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Everything happened so quickly, the whole world seeming to swim in his mind as battle was joined from a hundred directions by a hundred combatants, an overriding sense of nausea – very odd indeed for one of the Astartes to feel – overtaking the Emperor's Child as he gazed around him from behind the visor of his helmet. 

Yes, just as he suspected, everything was turning to so much excrement.

The cargo...he had to protect the cargo.

“Watch my back, Brothers!” He bellowed, the robotic sound of his grill making it seem as if an automaton had shouted it, the Marine clearly seeing another time and another place within his mind, “we must defend the shipment from these interlopers.”

Taking hold of his phobos-pattern weapon and rising from the floor into a scene worse than that of any Hieronymus Bosch painting, Vedius strode through it like the walking avatar of destruction that he was – his bolter blasting explosive-tipped rounds into human and alien flesh alike, shrapnel and indirect hits taking chunks of ceramite from his amethyst armour to uncover the grey beneath, all the while he never stopped until he had reached the vast doorway. 

By this time his magazine was dry, another slapped almost casually into place as he located the code-pad for the door, hoping that Xepherial, the Orkoid and all others (all seen in his mind as fellow Astartes for the moment) would rather see him succeed and gain them entry than cause them to die a gruesome death.

“One more moment...”

With a hiss of vast pistons and a shaking that caused many to lose their footing the doorway began to open, beyond it an oddly small – compared to the size of the door – chamber comprised of several pulsing tanks of [i]something[/i] and black metal walls, ceiling and floor; they had but moments to get inside before the doors closed again, and Vedius did not intend to die here.

“Everyone inside!”

He was, as it should be, the very first through the widening crack of the door, and already entering the commands to shut the door behind him. If anyone remained without for more than a few minutes, they would be left in the hell-scape without to perish.

One thing that seemed [i]off[/i] about the place, and would affect Urgrugg specifically, was that the entire chamber was a blank zone. Within these warded walls there was no presence of the warp, no signature for him to tap into, it would be in the last unsettling for him and in the most completely disorientating.