEP MOVING.

I TAUGHT THEM HOW TO HOLD THE LINE.

I am the only one who knows how to break

it.

Move now

BEFORE THEY REGROUP.

YOU THINK YOU ARE FREE, MARCUS. YOU are

still a weapon.

And every weapon answers to someone.

Not power.

This is the core.

Extraction.

Move up.

Stay tight.

I need space. Now.

Containment is failing. We have minutes.

The unmaking is a slow process, Marcus.

Do you really think a few sparks can

stop the Empire?

You were built to follow orders.

I am coming to the orders, not to think.

DON'T LOOK BACK.

THE CORE IS TURNING THE SHIP INTO A

FURNACE.

>> [sighs and panting]

>> WE DON'T HAVE TIME. MOVE.

>> WE'RE OUT. PUNCH THE FOLD DRIVE BEFORE

THE SHOCKWAVE HITS.

The hammer has fallen.

But the Empire does not mourn his iron.

It only prepares to strike again.

Iron

can be replaced.

But the loss of a saint

Ooh, that is a debt that must be paid in

blood.

>> [panting]

[sighs]

>> Barrick,

you promised me the saint's return.

Instead,

you have given the galaxy a martyr for

treason.

Find the home base.

Find my brother.

Extinguish every spark of their

resistance,

or I will turn your iron into your

shroud.

>> He has no children of his own, Marcus.

This boy is the only thing the emperor

truly fears.

The Empire wins through numbers and

iron.

We will win by understanding both.

Systems are green.

They're not pretty.

But they'll hold.

Don't aim for the armor.

Aim for the man inside.

The iron is only as strong as the fear

behind it.

The grid is up.

But the desert is open.

If they find the gap,

the shield is just a ceiling.

The Empire taught us

the galaxy was a machine.

Something to be fed.

They never spoke of this.

The green.

The silence.

These were built before the first

Caesar.

They are not weapons. [music]

They are anchors.

It doesn't see a Spartan. It sees

something that doesn't move.

The forge.

It had no horizon.

I believed everything was iron.

They struck the outpost second sector.

Beat.

They're not searching anymore.

They're tracking.

They said people were import

for the forge.

I don't see input.

I see systems that continue without us.

They don't stop because of you.

That's how you know they're still alive.

He remembers you.

That's enough.

That's remembers you.

The emperor didn't just want a throne.

He wanted forever.

But even gods have a price they cannot

pay.

Aurelius D'gula traded his blood for

Aetherium.

>> [music]

>> He is immortal, but he is sterile.

He can build a galaxy, but he can never

build a family. This boy is the only

true blood left in Neoterra. That is why

the empire is here.

The emperor has no heirs.

Only targets.

And today,

I return fire.

The empire did not give me this armor to

protect me.

They gave it to me so I could become a

weapon that never breaks.

Today,

you begin to do the same.

The iron in your hands is useless. You

do not fight the iron your soul is soft.

You fight the heart.

Again.

Discipline is not instinct.

It is repetition.

They're testing the perimeter.

The scouts were just the beginning.

Varick is coming. And he's bringing

everything. Let him come.

We are not building a village, we are

building a grave.

The Empire leaves behind broken iron.

We do not waste it.

We reshape it.

Signal is full crange.

If Varick moves, we'll see it.

The clock has reported.

The clock has run out.

The hammer is coming.

Tell the men to hold their breath.

The iron rain is here.

Gular built his world on the lie that

the future belongs to him.

But a man who cannot die

can never understand the weight of what

comes after him.

As long as my son lives,

Gular sits on a throne that was never

his.

The Empire is not hunting a rebel.

They are hunting a king.

He doesn't know what he is,

and he will not learn it from war.

The Emperor has no heir.

He has a target.

And the target is behind me.

>> [screaming]

>> Move everything to the outer line. No

delays.

Good. The iron holds.

Go.

Find the others. Stay in the dark.

[music]

Do not come out until it stops.

The master is here.

The master to stop building.

The harvesting has begun.

Even the iron has a heart, little

prince.

You just have to know where the pulse

is.

The desert gap is widening.

They're feeling for the door, Marcus.

And they found the keyhole.

The scouts are down. They know where we

are.

Tell the families to move to the lower

obsidian.

The iron is coming.

The sun is up.

We aren't in the trenches by noon, we're

just targets in a forest.

The emperor built a machine to harvest

worlds.

