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12-21-10 02:45 PM
Templar Marshal I'm sad to see this excellent story finished but on the other hand I'm gald it is because your able to move on to your next endevour. Which I hope includes more of this...interesting Chapter
11-15-10 10:34 PM
the_unchanged This is the END!

Thank you to everyone who read this, especially-

Dark
Waltz
firemahlazer
Zodd
Templar
Emperor'shand
Boc
Thatotherguy
Thyr

Thank you guys.

Im off to lie down

any comments would be much appreciated!
11-15-10 10:13 PM
the_unchanged EPILOGUE


I have been amongst my brothers for nigh on four decades. The grief I felt at not being able to join them assuaged only by Tezuma’s offer. I was to join them onboard the skybridge, the pride I felt was eclipsed only by that I felt for my brother, my true brother namacuix upon his ascendancy to full brotherhood.

That was a long time ago now, though I still swell up with pride everytime I think of it.

Being amongst these living heroes, to converse with them, to watch them as they practice, be it with war blade or sculptors blade, is to see as close to perfection as is humanly possible. To see a glimpse of the Emperor, to see his flesh made whole once more.

Like everything in life though, I have to realise that nothing can be totally perfect not even these magnificent warriors.

There is a darkness in them and it is insidious. Ask them and in their most frankest of moments they will tell you of the tide and they well speak of the reds, but this is only the visible face of the problem.

There are other deeper problems that they do not see.

I cannot discuss this with my brother for he will not understand. It takes a human mind to see such flaws, these astartes in all their superiority are incapable of it.

This darkness consumes them and affects them each individually. My brother sees only the madness of Bifrost, yet I see the madness of them all.

Autemoc with his insecurities, his inherent need for external support. Ocelotl with his paranoia or Tonuauc and his need for idols to worship.

Even Namacuix is not exempt, for even he has his own madness, which is his crippling self doubt.

At first I assumed these were mere 'human' flaws but the actions they force in each astartes can be irrational to the extreme.

I pray now to Emperor that this curse is controllable for if it is not then truly this chapter will continue its descent into oblivion.

I know not who will read this or even why I right these words but it seems rhat if you are reading this then by now you know the truth.

The 'Red Tide' which renders the strongest of brothers into animals is only the most extreme onset of the curse but the root of the problem runs deeper.

I pray that our faith in the Emperor will protect us and that Bifrost does not lead us onto an inescapable path of bloodshed, as is his wont.

Emperor have mercy on us, let us allow you to show you our true devotion and loyalty, do not let us fall.




Namacuix crumpled the paper up in his hands, holding it to his forehead as though pressing the words to his head would bring his brother back. Finally after several minutes of deep silence he reached forward to touch the sleek capsule before him.

'I would have understood Ictlan, you could have told me anything. It seems your fears about us were true all along, we are cursed. Rest now my brother, may Tlacelel accept your totem to his halls.' he whispered running his hand across the runes that Spelled out Ictlan's funeral pod.

Silently and alone, the astartes Lord wept.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The group had gathered once more in celebration, their cowls drawn tight around their masks but everywhere he looked, he saw smiles upon the bare jaws of those around him.

'My brothers!' he called out finally drawing them closer to him.

They moved into a semi circle around the speaker.

'I have gained his trust and it will soon be time.' he smiled and they called out their approval.

'The order of the fiery cross has fallen, now only our own sect remains. Heimdallr in his foolishness has been exposed as a traitor and is now the thrall of Namacuix.'

He stepped into the light and dropped his hood before removing his mask.

'The time for secrets are over, now we move as one. I ask that you purge our ranks of what remains of the Heimdallr’s order for they know too much.'

They mumbled their assent.

'We will move against the pretender soon and then we will be free to worship the Emperor in his dark guise.'

They applauded at this, and he smiled for he could hear the revered whispering of the word Malatl. His Lord would be pleased to hear his name spoken so.

'First though we must swear in our newest members. He smiled as two figures stepped forward, one in the bulky suit of terminator armour and the other with a fleet captains medal upon his mark IV pauldron.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Brothgaar kneeled before the Lord Inquisitor and presented his report, despite himself he found he was giving a favourable account of the Rainbow Warriors. Lotan simply stood and listened, the predatory sneer he always carried was never far from his sharp features. As usual he was sipping a glass of ooska, acting for all the world as though Brothgaar was an acadamicum chum regaling him with a long and ardous tale of banality instead of an Astartes reporting of matters of great import. How the High Claw hated the fool.

It angered him greatly that someone as superior as himself would have to pander to such a pathetic creature.

When he had concluded his report, Lotan bid him to rise to his feet.

