[center][h2] - Captain Leal Lattore- [/h2][/center]

Captian Leal Lattore sat alone on a bench in a large, open chamber aboard the Intrepidus, the battered, yet-functional, Ramilies Starfort that was home to the errant members of the Relictor chapter of the Astartes Praesus. The fort was immense for the single company, yet it had the capacity they required to travel great distances and sustain them for battle. With their homeworld of Neutra secured for recruitment, they had the potential to recover from their utter devastation after the events of the 13th Black Crusade and their severe punishment by the Inquisition as Excommunicate Traitoris. The structure and functionality of the Imperium had changed dramatically since the loss of the Master of Mankind, and perhaps now, in what had to be for certain the darkest hour of the Empire of Man, the Relictors could rise again as saivours in the establishment of the Imperium reborn. 

Travel between systems was unfortunately, currently, laboriously unproductive, and even picking a direction was akin to throwing darts at a dartboard while blindfolded. This gave Leal much time to think. The Relictors had to move. To stagnate in a secure location was to waste their God-emperor given use while the fringes of the former Imperium were surely being consumed by chaos and xenos. But throwing forces at the fringes of the Imperium would be futile. It was time for the entire empire to pull back to its midpoint, to some homing beacon, to reconvene, share their knowledge, and to rebuild. That is what Leal had planned. 

Armored and adorned as their sole representative, Captain Lattore would meet with one Gregori Astamov, commander in chief of the planetary defense forces of the new holy throne world of what may in fact be the center of the Imperium Reborn. Supposedly, Astamov was claimed to be the very embodiment of the former Emperor's will. Leal was doubtful that this was anything more than title, else he would be dealing with yet another living saint. He opened his eyes and looked upon the relicsword that lay suspended in its resting place before him. Such things were indeed possible in such desparate times. Tiny white flames slowly flickered over its' blade, and he basked in its harmless aura. 

Every time he looked upon it, he asked himself what he had done in creating this weapon. In its' light, he felt something that simply could not be, that the Emperor, the old Emperor, still existed, that there was still hope. Yet, how could this be anything more than a delusion brought on by his grief? He dare not even utter the logical denial. Still, the presence was there, radiating at him from the blade. He did not understand it. 

"The landing team is ready, Captain."

Leal's bulky terminator armor stood up and faced the archway. "We leave at once." He answered, and telekinetically called and holstered the angel sword. 

-----------  Saint's Chariot

An envoy of 5 Relictors teleported onto the ship outside the meeting chambers on the designated landing pad: captain Leal Lattore wearing a red cloak, two high ranking relictors in dreadnaught armor, and 2 in power armor. Each of them carried both a ranged weapon and a melee weapon, one of which at least was clearly a daemonweapon, the signiture and damnnation of their chapter. Like human tanks, they marched forward in formation, steady and unstoppable. The interfaces in their visors gave them all the information on their surroundings, humans, xenos, ships, potential threats, everything. In the former Imperium, the Relictor's staunch declaration of loyalty meant nothing, and although the old Inquisition was no more, a new one was being formed, and they could possibly take offense to the Relictor's presence. 

The large doors to the meetinghall chamber opened to admit the super-human sized batle brothers. Leal stepped forward and immediately the sense of a holy presence entered the room with him. The rarely seen image of the white skulls on black shoulder pauldrons struck the gathered audience. The 4 daemon weapons belonging to the other Relictors were wrapped in seals and silver chains, muting their influence on innocent bystanders. A demonic eye cracked open on one of the posessed bolters and looked at Ritske. 

"Captain Leal Lattore of the first company of Relictors of the Astartes Praesus..." Leal hesitated, "...Excommunicatus." It may or may not have mattered. Dauntless, focused on his mission which was for the future of mankind, and continued. "We have come, as is our duty, to defend the Imperium from its' enemies in this time of need and to once again spread the Emperor's Truth. We seek reconciliation with the burgeoning new Imperium spurred by the actions of Lord Gregori Astamov and to admit our chapter to his service in accordance with the eternal will of the Emperor of Mankind, may he one day return to us."

Having introduced himself, Leal waited patiently. There was much to discuss and many others yet to meet.