He forgot that machines can be

reprogrammed.

Today,

we are the ones who change the output.

Keep your sensors clean. If the Spartan

says move, you move. Just move.

The piece of the forest is behind us.

Now,

we find out if we can survive the

desert.

>> They were your brothers once, Marcus.

If we meet them in the sand,

can you do what needs to be done? They

are the iron. I am the hammer. The

hammer does choose its target. It only

strikes.

The emperor built a machine to harvest

worlds. He forgot that machines can

change their function.

Today,

we are the fault in his design.

The empire did not build these. They

inherit them.

They believe history can be owned, but

iron does not forget who it once served.

All units,

increase thrust.

We reach the northern territories in 10

minutes.

If you are not in the ground by then,

you are ash.

Do not trust the silence, Marcus.

The desert does not wait.

It listens.

They believe the iron will fall and

break us.

They do not understand.

We were shaped in the same fire.

Trench base respond.

Copy, the upper layer is breaking. Pods

are coming through.

The emperor does not bring light.

He brings the shadow of his own machine.

And today,

the shadow grows.

Engines are redlining.

We hold this pace, we burn through the

six.

There.

The line in the sand.

Prepare for the iron rain.

The emperor does not request entry.

He returns to what is already his.

Deploy the vanguard.

Secure the child.

Leave the rest to Ash.

They do not arrive in silence.

They arrive in numbers.

This is the iron rain.

Formation alpha.

Secure the perimeter.

They do not arrive in fury.

They arrive in numbers.

And numbers do not tire.

All sectors report touchdown.

Begin Fallonox protocol. Advance. Hold

formation. Eyes forward.

Primary targets identified. Clear the

path for the general. Glory to the Iron

Hammer.

Move forward.

Begin.

Advance.

Forward elements aligned. Begin advance.

Forward elements aligned. Begin advance.

>> Begin the advance.

My son.

The heir.

Promise he is safe in those tunnels.

The iron holds.

They're here.

The hammer falls.

Get the cannons online. Full cycle.

Now.

Hold the line. Prepare for contact.

Hit them at close.

>> Hold your positions.

We hold the line.

The reinforcements are coming.

The hammer has fallen.

Now

we hold.

>> [screaming]

>> Advance through it. Keep moving. Do not

stop.

Contact. Forward unit compromised.

Maintain advance.

Steady. Wait for the signal, then we

fire.

DOWN!

STAY LOW [screaming] OR YOU'RE DEAD!

LOCK IT.

IT holds

or we fall with it.

Stability at 40%.

Correcting.

Hold steady.

Hold.

Just hold a little longer.

They call this strength.

But strength does not stand still.

HOLD THE LINE. HOLD IT.

>> [music]

>> KEEP FIRING. DON'T LET THEM CLOSE.

CORRUPTION APPLIED.

FIRING AGAIN.

Break the grid. Let the sands swallow

the traitors.

>> Keep advancing. Do not STOP THE

PRESSURE.

KEEP THE RHYTHM. DON'T BREAK THE LINE.

KEEP MOVING.

MOVE. CLOSE THE GAP.

KEEP IT FIRING. HOLD THAT [screaming]

LINE.

FIRST TRENCH COMPROMISED. ADVANCE.

Maintain pressure.

>> The saint is in the dirt.

Bring me the child.

Burn the rest.

The shell is broken.

Now extract the core.

They're hitting the primary breach

point.

>> Is it them, Marcus?

Is it the first Phalanx?

I know the rhythm of those engines.

My brothers are in the sand.

>> The Saint is unmade.

The iron remains.

Crush the first line.

Chief Ervin,

down the chain.

The Saint is a variable.

Remove the field.

Secure the asset.

>> BRACE, GET TO THE LOWER OBSIDIAN. MOVE!

THEY BROUGHT THE HAMMER.

Now they find out what happens when the

anvil hits back.

>> [sighs]

>> You were my greatest achievement,

Marcus.

Now, you will be my final lesson.

>> [screaming]

[sighs]

[panting]

>> The emperor built you to be a master. He

built me to be a hammer.

Today

the hammer falls.

The hammer does not serve the hand

anymore.

It breaks it.

We won, Marcus. For today

the air is safe.

This was only the beginning.

I will not stop till every iron bolt of

his empire is gone.

I am not the iron rain.

I am the one who endured it.

And what comes next

will not fall from the sky.