'You have done well, ekriel , the man made the honorific sound like an insult. 'Though your tale was embellished I concur with your findings, the Rainbow Warriors will make an excellent asset.' brothgaar merely nodded before saluting.

'I am excused?' Lotan sat down beside his desk and swung his feet up to rest upon the various scattered reports. 'You are.' he replied finally.

Brothgaar did not move however, for he knew the Inquisitor to well.

'The lord governor has disappointed me. Punish him for me.'

Shock played across the High Claw’s face but he said nothing, he did not agree that the Governor had to die.

'Orinir will be joining you, see that he suffers the same fate as our erstwhile governor.'

Brothgaar smiled despite himself, it seemed he'd at least get some pleasure out of killing that one.

Lotan slid a dataslate across the desk towards him. 'details of my next crusade.'

Brothgaar eyed them wearily wondering what hell he was going to throw them into next.

'There's an added pict file for your eyes only. It shows what happened to your missing brethren. 'Brothgaar lifted it and raised an eyebrow in Lotan's direction.

'I trust you will find it very enlighting. Now leave me, the stink of death from you offends my nose.'

Brothgaar didn't look back.

[I] one day it will be you I have to punish Lotan and I will enjoy that very much. [\I]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Namacuix had watched all of his men leave for orbit, knowing he himself would be the last to leave. He looked up his sharp eyes picking out which of the bright stars in the night sky would be the skybridge, he found it easily and saluted towards his home and the smaller kin of the [puma's claw] beside it. Predators among a sea of fish, they waited for him, though soon they would depart. He had something to clear up first.

He hefted the massive medicae pack onto his back and continued forward towards the remaining pre fab huts that were barracks to the cleavers. He did not have to travel far to find Brothgaar, the High Claw was in deep discussion with his Talon. Strangely namacuix could taste the coppery tang of blood in the air, he ignored it and continued on as the brooding leader bid him welcome, allowing the Talon to depart.

'I understand my brother, that you have done unfinished business, some burden you must share with me?'

Namacuix nodded sadly, he was not sure how what he had to say would be received. He placed the pack he carried upon the floor and undid the clasps. The lid sprung open to reveal the icey mist of cold storage cryogenic tubes.

‘A new Commander must always atone for the sins of his predecessor. I return your fallen brothers,' He offered the knife he carried pommel first to Brothgaar, the Cleaver gripped his arm stopping him, he pulled the other marine away to get a closer look at the contents of the case.

'So it is true?’ he turned back to Namacux, ‘I know what you did.'

The look of fury upon The High Claw’s face caused Namacuix to try to back away, to gain space. Finally Brothgaar released his arm and turned away.

'we will not seek revenge for the things that have transpired for you are part of our punishment and that we cannot escape.'

‘Punishment?’ Brothgaar ignored the question.

‘I wish to offer you advice Rainbow Warrior.’ Without waiting to see if Namacuix was listening he continued, ‘The Astartes are becoming obsolete, the Inquisition are the Imperium’s tool of choice in these times. We are a hammer blow that will often kill the body as well as the disease whereas they are a scalpel who will only remove the infected organ. Soon we will be unable to function without the deepest scrutiny, we will be hunted like vermin.’

He closed the case and lifted it.

‘Your Chapter has a flaw and what Lotan sees as a flaw, he also sees as a chance for exploitation. Let your only sin be thoughts of independence.’

‘Those thoughts were not mine, they were Bifrosts’

‘Nevertheless you must not compound them further by acting upon them. The Imperium may not think they need us but they do. We need them also for without duty we are nothing.’

Brothgaar turned back to him, ‘Follow Lotan but do not let him change you.’

Namacuix nodded, though he was unsure of what the High claw meant.

‘It seems he already has a task for us.’ He threw the dataslate Lotan had given him to the Rainbow Warrior. ‘We are to join a crusade to purge the Ork from Feratis, we will journey there to join our brothers the Space Sharks, for they have peaked our Lord’s interest.
11-14-10 07:53 PM
dark angel It’s over. Thank fuck for that.

Nah, in all honesty, I’m slightly disheartened that it is over. This was one of the more critically acclaimed stories on Heresy, to me. I thoroughly enjoyed everything which you had to offer, and the Rainbow Warriors grew from a mere jumble of names into a well-developed Chapter. I love how you have left it open for a number of possibilities, however, and the nod towards the old fluff with Sister Sin and Brother Vermillion is really cool!

I’m not sure if I would rather more on the Rainbow Warriors, or the Cleavers, though. Both are equally as interesting but the ferocity of the Cleavers probably boosts them higher in my book. Astoroth interests me. It seems to me like you are setting him up as the bad guy for another, and he does seem like that kind, despite there being very little on him. Was the introduction of so many characters, at the end, intentional?

