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Lord Revan wrote:correct if I'm wrong but it seems that during the heresy there were specific terminator squads/companies (similar to the Dark Angels Deathwing in "modern" times) rather then veteran squads using terminator armor on "needs of the mission" basis, at least for the Luna wolves/Sons of Horus.

Also it seems the terminator company working with Abbadon's first company has it's armor painted black, sadly we don't get to know if it's all black, black with white trim (aka reverse of the legion colors) or Black with gold trim. The reverse colors for specialist formations doesn't odd as at least Dark Angels Deathwing company and the Blood Ravens honor guard seem to do the same thing.
I believe that several descriptions in various texts (the latest I have encountered is Forge World's Horus Heresy army books) describe the Sons of Horus First Company colours (at least Abaddon and those in his squad) as black with bronze trim. In that latest source I mentioned, both the Terminators as well as their Land Raider transports are using it, instead of the usual Luna Wolves' colours.
I don't have 100% confirmation of the precise appearance of the trim patterns, but I think the intention of the reference is quite clear.. these are the colours that are familiar to us as the Black Legion's.
Lord Revan wrote:I have to say that I like how they made Horus likeble and kind of a "good guy" at the start so that his fall has more impact when it happens
Agreed.
Same goes for many of the other non-Primarch chracters, too, who will later fall to Chaos. For example, when reading Horus Rising, it surprised me that Abaddon seems like a pretty swell guy. I almost loathe to see him become what he later will be.. Abaddon the Despoiler, instigator and leader of the horrific Black Crusades :/
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It's rather a shame that Lorgar's come out as an utter screaming crybaby, considering we've had so many of the bad guys c. current 40k getting relatively glowing portrayals of how they were before everything went to hell.
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Abaddons fall isn't nearly as tragic to me as Kharn's. The guy was Angron's voice of reason, the man who convinced him not to slaughter the entire Legion, and he becomes... Kharn. It's rather poignant in Age of Darkness where it's clear that he knows what's happening to him, for a moment it seems he might yet stop it, then no, he can't stop it. He WILL become the monster whose rage consumes a galaxy, who turns on his own troops for not being sufficiently crazy.
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Black Admiral wrote:It's rather a shame that Lorgar's come out as an utter screaming crybaby, considering we've had so many of the bad guys c. current 40k getting relatively glowing portrayals of how they were before everything went to hell.
I've got to disagree. I loved Lorgar's portrayal and his true weakness isn't his alone. Essentially, both Lorgar and Kurze share the same flaw: their actions must be vindicated. Kurze's sadism and Lorgar's need to believe must be proven to be correct, no matter what the cost or the consequences. It's a profoundly human weakness that can be shared by demigods: they must right come hell or high water. If that requires them to burn worlds, to turn traitor, and embrace the worship of monstrous and obscene entities then so be it.
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Abbadon's likeability is really, really brief however - starting around the time when he welcomes Loken into the Mourneval, and ends when he gets into a shouting match with Horus demanding he burn the Interex to the ground. He was really an extremist hothead.

That being said, I'm surprised at how little scorn is heaped on many loyalist characters for blindly letting the Heresy happen. Special mention goes to Loken and Tarik for sitting on their asses while the Legion undergoes a purge and essentially letting Horus' crippling daddy issues run amok.
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Imperial Overlord wrote:
Black Admiral wrote:It's rather a shame that Lorgar's come out as an utter screaming crybaby, considering we've had so many of the bad guys c. current 40k getting relatively glowing portrayals of how they were before everything went to hell.
I've got to disagree. I loved Lorgar's portrayal and his true weakness isn't his alone. Essentially, both Lorgar and Kurze share the same flaw: their actions must be vindicated. Kurze's sadism and Lorgar's need to believe must be proven to be correct, no matter what the cost or the consequences. It's a profoundly human weakness that can be shared by demigods: they must right come hell or high water. If that requires them to burn worlds, to turn traitor, and embrace the worship of monstrous and obscene entities then so be it.
Well, apart from that excellent analysis, they did have a pair of differing flaws.
Lorgar - that he was the Weakling among the primarchs (which exacerbated his need to prove himself - he wasn't the smartest [Magnus], he wasn't the best organizer or leader [Guilliman], he was a terrible fighter, and so he ended up trying to prove himself the most loyal. Fanatically loyal. Worshipful even.
Oh, and he had Erebus at his side and whatsisname the old man as a second father figure pouring poison into his ear.
(How the hell is Erebus not a demon prince? The man almost single handedly corrupted 2 primarchs, would have enticed a third [Sanguinius] and pretty much caused the Heresy!).

Kurze - has the problem of having mental damage. (Adrian Dembsky Bowden'sExcellent "Prince of Crows"actually goes into this. Sevetar even mocks him about how his methods were not only the only way, but failed miserably).
(Then again, extreme mental damage can most justly be given as a cause for Angron's insanity. He's also the only Primarch to end up a bullwhipped slave. Why the Emperor gave him a free reign is beyond me).

