Asura saw the firey form of a marine, thr cursed saints some had come to know as legion of the damned, some others called the ainciant fire hawks. There had been much study  but no answers. The Custodes warriors where briefed on every threat. Loyal and enemy alike. Only there own kin and master could be trusted.

The custode turned, Armour scarred and dented with its silvery layers glinting though the dark paint and took the head off a cultists without as much as a thought, powered blades barely regeisting a barrier. The master work power Armour was more akin to terminator plate then power Armour but the scars and damage taught humility. 

The legionaries where legend. Though legend was on thr impirum side this day. And a tool of such power was not to be ignored. Turning to where the ainciant warrior stood the Custodes reloaded the bolter with fresh shells. Each one blessed in the ainciant forges of Terra. 

[i]"damned legionnaire. Tainted one... Such taint will be dealt with. 

This station will fall. The principles must be rescued or silenced. 

The impirums command must be maintained and secured" 
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[@Dealdric]