Only bit of grammatical errors which I found was;

The procession was beginning to slow to a halt as it came towards a near by Landing Pad, the assembled marines and PDF troopers spreading into a semi circle around the eye shaped dock. Sat upon it, squat yet sleek, was the High Inquisitor’s shuttle. There was an escaping of air and the ramp pistons released, descending slow to create a wide boarding ramp.

It should be slowly, not slow.

Oh, and sorry to hear about the death of the boss, mate. Keep your chin up now, and get writing.
11-12-10 07:27 PM
the_unchanged Sorry about the delay had a tough week in RL.

My boss died in the pub so sorry if it's a little raw but ive been desperate to post this for a while.
11-12-10 07:25 PM
the_unchanged
The beginning of the end

The clean up after the destruction of the Citadel was a thankless task, small kill teams of Rainbow Warriors and the Emperor’s Cleavers scoured the land, hunting and killing any remnants of the Horde, while others still bulldozed huge numbers of the dead into make shift pits before turning them into pyres which burned long into the week. The noxious fumes carried away from the cities and their inhabitants by the strong wintertide winds.

Within hours of it being declared safe and with the announcement of the arrival of the Lord Inquisitor, the Lord Governor had declared several days of celebration in honour of their saviours.

Namacuix felt relieved but strangely tense as though he was waiting for his new title to be taken from him and for the Chapter to tear itself apart from the inside, or worse for them to bond as they had and then the arrival of Lotan to herald their excommunication and decimation at the hands of the Inquisition.

He had led his men in the rites of interment for their fallen brethren, they had all held their heads low as the Purans had led them through the halls of the dead to honour the dead. Powerful unguents and incense had allowed them to transfer from the mortal plain, into the realms where death held sway. It was a ancient ceremony which had began even before the creation of their Chapter, it was only right that they should see their brothers off.

The Rosians had declined to join them, they had taken themselves off to hold their own ceremony for their brothers and of course Bifrost. Namacuix had been loathe to let them go, he wished to keep the Chapter whole but in the end his hands had been tied, he would not risk a fight with the veterans, not at so early a stage in his Leadership.

He had sensed the other Companies anger at the Rosian’s self imposed seclusion but none had voiced them for it would be disrespectful to the dead. As much as he tried to deny it, some of those within the other Companies had perhaps wished to honour their former Master and felt anger that they should be denied the chance to do so.

Instead of worrying about something he had no control over, he had instead through himself into the planet wide celebrations, gathering his men and leading them to join the victory march. The Rainbow Warriors had turned out in force, Namacuix had laughed as he watched the citizens, gathered in their thousands and thronging the streets, had covered his brothers in garlands and wreathes, some even rushing forward to kiss parts of their armour, gratitude clear on their face. The air of jubilation brightened his spirits and even the dour Purans seemed to be getting into the spirit, most having removed their deathshead helms and smiling with the rest.

Of their erstwhile allies the Cleavers, the Rainbow Warriors saw little, most of them were scattered around the outskirts of the city combing for survivors or where required despatching what was left of the Horde. Only Brothgaar, his stoic demeanour in stark contrast to Namacuix’, had decided to join them. Namacuix had grinned as the old man Sanetoch and his constant companion the boy had appeared, striving hard to keep up with the larger warriors. The boy glanced nervously at the Cleaver but Sanetoch quickly reassured him.

‘Don’t worry lad, his barks worse than his bite.’ Namacuix had roared with laughter as to his credit, the Cleaver took the jest in good humour, merely harrumphing and upping his pace.

Namacuix had lost track of them eventually as they slipped away to join the crowd, though he had seen many of the faces he recognised, acknowledging the Lord Commander and the newly promoted Pdf commander, he coldly disregarded the fat Bishop and his retinue at least he the High Judge to his credit had had the decency to give up his life in the defence of the city.

‘So many of them,’ Brothgaar commented absently, ‘I do not remember this many being part of the fighting.’

‘We cannot all be warriors Brothgaar, the Imperium would cease to function if we were,’ he answered back.

‘The liberation of their world would have arrived sooner if they were.’ Brothgaar replied, his voice harsh but without malice.

‘Do not dishonour them, not when they offer only honour and gratitude to us.’

Brothgaar laughed, ‘They honour your men not mine.’

Namacuix sensed a break in the tension. ‘Ah but to honour yours they would all have to be warriors offering blood sacrifices!’

The two had laughed then and it felt good.

As the march progressed further down towards the Space port, Namacuix glanced side long at the High Claw. ‘this Inquisitor Lotan what is he like?’

Brothgaar only nodded ahead, ‘Looks like you are about to find out for yourself.’