Zinegata wrote:Abbadon's likeability is really, really brief however - starting around the time when he welcomes Loken into the Mourneval, and ends when he gets into a shouting match with Horus demanding he burn the Interex to the ground. He was really an extremist hothead.
The BIG tragedy as far as i'm concerned, even beyond that of poor old Kharn "The voice of reason", is Magnus's Sons.
I kinda wish their story had ended at the end of Ä thousand Sons", rather than him being shown aiding the heretics.
(I ended up reading "Atlas Infernal" after that, and was sad to see Ahriman being all evil and such :(.
(The Alpha legion are just a bunch of Idiots. No sympathy there, except for the damage they caused)
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I read "Prince of Crows" and it is awesome and you're missing the point: both Kurze and Lorgar won't own up to their mistakes. They keep insisting that what they did are right, even as they plunge headlong into depravity and madness. Their obsessions are different but their flaw is identical: they cannot acknowledge that they are wrong. Sevatar calls Kurze out on it and Kurze will not accept it.
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Imperial Overlord wrote:I read "Prince of Crows" and it is awesome and you're missing the point: both Kurze and Lorgar won't own up to their mistakes. They keep insisting that what they did are right, even as they plunge headlong into depravity and madness. Their obsessions are different but their flaw is identical: they cannot acknowledge that they are wrong. Sevatar calls Kurze out on it and Kurze will not accept it.
The exact same thing applies to Fulgrim. (It's made painfully obvious in Ängel Exterminatus"- He even hallucinates Ferrus Manus taunting him about what he's become. The only known case of a self loathing prince of Slaanesh I think :D)
I REALLY Dislike Fulgrim's possession being retconned (In "The Mirror Crack'd"). ( Ängel Exterminatus" removes the possible explanation of it just being the daemon faking it. IT does suggest that the daemon in fact merged with Fulgrim partially, but that's unclear).

EDIT: And on your (correct) point - that just makes my point about Magnus more poignant - He REALIZED his mistake. He confessed. He understood it. He acted to mitigate it, allowing his planet and legion to burn. (And ascended).
And in modern 40K he's still gibbering with Daemons with the rest of them. :(
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I dont think its 'Fulgrim can't admit he's wrong' its just that he doesn't care. The shit that mattered to him no longer matters, because he's completely and utterly in Slaanesh's thrall.

Having read 'Shadows of Treachery' and contrasted it with both 'Dark King' and 'Prince of Crows', I can kind of see Imperial Overlord's point. Both Lorgar and Curze are convinced their way is the right way, and they're so utterly entrenched in those opinions it is literally impossible for them to see any alternate point of view.

The whys and hows and other little detaisl vary of course. Curze is more than a bit paranoid and delusional, decades/centuries of exposure to an uncontrolled precognition gift, the horrific upbringing on Nostramo, and other factors have contributed to fuck up his perceptions massively, so that actually makes him more of a sympathetic character because we can attribute his inability to accept an alternate POV to external motives. Lorgar, however, is such a freaking emo zealot that he's driven more by pride and spite and a need/desire to vindicate his own beliefs. That's partly a product of his own upbringing (and possibly some of his nature plays into it) but its more a reaction to the Emperor being a dick to him (IMPERIAL TRUTH, FUCK YEAH!) than it is anything beyond his control.

There's lots of little ways in the HH series we see how lies, self-deception, and secret fears/doubts color and complicate the overall situation and the way it allows Chaos to infiltrate and sow confusion and distrust in the Imperium, leading up to the Horus Heresy.

also, I think in Lorgar's case, he's written in such a way we're NOT supposed to like him or consider him sympathetic. Tragic maybe, but we're supposed to hate him. At least that's the impression I drew from First Heretic when Lorgar, Curze, and (IIRC) Corax meet. And the way the Word Bearer start out thinking they'r the master manipulators of this plot, only for Chaos (and Horus) to go 'nuh uh' and pull the rug out from under them (EG fear to Tread) is another big aspect of that.
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Zinegata wrote:That being said, I'm surprised at how little scorn is heaped on many loyalist characters for blindly letting the Heresy happen. Special mention goes to Loken and Tarik for sitting on their asses while the Legion undergoes a purge and essentially letting Horus' crippling daddy issues run amok.
I think that's supposed to be part of the tragedy.. the idea of their brother Astartes (much less their progenitor Primarchs, especially for the loyalist members of traitor Legions) turning traitor is just so completely ridiculous and unbelievable that they refuse to even consider the possibility, until shit actually starts burning down around them.
And even then, it seems that a small part of them thinks it's a nightmare they might wake up from, and though that part keeps shrinking, if it ever disappeared they'd break down and sob. Ok, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but you get what I mean :D
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Connor MacLeod wrote:
also, I think in Lorgar's case, he's written in such a way we're NOT supposed to like him or consider him sympathetic. Tragic maybe, but we're supposed to hate him. At least that's the impression I drew from First Heretic when Lorgar, Curze, and (IIRC) Corax meet.
I didn't get that. Curze despises Lorgar obviously, but Curze despising someone isn't really news. I thought it was more an exercise in contrast because both of them sit at opposite ends emotionally: Curze is sadistic, harsh and disdainful and Lorgar craves the respect and admiration of others. ADB is essentially the defining writer for both and they share the same goal of vindication, but the scene shows that are very different people.
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Cykeisme wrote: And even then, it seems that a small part of them thinks it's a nightmare they might wake up from, and though that part keeps shrinking, if it ever disappeared they'd break down and sob. Ok, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but you get what I mean :D
The sad thing is, I don't really think it's an exaggeration to say Loken would break down and sob. Damn fool needs to man up and punch his Primarch in the face.
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Ahriman238 wrote:Abaddons fall isn't nearly as tragic to me as Kharn's. The guy was Angron's voice of reason, the man who convinced him not to slaughter the entire Legion, and he becomes... Kharn. It's rather poignant in Age of Darkness where it's clear that he knows what's happening to him, for a moment it seems he might yet stop it, then no, he can't stop it. He WILL become the monster whose rage consumes a galaxy, who turns on his own troops for not being sufficiently crazy.
I felt bad for Julius Kaesoron's fall. If only he hadn't walked into into that Laeran temple, which corrupted pretty much everyone, he'd probably been one of the good guys. Hell, right untill the Istvann III, I kept hoping he'd see the error of his ways
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Last update for Battle for the Abyss

Page 157
He thrust his bolt pistol into another and used the warp spawn’s momentum to lift it from the ground. Triggering the weapon, he blasted the creature apart in a shower of bone and viscera.
The warp spawn in question are mutated, but bear the resemblance of naval crewers, so vaguely human shaped.

