Well, I'm going to try and keep this story alive, especially considering that I've taken it in a different direction. By all means, please add to this installment or cut back to the initial story set on Holy Terra.
‘Battle stations! We are under attack!’
From the portals of the ship’s bridge, Lord Forson Graves could see numerous flashes of gunfire and ships exploding in the far off distance of space.
‘What the hell is going on?!’ demanded Graves, moving quickly towards his command throne on board the Vindicatus.
‘The rear guard of our flotilla is being annihilated my Lord…by Astartes Strike Cruisers.’ Came the reply from a startled crewman.
Astartes? Those fools, those damned traitorous, back stabbing fools were attacking mankind’s only saviour. How could these misguided, disloyal, heretical brigands turn their backs on Holy Terra and seek murderous intent on the Emperor Incarnate himself?
‘Bring our ships about! I will show these mutinous dogs the true might of our righteous and faithful crusade. Woe betide the insurgent who dares to disrupt our holy mission, damnation for the heretic who wantonly conspires against the Imperium and death to the treasonous jackals who seek to betray our beloved Emperor!’ boomed Graves, his body visibly shaking with anger.
The Vox screen dominating the bridge of the Vindicatus flashed into life, the image of the Emperor-Incarnate filling the screen once more.
‘My Emperor…’ Graves stammered, staring once again at the face of his god for the second time this day.
‘Lord Graves, do not commit your forces to the attack, your Inquistorial fleet will follow me into the Eye of Terror. I have sent word to our loyal Astartes to deal with these injudicious usurpers. I have need of your strength and resilience for the the battles that lie ahead.’ The Child-Emperor spoke, his words carrying incalculable authority.
‘But my saviour, without the Chapters, we will be severely weakened against the hordes of Chaos that await us beyond the Eye.’ Graves responded respectfully.
‘My dear Lord Graves, it is not with ships or Marines or firepower that we will conquer Chaos, they are but a mere bagatelle against the unholy foe. Our supposed weapons of war are nothing more then trivial adornments and useless decorations compared to the the true ammunition within our arsenal. Faith will be our shield, devotion our sword and belief our banner, with these in our armoury, there is no enemy that we cannot smite.’ Lectured the Emperor Incarnate.
‘Of course your eminence, please forgive my lack of vision, once again, you have shown me the true path to victory. I beg your forgiveness for my ill founded words.’ Graves replied, his head bowed.
‘I do not seek blind or unquestioning followers Lord Graves, especially in these most troubling of times, I cannot forgive you as you have done nothing wrong. Lift your head high and plot a course, once through the Eye, bring your fleets to bear on the planet of Prospero.’ The Child-Emperor confidently responded.
‘Prospero my Emperor?’ quizzed Graves.
‘Yes. We seek Magnus the Red. He will be the first.’ Declared the Emperor Incarnate.
‘The first? I do not understand my Messiah.’ Graves asked reverently.
‘For too long have my children been scattered and alone. I will deliver them from Chaos and return them to the bosom of humanity. It is time, Lord Graves, for my Primarchs to unite once again to save Mankind.’
And with that, the Vox screen flickered and died. The engines of the Emperor’s Saber burst into life and within moments, the Inquistorial fleet had entered the Eye of Terror.