The procession was beginning to slow to a halt as it came towards a near by Landing Pad, the assembled marines and PDF troopers spreading into a semi circle around the eye shaped dock. Sat upon it, squat yet sleek, was the High Inquisitor’s shuttle. There was an escaping of air and the ramp pistons released, descending slow to create a wide boarding ramp.

‘I will say one thing about him Rainbow Warrior, he is dangerous, be wary of him. He is a man of ambition and he will allow few to stand in his way.’

Namacuix shot the Cleaver a quizzical look but Brothgaar’s attention had already returned to the shuttle and the figures descending from it.

Somewhat surprisingly, the first to exit were camo cloaked storm troopers, hidden behind shimmering holo fields they were all but invisible to civilian eyes, to an Astartes though, they were as clearly visible as the bulky craft that silhouetted them.
They moved swiftly taking up defensive positions around the base of the ship, it was then that Namacuix realised they were not the only defensive presence, upon the roofs sat the immobile forms of snipers.

It was not this forward guard that held his attention however, for descending down the ramp behind them strode a powerful female in sculpted power armour, in her hands was a weapon similar to an Astartes’ own. Namacuix hissed as he saw what hung from her neck, like some token of pride, the female carried the cup of priism. The small medal was given to all Rainbow Warrior neophytes on the day they ascended to full brotherhood.

‘Who is that?’ he asked, nodding in the direction of the Battle Sister.

Brothgaar’s expression was stoney, ‘Sister Selice,’ he replied finally, ‘Stay away from that one Rainbow Warrior, she has no love for you or your Chapter.’

‘I don’t understand,’ he said.

Brothgaar shook his head, as though unsurprised by his confusion. ‘So you don’t know then?’

The look on Namacuix’s face said all he needed to know.

‘She encountered your Chapter at Daigeon, apparently there was a misunderstanding’ the last word was as loaded as a newly forged boltgun.

Namacuix’ face creased with shock.

‘Daigeon was a hellhole, little more than a planetwide battlefield, mistakes happen. It was her who brought your Chapter to Lotan’s attention.’

‘The Vermillion….’ Namacuix whispered. ‘So it’s true then?’

He dropped his head as though in shame. ‘We never thought, the tide. We lost touch with the Vermillion, our fourth, at Daigeon. We arrived too late to save them, to stop them.’

Brothgaar placed a hand upon the Rainbow Warrior’s shoulder. ‘Such is the way of we the Cursed.’

Namacuix heard the words but was to enrapt in his thoughts to acknowledge their import.

‘What does the marking on her pauldron mean? You referred to her as Selice? Is her Sire name Sin?’ Namacuix asked distractedly.

‘S.I.N. is not a designation well not a personal one, all soriatis under Lotan’s command wear that livery.’

Namacuix nodded, finally seeing the script below the letters. ‘Sevorum inquisitorial nomine, serving in the inquisition’s name.’

Before he could question more a lone figure came down the ramp followed by a strange looking mutant with an abnormally large head. The figure was wearing a surprisingly modest garb and Namacuix could sense by his air of command that he must be the Lord Inquisitor Lotan.

Finally a pair of red cloaked astartes strode down the ramp, their crusader pattern helm scanning the crowds for any sign of threat. The long cloaks covered their bodies entirely giving them the appearance of floating apparitions of red death. Namacuix felt a chill come across him as one of their gazes fell upon him before passing onwards.

A Cleaver stepped forth from the crowd, the big fiend who had fought empty handed with consummate ease. It spoke volumes of the warrior’s stealth that neither Namacuix or Brothgaar had seen him in the crowd.

The figure approached the Inquisitor. ‘One of your men?’ Namacuix queried.

‘He is no brother of mine. Astoroth is one of Lotan’s hounds, you’ll learn of them soon enough. A land dragon in wulven’s clothing that one.’

Namacuix had never heard of these animals but the meaning was clear.

They fell into an uneasy silence as Lotan, after acknowledging the warrior Astoroth, stepped forward to be greeted by the Lord Governor. Finally after the hand shakes and introductions were concluded, the Lord Inquisitor stepped forward to address the crowd.

‘People of Soliban! My Brothers and Sisters of the Imperial creed, the Darkness of the xenos, mutant and witch, the horror of the traitor came for you this day. It seems that you rejected such Darkness in favour of our Lord’s light.’

The people of Soliban roared their approval, although it felt like the desperation of a people to show their faith.

‘You called for succour, prayed to be saved and the Emperor answered you. He sent his men, He sent his angels, He sent his Light! You did not let them fight alone, no you fought for your world, you took it back from the darkness!. The crowds roared once more, ‘with a little help from the astartes of course.’ he said as an aside, laughter following his remark. This Lotan certainly knew how to hold a crowd. He followed on with more inspirational words before the Lord Governor finished the ceremony allowing the true festivities to begin.