Page 159
"Get out and seal the doors. I will remain and activate the dock’s auto-destruct sequence."
Many vessels of the Imperial Fleet came with such precautionary measures built in to their design by the Mechanicum. They were meant as weapons of last resort, should a ship be overrun and in danger of capture. If a ship could not be defended or retaken from an enemy then it would be denied to them utterly, although in this case, Mhotep’s sacrifice would not destroy the ship, only vanquish the foes that were besieging it.
Self destruct mechanisms are standard issue on Imperial warships.

Page 168
The middle screen contained four stage-by-stage picts showing the effects of a particular viral strain upon human beings. A time code at the bottom right corner of the final pict displayed 00:01:30.
The final screen displayed projected casualty rates: Macragge orbital defences – 49%; Macragge orbital fleet – 75%; Macragge population – 93%. Kor Phaeron and the rest of the Word Bearers’ fleet would account for the rest. Zadkiel smiled; with a single blow they would all but wipe out the Ultramarines’ home world and the Legion with it.
Zakdiel running simulations of the Assault on Macragge. Interesting that despite the fact we have a single supership assaulting, they still can't wipe out all life on the planet (despite having cyclonics, virus weapons, and orbital bombardment.) Then again they also thought sticking a huge fixed axis weapon hidden behind a prow made up from a giant Bible was a good idea, too.

Page 175
A lucky hit from the Waning Moon’s lances had cut off the engineering teams from the Furious Abyss’s stores of fuel oil as well as rupturing the primary coolant line.
I don't want to know what the fuel oil is for.

Page 177
Cestus couldn’t help think how long it had been since she had slept. An Astartes could go for several days without, but Kaminska was merely human. He wondered how long she could keep going.
Implies that several days have passed since the battle.

Page 177
Kaminska indicated the star map in front of her. It showed the sector of the galaxy around the dense galactic core. The core was impassable, and so much of the map was taken up with a blank void. Notations and calculations were scrawled in the margins.
Still close around the galactic core, probably just out of Segmentum Solar.

Page 178
"Outside the Solar System there aren’t many orbital docks that can support a ship that size."
The Bakka system was already circled on the map.
"Bakka."said Cestus. "My Legion mustered there for the Karanthas Crusade. It’s the Imperial Army’s staging post for half the galactic south."
...
"It has the only docks between the galactic core and Macragge that could handle the Furious Abyss"
...
"How long before we break warp?"
"Several hours yet."
Several hours to break warp near Bakka.. Implies that less than a week but mor than a 2-3 days have passed since they first entered the warp. I'd guess a good 10-15K LY at least, but less than 20K LY between those two locales. Somewhere between half a million c and 4 million c implied.

We also learn that ships of the Furious Abyss' size can only be handled in a very few places: the Solar system of course, but also only segmentum fleet bases (like Mars or Bakka), and major Legion homeworlds/systems like Macragge. At least a handful, but no more than a few dozen.

Page 179
The choir consisted of eight astropaths, but the Furious’s astral cohort differed from those on any Imperial ship. The fact that there were eight of them suggested their instability. The Furious Abyss’s route through the warp, and the forces brought to bear on it, eroded the mind of an astropath with dismaying speed.
The Furious Abyss' astropathic contingent. all insane. in this current context Zakdiel uses them to communicate directly with Kor Phaeron.

Page 180
"Half a day longer in the warp, until we reach the fringes of the galactic core. We must make vital repairs at Bakka, before heading onwards to Macragge."
Implied half a day longer to reach fringes of galactic core, showing rough location of the Furious Abyss.

Page 180-181
Despite the fact that Kor Phaeron was doubtless aboard the Word Bearers battle-barge the Infidus Imperator, in deep communion with its own astropathic choir and speaking through a flesh puppet, his tone and manner were still dangerous.
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"During a brief sortie with a fleet of Imperial ships we sustained minor damage that could not be ignored, my lord." Zadkiel explained more hurriedly than he liked.
"A military action?" Kor Phaeron’s disdain was clear. "Did any survive?"
"A single cruiser pursues us yet through the warp, liege."
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"The prospect of word reaching Terra should not concern us. The warp’s disquiet would prevent any warning getting to Macragge."
"I disagree." The supplicant sneered in an echo of Kor Phaeron’s idiosyncratic expression. "Any deviation from the plan as written holds the potential for disaster."
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"We will be a few hours at Bakka at the most, exalted lord." said Zadkiel plaintively, wary of his master’s wrath.
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"In any case we will not be late; our passage through the warp was swift. But what of you, my lord?"
"We’ve joined up with the other elements of the Legion and all is proceeding as written."
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The supplicant lolled back, drooling blood as the connection was broken. The astropathic choir sank into silence, only their ragged breathing suggesting the great effort required to maintain the link across the immaterium.
A rather lengthy quote, but showing what amounts to a near-realtime discussion between Kor Phaeron and Zakdiel.. or at least whatever delays there are aren't significant over what distances they occu (the quote implies near-realtime at leat) and its far less than hours, since they said they'd be half a day from reaching the fringes (and they didn't come anywhere close to reaching the fringes during that conversation, despite trading some 16-20 lines of dialgoue back and forth collectively (messages to and from).. so one message no more than every 35-45 minutes, and probably far, far shorter (again nowhere near the edge by the end of the conversation).
We don't know unfortunately where the Word bearers are/were when this takes place. I'd guess Terra maybe, given that Sor Talgron was there, Zakdiel started from there, an the bulk of the Word Bearers were playing catchup all the time. I'd guess they're still at least hundreds, if not thousands of LY away (more than a sector, in other words.) Either way the realtime communcation woudl suggest millions, if not billions of c comms speeds.
Even more interesting is that the communication is handled verbally between the two, rather than just images/symbols and mental/emotional impressions and thoughts being sent.


