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Even as others feel apart around him, things happening – Greenskins attacking Fallen, Corsairs entering the scene, the sounds of battle still able to be heard beyond the confines of the chamber – Vedius did not even hear the words of Zuriel and instead had receded back into his own mind once more.

[i]”Do not let them reach the chamber, Brothers!” Called out Centurion Aulus of the Emperor's Children, raising his bolter to unleash hell against the pursuing and twisted forms of what had once been Word Bearers, but now appeared to have damned themselves by their actions, “the cargo must reach its destination.”

Vedius knew that they were all made traitors, knew that the legion and his Primarch had turned from the light of the Emperor, but ever since the transmission they had sough to finish their last mission if it killed them in the process. They had been in the middle of doing so when the warship of the Seventeenth Legion had attacked, pods fired over and burrowing into the hull of the Aquila like so many ticks, spewing forth crimson-armoured legionnaires. Their assault had been ferocious and by surprise, they had been waiting for them! Nevertheless, the Children had fallen back in good order and now made their way to the chamber where the prizes were held.

Centurion Aulus was making his way back to his second-in-command when he was hit, bolter fire cracking his ceramite and puncturing deep into him, a gargled warning leaving his and an arm flung in the direction of the enemy as he fell; those same attackers now saw the former Palatine Blade, yelling to one another as they opened fire, several bolts deflected by his armour while a couple hit him where it hurt.

As he fell onto his back, crawling over to a wall and placing his back against it, he could feel himself slipping deeper and deeper into the blackness of death – and it was at this point that his Sus-an Membrane began to become active, though he did not know it at the time – everything grew darker still and, eventually, he simply knew no more.

When the counter-attack came and the battle continued to rage around him, he was ignored by friend and foe alike, a stroke of luck perhaps...or something woven more by fate.[/i]

A finger had been idling over his armour, and found one of the holes from so long ago...

It was only when Lucius began to assault one of the tubes in his rage that Vedius even took notice, snapping back to reality, and letting out an inward sigh when the black armoured 'angel' -  clearly having to restrain himself – figured out he had no idea what to do with himself and went walkabouts again. The glass he had struck was not broken, however, and that was good.

“What is the current year?” Came the voice of the Emperor's Child after a moment of contemplation, the Legionnaire realising he not even know the date – the chronometer within his helmet having ceased to work some time ago, “please do not attack the containment tubes either, it would be unfortunate if they broke.”



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“The Mon'Keigh have entered the chamber, milady,” came the voice of Farseer Gilsadra, “and I have lost contact with my possession. I believe she now resides within the stomach of a most ferocious alien beast.”

Celalyth tapped the arms of her chair for a couple of moments, knowing exactly where they had gone and why, her eyes narrowing into slits as she pondered what to do next. The answer, when it came was simple, she would [i]wait[/i] – there was no other way for the Mon'Keigh to get off of the hulk except by them, and when they did so would be the chance to reclaim what was their own.

“Hold our fleet here, but keep our sensors open, a transmission was sent from that Mon'Keigh station, and where there are a few there are most certainly more.”