Brothgaar excused himself, taking the opportunity to approach the Inquisitor but made sure to remind Namacuix once more to be wary of his Lord.

Namacuix ordered his men to begin the re embarkment process before deciding to speak with this Inquisitor Lotan himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He waited quietly in the small foyer of the Lord Commander’s offices, finally the large oak doors before him opened, the slight form of Orinir slipping out to move past the waiting Astartes.

He watched the orator go turning only as he was asked to enter by the Inquisitor.

‘Ah Commander, might I say congratualtions on you recent promotion.’ the inquisitor’s words were apparently without barb, as his faced remained open and sincere.

‘I thank you my Lord.’ he wanted to say more but stopped himself.

‘I take it you have come to discuss my plans to have the people of this planet re sited?’

‘I find this unacceptable.’ The Inquisitor nodded, ‘I expected better from you Commander.’

He sat down behind the desk and motioned to a crystal decanter upon it. ‘Ooska?’

Namacuix declined the offer. ‘I have a weak stomach.’

The Inquisitor smiled at his jest. ‘An astartes with a sense of humour? Truly I have underestimated you.’ he sipped from his glass. ‘Ah, wonderful.’

He held the glass up before him. ‘Only two ingredients, a type of malt grown on only a few worlds and water, and yet, such taste, truly exquisite. Three decades old, the perfect age.’

Namacuix clenched his fists, his patience running low. ‘These people have fougt for their world and now you seek to rob them of it?’

He had not come seeking argument with Lotan but the news he had received on his way here had chilled him to the bone.

Lotan rose quietly to his feet. ‘Your involvement in this matter ended when the last bolt round was fired.’

Namacuix made to retort but Lotan didn’t give him the chance. ‘Perhaps though, sagacious as I am, I am mistaken? Perhaps you seek to emulate your cousins the White Consuls and rule worlds in His name? No?’

He moved round the desk to stand before the rainbow warrior, ‘Perhaps then, you seek conquest like your predecessor did on Rim’s Edge?’

Namacuix growled at that. How much did this Inquisitor know?

‘No? You offer no defense, no argument? Then perhaps you will leave the governing of this world to the rightful party.’

Namacuix nodded grimly, knowing that to say more would only incriminate himself further for he truly did not know how much Lotan knew.

‘Oh and I also trust Rim’s Edge will be returned to the Imperial fold now that you are commander?’

‘It will be as you say Lord Inquisitor.’ Namacuix replied through pursed lips.

‘Then we are done?’ Namacuix saluted and turned away leaving the room, his anger barely held in check.
10-28-10 06:17 PM
Thyr Wow, I don't know what to say. Excellent story. You really bring the characters to life.
10-25-10 09:19 PM
dark angel Brilliant. I've finally caught up with this, and all I can say is that. Your writing has definately improved as of late, with the newer parts shaming the original ones. They are still excellent, of course, but I can certainly see that you have grown better! I'd love to see more on the Cleavers, as you know, but now that I have caught up, I'm sad to realise that this is coming to an end.

One thing that I picked out was; Then rising to his feet he nodded to himself. ‘Father-Creator I come now to dine at your war table.’ He screamed before charging forward and throwing himself through the portal and into the enemy beyond.

The highlighted bit shouldn't be there keep up the good work mate, rep if I can!
10-25-10 09:08 PM
the_unchanged There was little conversation between the two Azuls as they coordinated the assault in the hour it took for Bifrost’s contingent to begin their insertion. Xilonen had many questions for his Commander but sensing Namacuix’s black mood declined from asking them. When he eventually did speak it was about Namacxuix’s wounds.

‘You need the attention of an Apothecary Nama, your breathing is ragged and that facial wound is ugly. I’ll contact Heimdallr him order one of his Verdant’s down here.’ Xilonen said his voice low but filled with concern.

At the mention of the Verdant’s name Namacuix’s face darkened and he hammered his fist down on the tactical console before him. ‘Never mention that name again.’

Xilonen was shocked by this outburst but the dire look on his Lord’s face spoke volumes. There was a grave matter between Heimdallr and Namacuix and Xilonen wondered could possibly have angered his Lord so, it worried him greatly.

Before Xilonen could reply, the Hatch behind them began to descend, revealing several powerful figures waiting to enter.

Xilonen was not surprised to realise it was Vassilir and two more of the Rosians, one of them Acatlotzin, Bifrost’s adjutant . He immediately felt tense, unsure of their intent. Strangely if his Lord even noticed them he barely showed it. When Acatlotzin removed his helm, his face was a mask of fury.

