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[metallic rumbling]

[dramatic music playing]

[Tyranid screeching]

[quiet shuddering and coughing]

[distorted whispers]

[horrifying internal scream]

Something.

Something outside.

[heavy metallic footsteps]

[muffled Arbitrator chatter]

[staticky breathing]

[Supervisor]Your attention.

I know you are all scared.

[air whooshing]

I understand how unsettling this must be.

Take heart, I'm here to inform you that you're going to be moved soon.

All of you.

Transport has been arranged.

We're going to get you out of here.

[terrified murmuring]

Try to remain calm.

There's not much longer to wait.

You have my word.

[quiet whimpering]

For now, stay calm.

Stay quiet.

We'll be back before sunset.

-[internal screaming] -[Atis] What...

Was that a question?

[internal screaming]

What... what is that sound?

I'm sorry?

The sound?

The xenos are still a long way from here.

[internal screaming intensifies]

[text chittering]

[Tyrith] Are they in position?

Yes, I will accompany you.

[thundering footsteps]

What do you mean?

Your presence will not be a calming factor, Tyrith.

Your presence is hardly reassuring.

But nothing about this situation is favourable.

[dark music playing]

Time is not on our side.

[door hisses and clinks]

[Tyrith] Open.

[mechanical whirring]

[distorted whispering]

Do you have any idea of numbers? A yield estimate?

Nothing precise.

But a bountiful harvest, by all reports.

There will be many martyrs this day.

The blood of martyrs is the seed of the Imperium.

Concern yourself with the harvest, Atlacoya.

[dramatic music playing]

[Tyrith] I will deal with what comes after.

[engine rumbling]

[haltingly] What was that?

Engines. A ship?

We are getting out of here.

[Arbitrator scoffs] At last.

[metallic rumbling]

I am Atlacoya of the Silent Sisterhood.

I am charged to meet the demands of the Master of Mankind.

[Zeffram] These signs are unknown to me.

[Tyrith] I am Tyrith Shiva Kyrus.

This is Atlacoya, Oblivion Knight of the Anathema Psykana.

[Zeffram] Brother-Sergeant Zeffram of the White Templars.

[Tyrith] We were expecting a warrior by the name of Malakite.

[Zeffram] Captain Malakite is engaged in the defensive preparations.

It is no easy proposition to fortify a world of seven billion souls.

I will brief you of our operations, Custodian.

Follow me.

The Tyranids' vanguard organisms have reached Ystrad's principal cities.

The arrival of the enemy void-host is no more than a week away.

[Tyrith] A thousand worlds along the edge of Segmentum Solar

are preparing to resist the Tyrannic advance.

There is nothing unique about this planet.

[Zeffram] Ystrad is within our protectorate.

[Tyrith] I am aware of your oath to this world and its people.

[Zeffram] Then you are here to reinforce us, Custodian?

You intend to gather the harvest and abandon us.

Very well.

My warriors and I cannot remain here.

We are needed in the preparation of the planet's defences.

[Tyrith] Remember. We must speak with Malakite at once.

Face to face.

[Zeffram] I will... convey that to the captain, Custodian.

You can make your own way from here.

[slow dramatic music playing]

[Supervisor] You honour us.

We did not expect such...

[Supervisor hesitates]

How many of the afflicted are gathered here?

[Supervisor speaking haltingly] I don't...

[Tyrith] Numbers.

[Supervisor] Three hundred and forty-seven.

This is the planet's primary holding asylum.

And are they secure?

-What is their condition? -[Tyrith] Is the harvest stable?

[Supervisor] There has been some agitation.

-Due to the confinement and to-- -[Tyrith] We understand.

I will inspect them.

The Arbitrators should prepare the dropship.

[Supervisor] Is... all well?

No. This world is doomed. As are you and everyone else upon it.

[Tyrith] Yes. All is well.

Prepare the dropships.

[Verin] What's that?

What's coming?

[metallic hissing]

Something. Something empty.

[door rumbling]

[prisoners moaning and whimpering]

It is... time to go?

[indistinct radio chatter]

[Tyrith] Any word from the White Templars?

No, Revered Custodian.

Nothing yet. We...

What is it?

[distorted whispering]

-[internal screaming] -[prisoners whimpering]

-I don't want to be out here. -[Arbitrator] Quiet. Keep moving.

They're taking us to safety.

No! I don't like it!

-[internal screaming intensifies] -It's louder out here!

[panting]

Just stay calm.

[deafening internal screaming]

-[Verin screams in terror] -Verin!

[Arbitrator] We have an apostate.

[Supervisor] Fool!

A single one of them is worth more than all our lives combined.

[deafening internal screaming]

[internal screaming]

[Verin panting]

Please...

[Verin whimpering]

What's happening to me--

[thunderous rumbling]

[distorted rumbling]

[shallow sigh]

[Tyranid screeching]

[alarm beeping]

[Tyrith] Arbitrator! Contact.

The landing zone is no longer secure.

All forces, suppressive dispersal.

Onto the transport! Move!

[Supervisor] Move! Hurry!

Get aboard!

[otherworldly rattling]

[Tyranid screeches]

[prisoners panting]

-[Tyranid screeching] -[prisoner yelps]

[prisoners screaming]

[prisoners yelling]

[Tyranids screeching]

[tense music playing]

Hold the line!

Stand and die protocol.

-[Arbitrator shrieks] -[deafening screech]

[Tyranid screeches]

[Tyrith] Secure the area.

Evacuate the harvest now, before any more are lost.

[Supervisor] You lost one.

Your laxity will be noted, Arbitrator.

[soft dramatic music playing]

[Malakite] Gunship Falchion inbound.

[Malakite] I am Malakite, Captain, White Templars.

You requested my presence.

[air whooshing]

Face to face.

[Tyrith] To be clear, it was not a request.

[air whooshing]

-[alarm blaring] -I am not sure

what else needs to be said, Custodian.

We have barely a week before the enemy darkens these skies.

You have gathered the wretches for the Tithe.

Now you will depart and leave us to face the foe alone.

Within the hour.

Then what need have you of me?

Do your protocols require you to look me in the eyes

as you deny our request for reinforcements?

I am here as the Emperor's voice, to command you to obedience.

Ystrad is within our protectorate.

We will hold on to our ancient oath, to watch over the sanctity of this world.

We will fight here.

And if need be, we will die here.

You will do none of these things.

[electronic crackling]

It is the will of the Emperor

that we execute a firebreak around Segmentum Solar.

A ring of lifeless worlds,

forcing the hive fleets to seek biomass elsewhere.

No.

You will withdraw your Chapter's forces from the surface of Ystrad.

You will break your oath to this planet and its people.

And once your warriors are in orbit,

you will commit Exterminatus upon this world.

[dark dramatic music playing]

You cannot ask this of us.

I am asking nothing of you.

I am conveying the will of the Emperor.

An oath, upheld for three thousand years.

The honour of our Chapter.

We will suffer no threats to Terra.

No matter the cost in blood, in life, or in honour.

You heard the Emperor's command, Space Marine.

You will obey it.

[metallic clinking]

I will.

He is a proud soul.

[Tyrith] The galaxy once burned because of Space Marine pride.

But he will do as he must.

Nothing else matters.

For now.

[dramatic music crescendos]

[air hisses]

[soft dramatic music playing]

[Atis speaking quietly] Verin...

Verin, can you hear me?

This ship.

These guards.

[intensely] This doesn't feel like safety.

[dramatic music playing]