Page 183
Kaminska gave the order to train laser batteries on the decrepit vessel. There was a few seconds’ pause when the Wrathful unleashed a blistering salvo of fire. Without operational shields, the Fireblade crumpled under the onslaught. A few seconds more and all that remained of the blighted escort ship was a scorched wreck and space debris.
A few seconds fire to destroy a Frigate. We don't know if that was sustained bombardment or any delay crossing the distance, but either is possible.


Page 183-184
The tiny gleaming sparks that fell away from the Wrathful were corpses enclosed in body bags, reflecting the light of the star Bakka that burned in a magnesium spark a few light hours away. Much closer was Bakka Triumveron, a titanic gas cloud far bigger than the Solar System’s Jupiter, bright yellow streaked with violet and ringed with scores of shimmering bands of ice and rock. Bakka was a mystery, its gaseous form far too stormy and strange to admit any craft, while its rings were death-traps many times more lethal than the rings of Saturn. Bakka’s outlying moons, however, were habitable, each one almost the size of Terra and all of them heavily populated. Rogelin, Sanctuary, Half Hope, Grey Harbour: these hive cities were just fledglings compared to the teeming pinnacles of the Solar System, but they were still home to billions of Imperial citizens. The Bakka system was one of the most populated in the segmentum, certainly the largest concentration of human life this close to the galactic core.
Bakka Triumveron’s fourteenth moon had no cities, but instead was enclosed within a thin black spider web that looked like some planetary disease. It was, in fact, the underlying structure of its orbital docks, held over the moon so that they could benefit from its enormous stores of geothermal energy. The moon was uninhabited, thanks to its relentlessly shifting tectonic plates and accompanying cataclysms, but the dockyards above Triumveron 14 were some of the main reasons why Bakka was populated at all.
The Bakka system, shipyard and Naval headquarters. A few light hours from Bakka.. showing the rough emergence point (billions of km away?)


Page 192
Hargrath nodded and continued on his way towards the massive crimson horizon ahead, visible across the entire length of the shipyard: the Furious Abyss, the largest vessel any of them had ever seen.
Again furious abyss largest ship ever seen/built.

Page 194
Hazy runes moved over a top-down green-rimed blueprint of Bakka Triumveron 14, indicating the progress of the three attack waves heading for the immense swathe of bulky red that represented the Furious Abyss. The ship’s magos, Agantese, had tapped into one of the satellite feeds of the orbital moon and was using it to re-route images to the Wrathful’s tactical network. It had a short delay, but was an otherwise excellent way to keep track of their forces on the ground. Even so, Cestus felt impotent, directing the action from the relative safety of real space where the cruiser lingered to stay out of radar and sensorium range.
"Antiges, report." he barked into the ship’s vox, synced with his fellow Ultramarine’s boosted helmet array.
"Assault protocol alpha proceeding as planned, captain." Antiges’s voice said after a few seconds delay. The reply was fraught with static. Even with the boosted array rigged by the Wrathful’s engineers, the gulf of real space between them impinged greatly.
Telemetry feed from satellites and such to observe events in-system.. and to stay out of sensor/radar range (ships use radar, but it seems different from auspex.) The implied range is a "few light secoonds".. maybe 2-3 light seconds tops.

Page 195
"All those gentlemen in their powdered wigs talking about good breeding, it hardly speaks of efficiency and impartiality. Our ships are to be refitted for a new Imperial Navy. I’m a part of the last generation."
The Saturnine fleet will be decomissioned.. it seems in the Crusade era there still was no "official" Navy, as such, which meshes with the more organic nature of forces (army and Naval ships were tied together, often under Marine leadership.) Everything was alot more alliance-oriented too.
Interestingly, this suggests that there were plans to set up the Navy long before the Heresy struck as well. Does this mean that the Great Crusade fleets would have been disbanded and the post-Heresy setup might have been enacted evne if Horus hadn't rebelled?

Page 197
The novice faced the dock-master and shot the man through the face point-blank with his bolt pistol. After his head exploded in a shower of viscera and bone-riddled gore, his streaming carcass slid to the deck.
bolt pistol head exploding.

Page 198
Bolter fire wreathed the opening, lighting up the half-dark of the channel with four-pronged muzzle flares. Kellock, the warrior next to Skraal, took a full burst in the chest that tore open his armour and left him oozing blood. Kellock crumpled and fell, both his primary and secondary hearts punctured.
Bolter fire generally penetrates armor in this instance, at close range at least, and marines go down on both sides. Maybe it's hitting weak points though.