‘So finally we see the Usurper in his true colours!’ he spat, his venom clearly focussed upon Namacuix. Xilonen reached for the blade at his waist and he could see out the corner of his eye that the Anaran in the cock pit did the same. He felt a hand upon his wrist and he turned to see it was Namacuix who gripped him. The new Commander stepped in front of Xilonen.

Vassilir placed a firm hand upon his brother’s shoulder. ‘That’s enough Acatlotzin, Namacuix has Bifrost’s blessing. He is your Commander and you will respect his position.’

Acatlotzin shrugged, throwing Vassilir’s hand from his shoulder, ‘Were it not for my true master’s word, I would kill you were you stand upstart.;

Namacuix shook his head, a grim smile cutting a tight swathe across his face.’ Control your charge Vassilir, his words fall on deaf ears.’

Not waiting to see if Vassilir did indeed reprimand the other Rosian, Namacuix turned away from them. It was then that the vox unit behind them squealed into life.

‘Commander do you read me?’ Called out the voice of Autemoc, his tone urgent.

‘I am here Autemoc, have the strike team engaged?’ he queried.

‘Indeed they have my Lord, the insertion was completed moments ago, transferring now.’

The vox crackled before a sharp peel of noise rang out, closely followed by Bifrost’s voice, his clipped orders directing his team’s movements. Slight distortion caused him to sound tinny and distant.

‘Bifrost?’ Namacuix spoke into the caster as the Rosian’s moved closer to the console, the Adjutant’s face still seething.

Bifrost called out more orders before responding. ‘Namacuix? Your signal is weak.’
Namacuix nodded to the anaran and the techmarine moved forward to adjust several of the dials whilst administering incence to a grille as the side.

‘Report.’ was all the Commander said, confident that the Anaran’s administrations would have strengthened the signal.

‘We are inside, translation was clear.’ there was a burst of static before the voice responded once more, this time however it wasn’t addressing the Chapter Commander.

‘Contact! to your left!’ Called Bifrost as the sound of bolter fire sang out, before the transmission cut out.

The adjutant stormed forward gripping the caster. ‘My Lord? Respond!’ his grip tightened and he yelled. ‘Bifrost?’

He turned back to his fellow Rosians. ‘I’ve heard enough, our Lord needs our help!’ before he could move again Namacuix had drawn Shadowbane, the tip of the blade rose faster than the eye could follow to press against the skin between Acatlotzin’s eyes.

‘Bifrost gained this honour, you will not tarnish his name.’ he stepped forward slightly, the blade tip pressing harder, drawing blood. ‘Do not get involved.’

The Rosian growled but could do nothing but back away as Namacuix showed no sign of relenting. To touch the holy blade of priism would be tantamount to sacrilege and it seemed the Azul had the better of him.

‘My Lord,’ pleaded Xilonen. ‘This will only lead to ruin.’

Namacuix turned to rebuke him when the vox rang out with sounds of fighting before dying down once more.

Namacuix dropped his weapon and turned once more to the vox console. ‘Bifrost?’

‘Aye Namacuix, I am here.’ the old warrior’s breathing haggard, ‘My squad is dead but I still live. Damn but these armour forms are tough bastards,’ there was a pause before he spoke once more, ’I am proceeding with the search for the inquisitor now.’

‘Continue to report Bifrost, I wish to know how you fare.’

For the next half an hour or so, Bifrost continued on without incident, his voice sounding laboured and pained, slipped in and out of focus the deeper he went into the Citadel.

Finally he declared. ‘I’ve found the Inquisitor’s retinue or what’s left of it.’

A murmur spread round the room at that, though it was interrupted by the sound of clashing metal coming from the vox followed the heavy grunt of Bifrost.

‘Bifrost?’ only silence greeted Namacuix.

A dark silence followed. It was Xilonen who broke it, ‘My Lord the assault has reached the Citadel’s breech. Shall they proceed into the Citadel proper?’

‘Tell them to hold until I give the word, order them to move only to protect themselves. Let’s give Bifrost some time yet.’

The vox sparked into life once more, almost in response to his words. ‘Pull the assault forces back!’ Called out Bifrost’s voice.

‘You’ve found the Inquisitor?’

‘No, but I’ve found something worse, an access portal, there are thousands of the Armour forms ready to come through. They have to be stopped.’

Namacuix nodded, he knew that this could only mean that Bifrost intended to detonate his warhead. ‘Proceed.’

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bifrost pressed the initiation stud upon the warhead and set the timer for ten minutes, then placed it in a recess at the side of the large chamber.

