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[tense dramatic music]

[shouting]

[rain pattering, thunder rumbling]

Happens every time.

Makes the worst thick head feel like a gentle night’s sleep.

Am I gonna have to get you a chair,

or are you gonna tell me what you saw when you read Broath?

Get lost, Baldur.

[groans]

Being inside my own skull is bad enough,

let alone worming my way into someone else’s nightmares.

The pills were the only thing that came close to taking the edge off,

but like everything else useful on this Emperor-forsaken planet,

they were getting harder to find.

And the toll of ‘finding’ them

was becoming even harder to live with than the pain.

I have to ration what few I have left.

Drink is the next best thing.

-Are you kidding? -[Jurgen] Don't give me that.

I've seen you knock back more than that before lining up a long-las shot.

I've no problem with the drinking, Jurgen.

It’s the vomit around the mouthpiece I want nothing to do with.

[grunts] Suit yourself.

[disgusted noise]

[Jurgen sighs]

What do you want me to say?

I saw the usual screwed up mess you see when you peer into another guy’s head.

And a cathedral.

I saw a cathedral down in the lower levels.

One with a huge window,

showing the Emperor fighting with some kind of snake.

The Cathedrum of St. Larimus.

I'm surprised that window’s still intact.

The inlay alone would set the local gangers up for life.

[sighs] Sounds about right.

Broath saw Heroth there?

Yeah.

He was making nice with the priest.

[Jurgen]It was just like Heroth to cosy up to those corrupt bastards.

Bellona didn't trust them as far as she could...

well, you get the point.

Wouldn't surprise me if they were in on it.

Which priest?

[sighs] I don't know. He had robes.

Do better.

[sighs]

A mid-ranker.

Not rich, not poor. Beard.

You want anything more than that,

you can try staring through the broken glass of a nightmare next time.

St. Larimus.

What the hells could Heroth want with them?

[rumbling]

We're going to have to go through the fires.

It's the quickest way.

[sighs] Always is.

Come on then.

[tense music]

Food?

[beggar] Stims?

[beggar whimpering softly]

Thank you!

Waste of creds.

They’ll be as dead as the rest when the war rolls up-spire.

That’s Bellona talking.

She was right about a lot of things,

but she sometimes forgot the most important thing:

people matter.

Even if they're the people you have to kill.

Did I believe that?

Maybe.

Some days.

Today, at least.

-[tense dramatic music] -[thunder rumbling]

[people shouting]

[mechnical noises]

[creaking]

Emperor.

This place has gone downhill.

[shouting]

How long’s it been?

I haven't been this far down since the night I saved you

from that ogryn tithe collector.

-The one with the pneumatic fist? -[grunts]

Not how I remember it.

Hmm. You might have a point.

The fighting's closer now.

And more fierce.

A few more months and this whole planet's going to be on fire.

[Baldur] Lord Klore's got the men,

but Baron Sedimere has the support of the other houses.

[crowd shouting]

Civil war's coming.

Damn mess we started here when she killed the governor.

It started long before that.

I couldn’t tell you when.

But there was a pattern to what Bellona had been doing.

Hells if I understood it,

but I know enough to understand the game we were losing

started long before this particular piece was pushed over.

This is mad, Jurgen. Even for us.

[Rahel] He’s right.

There’s gotta be something else.

I'm listening...

Thought as much.

Look, we've been round this to the death.

It’s this or we may as well walk ourselves

right up to Broolan’s front door and let his guys have at us.

This moon is too small, and we've angered too many of the wrong people.

Our only chance is to get off-world.

But look at it this way:

yesterday we were walking around with targets on our backs,

and today our ticket out of here walks straight into the voidport.

Call it luck, call it what the hells you want.

Today’s the day.

We're getting out of here.

So how, exactly, are we gonna be able to pull off this grand plan?

We jump them in the market.

Get her Inquisitorial symbol, and use it to commandeer a ship.

Those badges are like a passport to Terra itself.

We can go anywhere, do anything.

I don't like it, Jurgen.

It’s a fucking Inquisitor.

It’s okay.

Trust me.

We're all going to make it.

[dramatic music]

[Jurgen] It wasn’t the last time I’d be wrong.

I knew the minute we laid eyes on her that we were screwed.

But sometimes all you can do is roll with the punches

and hope there’s nothing behind their right hook.

Little fragger cut me. [grunts]

I think you repaid the favour already.

[groans]

[Malen] I would advise a certain degree of clemency, mistress...

At least until we have properly determined their worth.

This piece of hive trash has got no worth.

Indeed.

What worth is there in anyone who can't even execute a competent ambush?

[suspenseful music]

I'm doing okay.

[shouting]

I should just have let her shoot me.

[ethereal music]

Fire!

[groans, gasps]

Who are you?

The real question is who are you?

[Jurgen]That’s a question I've been trying to answer ever since.

[Baldur] Are you even listening?

I try my best not to.

I remember now why I left you festering in your own stink for three years.

Come on, this way.

We can cut through here.

[shouting]

[crowd] Food! Work! Protection! Food!

This is getting bad fast.

These people are starving.

Klore and Sedimere, whoever wins, they're going to be ruling ashes.

Once we find Heroth, we need to get ourselves off this sump heap.

Emperor knows why Bellona came here.

This is down to us.

It always is.

Even if contact is re-established with the Imperium,

there’s no saving this place.

It’s ripe for exterminatus.

[shouting]

[grunts, exhales]

Throne!

Quit complaining unless you're dying.

[groans] I'll outlive you twice over.

Not if you don't get up off your ass.

Disperse!

-Enforcers. -No. Not enforcers.

House Klore troopers.

We don't need this.

He's right, of course.

We finally have a lead.

We have to, need to get to Heroth before he slips away.

But this is on us.

We might not need this...

...but I do.

We have to help them, Baldur.

[exhales] When was the last time either of us did something good?

[sighs, scoffs]

A lot of help you’ll be.

Just try to keep up.

[dramatic music]

[grunts]

[dramatic action music]

Funny how often saving lives means taking others.

‘Good’ has never been an absolute.

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

[groans]

[panting]

[man] Aedo sends his regards.

[chuckles]

I told you it wasn't over.

[sighs]

It never is.

[tense dramatic music]