Page 200
He paid for his laxity when a bolt of searing plasma blasted a hole in his torso, cooking the World Eater in his armour. He fell with a resounding clang, the wound cauterised before he hit the ground. Several of his brothers heaved his body towards them, but to act as improvised cover, rather than out of any sense of reverence for their dead comrade.
Plasma bolt cooks World Eater inside armour, cauterizing wound. MJs easily (full body 3rd-4th degree burns over entire surface area, esp given increased AStarte ssizes)

Page 202-203
Two hundred robed cohorts in the crimson of the Word Bearers emerged from the Furious Abyss, and charged right back.
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Hands were grabbing at him to drag the Astartes down, and even as he tried to emerge, bullets rang off his armour.
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Driving on, pain burst against Antiges’s side as a blade or a bullet found its way through his armour.
Bullet penetrates armor afte rmultiple shots fail to.

Page 204
Borund had greater fortune, a feral war cry on his lips as he reached the base of the platform. Clamping the charge onto one of the struts, he took a hit in the shoulder. Another struck him across the torso as Word Bearers positioned neared the building’s base realised what he was doing. Borund pressed the detonator before they could stop him. He roared in savage defiance as the melta bomb exploded, vaporising him in a flare of super-heated chemicals.
Super-heated chemicals fuelling a melta bomb, yet it vaporizes an armoured word bearer. high MJ/low GJ easily.


Page 213
Skraal took part of the fusillade on his storm shield, casings striking the grating at his feet like brass rain: bolter fire.
Shields resist bolter fire rather easily it seems.

Page 222
Instead, he ran from the cathedral, storm shield warding off the worst of the bolter fire hammering across the cathedral towards him.
Agan shields deflecting bolter fire.

Page 244
Mhotep reached for the scarab earring and removed it. He manipulated the small object with his thumb and forefinger, and placed it upon his forehead, where it stayed affixed in the shape of a gold eye, the symbol of Magnus.
A device that seems to have a benefit in scrying and psychic senses/sight, much like a Navigator's third eye.

Page 251
The lances, immense laser cannon hooked up to the plasma reactors in the ship’s stern, had been silent since the duel with the Furious Abyss outside the Solar System. The gun gangs still tended to them, because lasers were temperamental, especially when they had to funnel the titanic levels of power that could surge through a laser lance, and the gun gangs were constantly busy hammering out imperfections in focusing lenses and cleaning the laser conduits, which could misfire if any blemish refracted too much power in the wrong direction.

One ganger fell from his perch high up on the inner hull, where he had been aligning one of the huge mirrors.
Wrathful's lances. They have focusing lenses and mirrors. giant mirrors. Tells you something about their natures.

Page 261
The ship was the size of a city, and just like a city it had its hidden corners and curiosities, its beautiful clean-cut vistas and its dismal bordellos of decay.

Though supposedly newly fashioned, the vessel felt very old. Its concomitant parts had spent so many decades being built and rendered in the forges of Mars that they had acquired a history of
their own before the battleship was ever finished, let alone launched.
Furious abyss is city sized, and took "decades" to build.


Page 282
Astropaths rarely had the luxury of communicating by words or phrases. Instead, they had an extensive catalogue of symbols, which were a lot easier to transmit psychically. Each symbol had a meaning, which became increasingly complex the more symbols were added.
Astropathic communcation again, is mostly symbolic, becuase they are easier to transmit. This does not mean other forms of communication cant' be used (other images, words, thoughts, etc.) but the difficulty probably affects the speed of travel, the odds of signal loss, transmission times (And exposure to the Warp) and so on.

Page 283
Armsmen patrols had doubled over the passing weeks. Rotations of those patrols had also increased and prolonged exposure to the warp even whilst in the protective bubble of the Wrathful’s integrity fields took its toll.
"weeks" of travel to Macragge, though this is in warp so that may not translat eaccurately in realspace.

Page 285
"We have seen little in the way of deterrent from the Furious Abyss for almost two weeks, or at least as close to two weeks as I can fathom in this wretched empyrean."
Two weeks

Page 295
Finally he arrived, incredulously, at the place where weeks before he had fled, leaving Antiges to his death.
More rough confirmation of weeks.


Page 300-301
Formaska rolled beneath, its laborious orbit somehow visible. Silvered torpedoes struck suddenly against its surface at strategic points across the moon. Miniature detonations were discernible as a slow shockwave resonated over it in ripples of destructive force. Cestus saw tiny fractures in the outer crust, magnifying with each passing second into massive fissures that yawned like jagged mouths. Formaska glowed and pulsed as if it were a throbbing heart giving out its last, inexorable beat.

The moon exploded.

Debris cascaded outwards in shuddering waves, miniscule asteroids burning up in the atmosphere of nearby Macragge. A fleet suspended in the planet’s upper atmosphere was destroyed. Impossibly, Cestus heard the screams of his home world’s inhabitants below as the detritus of Formaska’s death rained upon them in super-heated waves of rock.

Something moved in the debris field, shielded from the thundering defence lasers of Macragge’s surface. Getting ever closer, the dark shape breached the planet’s atmosphere. The vision
shifted to the industrial hive of the cities. A cloud of gas boiled along the streets, engulfing the screaming populous. The image changed again, depicting other ships, great vessels
of the Crusade, held in orbit at Calth hit by an errant meteor storm. Cestus watched in horror as they broke up against the onslaught, the stylised ‘U’ of his Legion immolated in flame. The
meteor shower struck Calth, forcing its way through the planet’s atmosphere to where his battle-brothers mustered below. Cestus roared in anguish, furious at his impotence, screaming a desperate warning that his brothers and his primarch would never hear.