Then rising to his feet he nodded to himself. ‘Father-Creator I come now to dine at your war table.’ He screamed before charging forward and throwing himself through the portal and into the enemy beyond.’
10-19-10 08:26 PM
the_unchanged BY ORDER OF HIS MOST HOLY MAJESTY
THE GOD-EMPEROR OF TERRA


Purge after Reading

CLASSIFICATION: Primary Level Communique
CLEARANCE: Obsidian Ultra
ENCRYPTION: Cryptox v 6.6
DATE: 339.M41
AUTHOR: Operative codename - Bishop
SUBJECT: End Game
RECIPIENT: Operative codename - The Player

The Player,

Pieces have moved into place, opponent held in check. Endgame is now in play.

Knight has arrived to take his place from his usurper.

Knight has given us the key to his control.

Bishop.

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BY ORDER OF HIS MOST HOLY MAJESTY
THE GOD-EMPEROR OF TERRA

Purge after Reading


CLASSIFICATION: Primary Level Communique
CLEARANCE: Obsidian Ultra
ENCRYPTION: Cryptox v 6.6
DATE: 339.M41
AUTHOR: Operative codename - The Player
SUBJECT: End Game
RECIPIENT: Operative codename - The Bishop

The Bishop,

Player comes to see Endgame completed. Bishop will be rewarded.

Knight will join the fold.

How fares The Queen?

The Player.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


BY ORDER OF HIS MOST HOLY MAJESTY
THE GOD-EMPEROR OF TERRA

Purge after Reading


CLASSIFICATION: Primary Level Communique
CLEARANCE: Obsidian Ultra
ENCRYPTION: Cryptox v 6.6
DATE: 339.M41
AUTHOR: Operative codename - The Bishop
SUBJECT: End Game
RECIPIENT: Operative codename - The Player

The Player,

Player’s arrival will be much anticipated. Victory will be ours!

The Queen moves to strike of her own accord. Impatience grips her.

The Player.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~





The cramped confines of the land raider caused the assembled officers of the Rainbow Warriors to jostle for space as they awaited Namacuix, the Lord of the Azuls having requested them to return here, for what he would have to say to them would be of great import. Surrounded by rivals and distracted by being away from the main assault, the atmosphere was tense.

Xilonen could see it in all of their eyes, their every slight movement and if he was being honest he could see it in his own. He hoped that Namacuix would arrive soon for waiting patiently while their blood sung with the hymn of battle was not something the Rainbow Warriors did well.

It was Bosatl who finally broke the silence, with all the brashness only a verdant could muster, his voice rang out expelling the vacuum. ‘So it’s true then,’ his eyes ran over his assorted brothers, ‘The inquisitor is inside and she needs our help?’

They all turned their attention to Xilonen but it was Brothgaar who answered them, the Cleaver was sullen and withdrawn angered by being left behind in Cotillion’s haste. ‘Aye, Sah Jax contacted us thirty five minutes ago, he has lost contact with the inquisitor and it seems they are beset on all sides by the enemy.’ The Claw shook his head as he spoke, as though angered by her impetousness, his tongue caressed the points of his teeth as though he was chewing upon a tasteless morsel.

‘So they expect us to save them? Expending more of our lives in a rushed assault?’ Growled the Verdant.

A huge figure growled at the back of the room.

‘Something to say Rosian?’ Called out Xilonen, ‘If you have then say it, I’ll not have your Arc complaining that they don’t have a say.’

‘My Company have nothing do with this, what I say is for me alone to say, I do not speak for the Rosians.’ The commander of the Rosians replied. Xilonen had fought beside Vassilir before and he was one of the Rosians Xilonen respected.

Xilonen nodded. ‘Then speak candidly brother, we would have your opinion.’

‘I concur with the Verdant, this is a waste of our time, pull back the main assault and have our ships destroy the citadel from orbit.’

Brothgaar snarled at this. ‘And kill the Inquistor and her retinue? Do this and you will face the wrath of the Cleavers.’

‘Vassilir-’ Xilonen interrupted but Vassilir held up a hand to silence him.

‘It is clear that if the Inquisitor is not dead already, then she will be before we can reach her, she should not have separated herself from the main force.’

Normally a taciturn Commander, it seemed even Vassilir had lost patience with the Inquisitor and her current endeavour.

Xilonen shook his head, ‘Would that we could Vassilir but the Inquisitor’s life can not be forfeited solely to provide us with less chance of losing our Brother’s lives.’

Xilonen noticed Brothgaar’s hand drop away from the pommel of his weapon as he spoke, clearly he was intent of not allowing the Rainbow Warriors the option of not acting.

‘Then let the rojans wipe the enemy from the face of this planet, let them sell their lives instead of our own.’ Called out one of the Purans, fury clear on his face.

There was a wave of angered words called out, showing the gathered Captains anger , that the Puran would speak so openly before an outsider.

‘Fool. Speak not of that which we do not discuss outside of our own.’ called out Yingarna, the young Master of ceremonies. Xilonen was shocked by this, was there divisions even within the ranks of the Purans.

‘Perhaps he is right!’ snarled Bosatl. ‘So far I see only Verdant blood spilled here, perhaps it is time for the other Arcs to bear the brunt and there are none fitter for this task than the Reds!’

Xilonen could see that the deaths of the young scout squad played heavily in the Verdant’s mind. He decided he had heard enough. He hammered his fist down on the console before him. ‘Enough!’

The arguments died out at his call. Finally the Lord of the Amarils stepped forward, the eldritch fire of his eyes burning brightly, ‘The Azul is right we are all Brothers here, it is time to end this bickering.’

Xilonen nodded in the Amarils direction as he finished. ‘We will work as one to locate the Inquisitor, there will be no more division between us.’

‘Xilonen is right.’ They all turned to see who had spoke and were shocked to see Namacuix leaning against the frame of the entrance, Tonuauc supporting his other side.

They began to kneel as they saw the weapon he carried, the feathered crown of Command that sat awkwardly upon his wounded head. Even the Rosian inclined his head, the cramped confines preventing him from bending the knee of his massive armour.

Namacuix grimaced. It was Tonuauc instead who spoke. ‘Rise brothers and look upon your new Commander.

They rose to their feet in unison, a hundred questions unasked apparent in their every movement.

Namacuix sighed, ‘All will be explained in due course, right now it seems we have a problem.’

‘I demand to know what has happened to Lord Bifrost.’ several of the Captains bristled at the Rosian’s words, They turned to face him putting themselves between him and Namacuix.

‘He is alive.’

He turned away from the Rosian. ‘With all due respect commanded that’s not good enough.’ Namacuix turned to him, facing him down. ‘he is alive, Rosian and barring any foolish actions on his part that is how he will remain to be.’

Vassilir nodded, sensing the change in the room, ‘Very well.’ He backed away from the Azul to stand at the back of the compartment.

The assembled Captains returned their attention to Namacuix. ‘I intend to follow the Inquisitor’s lead by assembling a strike team to then teleport inside the Citadel. The Amarils will then move to support them, while the rest of the assault continue to press on. Now I will need volunteers.’

Before anyone could respond someone called out from the entrance, ‘then I will volunteer.’

Several of the characters drew their weapons as they realised who spoke, some turning to aim at Vassilir, who simply raised his hands to show that he offered no threat.

Namacuix allowed himself a small smile, it seemed the Chapter was indeed his.

‘Lower your weapons.’ he ordered finally.

‘Bifrost nodded, ‘I will not harm the rightful commander of our chapter.’

‘So it is true then,’ Vassilir said, the disappointment in his voice was clear.

‘Aye Vassilir, it is. I am no longer fit to lead this Chapter. The Rosians.’ his eyes fell across all of the Captains, ‘and the rest of you will now swear yourselves to Namacuix, for he is the new Master of this Chapter and the new Lord of Priism.’

There was a few murmurs at this as though the gravity of the situation was finally sinking in.

‘A chance at last honour then?’ Namacuix asked, his anger only now dissipating

‘Aye lad,’ he offered his hand to Namacuix, ‘grant me this one last boon.’

Namacuix took his hand reluctantly, ‘very well but you will do this without the armour of clout. You will fight as a regular brother, without this.’ he pointed to the Terminator suit.

‘I accept and I also ask that I do this alone,’

Vassilir railed at this, ‘That is suicide. Allow me to join you!’

‘No Vassilir, you must command the Rosians in my absence, I shall take only a warhead for company, should the Inquisitor and her retinue indeed be dead, then I shall tear down the Citadel from the inside.’

Vassilir looked crestfallen, ‘Then you intend this to be your end?’

Namacuix shook his head, ‘You will not face such an end alone, two of your men will go with you.’ he knew that the old warrior deserved an honour guard.

‘If I cannot volunteer then I will help you prepare, come my Lord,’ he moved forward to help the former Commander remove his ancient suit of armour.

‘As for us?’ Xilonen queried.

‘For us? The course remains the same, protect the cities while maintaining our assault, extracting ourselves only should Bifrost have need to detonate the warhead.’

Xilonen nodded ‘You heard the Commander, you have your orders.’ The assembled captains saluted and moved to act on Namacuix’s commands, until only Xilonen and Namacuix were left.

Namacuix sagged onto one knee. ‘My Lord!’ Xilonen cried out, rushing forward to help his beleaguered lord.

‘It is done Xilonen, it is done.’ Xilonen nodded but he was disturbed by the anguish he saw in Namacuix’s eyes.
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