The scene changed once more as the void of real space became metal. As if propelled at subsonic speed, Cestus flew through the tunnels and chambers of a ship. Through conducts, across heaving generators, beyond the fire of immense plasma-driven engines, he came at last to an ordnance deck. There, sitting innocuously amongst the other munitions, was a lethal payload.
Though he could not explain how, he knew it at once to be a viral torpedo and the effective death warrant of Macragge. World killer.
Cestus witnesses what the Furious Abyss intends to do. Destruction of the moon is intended to wipe out the fleet in orbit and screen the AByss as it deploys virus warheads.

Page 305-306
The Navigator had received instructions from his admiral that whilst they were still in the warp he should make regular reports of their progress. The appearance of the Ultramarines’ home
world, albeit through the misted lens of the empyrean, was worthy of note and so he had summoned her.
...
The eye was open, but the dome was masked with heavy filters that kept all but the most mundane wavelengths of light out of the blister.

Admiral Kaminska faced away from the Navigator and actually followed Orcadus’s gaze through a mirror screen that offered a hazy representation of what he was seeing. To look at the warp, even filtered as it was, would be incredibly dangerous for her.
...
The view through the filters and reflected by the mirror screen was heavily distorted, but she could make out a crescent-shaped mass of light hanging over the ship. Though she had no frame of reference, she had an impression of enormous distance.

"Macragge." muttered Orcadus. "See how it glows, the brightest constellation in this depth of the abyss? All those hard-working souls toiling at its surface; their combined life-spark is refulgent to my eyes. Ultramar is the most heavily populated system in the whole segmentum and the minds of its citizens are bright and full of hope. That is what I mean by beauty. It is a beacon, one that shines amidst the malice and bleakness of the empyrean tide."

Kaminska continued to regard the dim mirror image of the warp through the minute aperture offered by the filters.
Navigator's view of Macragge from the Warp, which means they're almost there. It's also notable because it is the most heavily populated world (currently) in the segmentum, which is.. interesting considering there must be lots of hives and proto hives.

this means they've covered some tens of thuosands of Light years in a matter of weeks (more than 10K LY at least) but less than 100K LY or so we're talking maybe between 260,000 c and somewhere over a few million c depending on exact distance. Bear in mind this is all during a warp storm, without the astronomican - trying tofollow the Word Bearers (who may be getting daemonic assistance.)


Page 310
"They concern the warp through which we travel. We can reach Zadkiel even though the Furious Abyss lies many days ahead of us."
Kor Phaeron's fleet, en route to Calth, lies "many days" behind the Furious Abyss. They shoudl be only a bit slower then.

Page 312
The Infidus Imperator was a great and mighty flagship that almost rivalled the immensity of
the Furious Abyss.
...
The ship had once been known as the Raptorous Rex,
there are warships/flagships nearly as big (but apparently not as well armed/protected, perhaps) as the Furious Abyss. Funny enough is Raptorous Rex is the name (almost) of the Fire Hawks fortress monastery as well. :P

Page 316
The vista changed and Mhotep’s mind ranged beyond the Wrathful and into the churning abyss. The Furious Abyss loomed through the haze of resolution as a new scene presented itself.
The vessel was immense, like a city laid on its side and falling towards the Wrathful. Thousands of gun ports opened up like mouths, the primed, glowing barrels of magna-lasers and cannon like tongues ready to roar.
Mhotep scrying the Furious abyss... the Abyss has "thousands" of gun ports.


Page 322
"Firstly, the planetary fleet held in high orbit consists of a flotilla of several cruisers and escorts.
It would not be easy for any foe, however determined or well-armed, to break through without significant losses. Should he be successful, though, the enemy must then face the static orbital
deterrents on the surface: Macragge’s battery of defence lasers."
Planetary fleet of Macragge.


Page 323
"It all begins at Formaska, which the Word Bearers plan to hit with cyclonic torpedoes to destroy it."

...
"...but Formaska is a dead moon. Why not use their cyclonics against Macragge directly?"
...
"A direct assault against Macragge would be suicide. Its defence lasers would cripple their fleet before they made landfall and render any attempt to subdue Guilliman untenable." he explained.
"The debris from Formaska’s destruction will achieve their ends indirectly. The Legion will divert forces to the aid of Macragge caught in the asteroid storm of the moon’s demise and
the Word Bearers will strike as they are divided and take them utterly by surprise."

"I’ve seen it." said Brynngar. "on Proxus XII. An asteroid passed too close and came apart. It was a feral planet. Those people thought the world was ending. Fire was falling from the sky.
Every impact was like an atomic hit. It won’t destroy Macragge, but it’ll kill millions."

"That is not all." Cestus continued. "The Furious Abyss will then use the debris like a shield, allowing them to get past the warning stations and satellites around Macragge and draw close
enough for a viral payload to be effective. Only that ship is powerful enough to weather the inevitable storm of fire from the defence lasers. The death toll from the viral strike will be near-total."
Review of the Word Bearer's plan. The moon (unknown size) destroyed with Cyclonics, although apparently the same cyclonics could wipe out all life on the planet if they'd used them.

debris impact "like atomic hit" - suggesting somewhere in the double digit megaton range at least (since that astroid broke up in the atmosphere rather than impacting.. it could be bigger)

Viral strike "near total" death toll.

Defences of Macragge could otherwise wipe out a fleet (hundreds, perhaps thousands of ships)

Page 324
Space ruptured and spat out the Furious Abyss, edged hard in the diamond light of Macragge’s sun.

Shoals of predators shimmered out alongside it, like sea creatures leaping around the bow of a ship. Caught in the anathema of reality, they coiled in on themselves and seethed out of existence, their psychic essence dissipating without the warp to sustain them.

The Furious Abyss looked little worse than it had when it had left Thule. The attack of the escort squadron had destroyed some of the gun batteries on its dorsal and ventral surfaces, and there were countless tiny pock-marks on its hull from the impacts of doomed fighter craft that had crashed into it after their crews had lost their minds. Those scars did nothing to diminish the
majesty of the vast scarlet ship, however. It took a full minute to emerge from the warp rift torn before it, and in those moments the warp was full of nothing but slabs of hull plating and engine
cowlings all streaming into real space.

Every warning station around Macragge instantly recognised the scale of the ship and demanded its identity.
Furious abyss arrives close to Macragge. Takes a full minute to emerge from the warp due to its size. Note having dorsal and ventral gun batteries as well.

Assuming a 60-120 km ship, we're talking an average of 1-2 km per second emergence speed.


Page 325
The image of Macragge filled the central viewport on the bridge of the Furious Abyss. Flanking it were tactical readouts of the system, which were full of early warning stations and military satellites.
Again close to the planet, rather than emerging at the edge of the system

Page 326
"Awaiting your mark, admiral." said Kor Phaeron’s voice, transmitted across the system from Calth. Even at these relatively short distances, only the most advanced system could allow
communication between the two ships without the need for an astropath.
Kor Phaeron is across the system, yet the communications seem to be implied to be (again) nearly realtime. The fact they imply that advanced comms systems can come close to emulating astorpaths does suggest its a low-end FTL device - a few tens of c maybe. Otherwise it would take many minutes/hours for messages to travel back and forth, and Macragge would have responded and attacked by then (nevermind CEstus appearing)

Page 326
The navigation crew began orienting the ship towards Formaska, its prow arc aimed like a sniper’s sight on his kill.

The moon was on the screen. Deep lava-filled gulleys wormed their way across its continents, broken by boiling seas.
The moon Formaska is a dead moon, appears to have no atmosphere, but it does have lava (magma, and a core?) and continents and seas of a sort. Perhaps hundreds or thousands of kilometres across?

Page 327
"Admiral." the sibilant voice of Chaplain Ikthalon came through on the bridge vox.
"What is it, chaplain?" Zadkiel snapped.
"The supplicants are stirring." Ikthalon told him. "There is movement in the warp. It seems that our pursuers have yet to give up the fight."
"See that they do not interfere." snarled Kor Phaeron from the
long wave vox, before Zadkiel could reply.
Cestus is back!

Page 327
"Your status, weapon master?"
"A few more minutes, my liege." Malforian replied. "We are encountering
some problems with the torpedo apertures."
A few minutes before they can fire.

Page 327
"send all targeting solutions to the bridge once the Imperial lap dogs are in our sights."
centralized fire control.

Page 328
Beams of azure light lit up all the way down the Wrathful’s flank, and in seconds the blazing fury of her lances was unleashed.

Explosions rippled down the armoured hull of the Furious Abyss, together with the immense blast flares of shield impacts.
...
As the crimson light rays of the Furious’s broadside cannons spat out, the Wrathful was already moving, trying to bring the enemy vessel’s prow abeam of their lances. The shields of the Imperial ship disintegrated against the assault and the aft decks were raked by deadly fire, explosive impacts sending out chunks of debris and spilling swathes of crew. Still, the Wrathful endured, its last ditch manoeuvre bringing it away from the deadly barrage.

Torpedoes soared from the vessel’s prow, followed by a second volley from the lances. Again, the Furious was stung and dorsal cannons swung in their mounts to bring their munitions to bear. Incendiaries crumpled against the Wrathful’s swerving prow, fully extended broadsides punching ragged holes through its hull armour.
Wrathful vs Abyss.

Page 329
Its engines died, and great fissures were rent in its hull as it slowly drifted, pulled by the gravity well of Formaska.
The Wrathful's final moments.

Page 330
"Shuttles, my liege,"
..
Zadkiel was nonplussed. "How many?"
"Fifteen, my lord." Sarkorov replied. "Too close for lances."
...
"and engage dorsal cannons. Bring them down!"
Lances used for point defence work.

Page 331
... the shuttle shuddered, spirals of flak and countermeasures hammering against its hull.
Countermeasures

Page 332-333
Dorsal guns pulsed and rocked in their turrets as the Furious Abyss sought to obliterate the attacker’s force. In the third shuttle, Cestus saw three of his sister vessels explode under a hail of flak.
...
"Impact in one minute!" said the vox from the shuttle’s pilot.
"One minute from mother’s love!"
..

A few feet from the aperture, a stray round struck the left aerofoil of the shuttle and it spiralled wildly out of control. Exploding shrapnel shattered the front viewing arc; the sound of breaking armourglas could even be heard in the troop compartment.
One minute from target. ASsuming the shuttles travel at several tens of km/s, we're talking about hundreds, maybe several thousand km point defense range.


Page 342
A las-bolt clipping his pauldron, Cestus twisted as he ran, slamming a fresh magazine in his bolt pistol and discharging a furious burst into the armsmen. Two disappeared in a red haze, another crumpled to the ground nursing the wet crater in his stomach.
Boltgun blows apart humans.

Page 342
"Deploy incendiaries." Cestus ordered when they finally reached the first batch of cyclonics.

Pytaron unclipped a melta bomb from his armour, disengaging the magna-clamp that kept it in place.
Meltabombs qualify as incendiaries. This may be an indicator of what sorts of munitions the Furious Abyss has been chucking around. considering how advanced it is, it wouldnt be surprising.

Page 343
As he turned to his captain, a heavy round struck him in the neck, piercing his gorget.
He clutched the wound with one hand, the melta bomb detonator in the other, and fell to one knee as blood streamed down his breastplate.

Larraman cells within Pytaron’s body worked hard to slow the bleeding and speed up clotting, but the wound was serious. Even an Astartes enhanced physiology would be unable to save the
battle-brother.
Again limits to Astartes self repair.

Page 348
The Wrathful was breaking up. Formaska’s weak gravity well was slowly dragging it into a death spiral. There, upon the barren rock, they would be broken.
Formaska has a noticable gravity pull, albeit a weak one.

Page 362
Brynngar gazed up and across the chamber, his enhanced eyesight adjusting to the darkness. At least a hundred dreadnoughts filled the massive armoury hall, their somnambulant forms held fast in racks and rows. Weapon systems, great piston hammers, power flails, autocannons, heavy bolters, twinlinked flamers and missile pods, were arrayed next to them, waiting to be attached to the dreadnought body. Brynngar balked at the firepower on display and the thought of thousands of these armoured leviathans going to war in Lorgar’s name.
The word Bearers have thousands of Dreadnoughts to deploy.

Page 374
Unclipping a pair of frag grenades from his belt, he thumbed the activation icon on each and rolled them slowly across the ground.

One of the Word Bearers reacted to the sound and swung his bolter around to fire. Frag exploded in his face before he could pull the trigger, ripping off part of his helmet. A secondary detonation erupted beneath the other Astartes, the impact accentuated in the close confines, and took off his leg at the armour joint.
..
...Cestus was up and drilled a shot through the first Word Bearer, exploiting the fact that his head armour was compromised. A puff of red mist came from the back of the Word Bearer’s head before he died.
..
His sight line was cluttered with debris and the shot burned through the still falling, one-legged
Word Bearer, who slumped to the ground with a smoking crater through his torso.
Last shot was a meltagun, but grenades do very little against power armour. Bolt can penetrate weakened parts of the helmet (Again)

Page 377
Brynngar grimaced and got up, drawing a knife from his belt. The monomolecular blade was honed to beyond razor sharpness and could scythe open power armour with the proper amount of pressure.
Against a Dreadnought. Mono edged weapons.

Page 377-378
Clinging to the Word Bearer machine’s weapon arm, Brynngar rammed his knife blade into the armour joint that sealed the sarcophagus in an attempt to prize it open.

...
Brynngar dug in, wrapping his legs around the dreadnought’s shoulder as he pushed the blade two-handed until it reached the hilt.
...
Brynngar also saw that the sarcophagus had sprung open, the collision forcing it loose with the Space Wolf’s knife lodged in the joint.
Mono knife vs Dreadnought. With enough effort it can penetrate.

Page 382
"Been hunting you for a while, eh?"
...
"Several weeks… I think." The son of Angron came across a little dazed as his time aboard the ship had dulled his sense of what was real and what were merely phantoms of the mind.
Skraal thinks he's been on the Abyss for several weeks, which meshes up (roughly) with what was established earlier.


Page 385
"This is the single largest and most powerful vessel I have ever seen. A few incendiaries." the Space Wolf indicated the grenade harness he still carried "will not see to its ruin."
Furious abyss is again "largest and most powerful vessel".

Page 386
"In order to do it, we must reach the engines and the plasma reactor that fuels them. If we can overload them with an incendiary payload of our own the resulting explosion will commence a chain reaction that cannot be averted by the ship’s fail safes and redundant systems."
Volatile plasma reactors. Again.

Pge 386-387
The planet’s local defence fleet was also in sight, lingering above Macragge’s upper-atmosphere. With the supplicants dead, the Furious’s surveyor- dampening systems, which had allowed it to ambush the Fist of Macragge were no longer effective.
...
..the Macragge fleet was cautious and had yet to engage. They would try to hail them first. It
was all the time that the Furious Abyss would need to realign, destroy Formaska and thus cripple the fleet in one stroke.
They mentioned this before, but basically the Furious Abyss was using a bunch of psykers to create a psychic cloaking device to sneak up on targets and ships.

Page 392
Determined to inflict as much damage as possible en route to the main reactor, the three Astartes had moved through the secondary reactors, systematically wrecking them as they went. Already reactor three had shut down...
secondary reactors.

Page 396
Roaring fire burned at the edges of the Wrathful’s armoured hull as the ship, caught in the moon’s gravity well, hurtled towards Formaska. He imagined the rivers of lava on its barren surface, the crags and mountainous expanses, and smiled, accepting his doom.
PAge 396-398
Beyond, Cestus knew there was an approach corridor, designed to enable close maintenance of the reactor when not in use. Beyond that was the incandescent core of energy.
...
Cestus was on his feet and cleaved into the hatch with his power sword. The metal fell away with a resounding clang as it struck the deck. A backwash of heat flowed from the approach
corridor sending the radiation warnings flickering on the Ultramarine’s helmet display to critical.
Maintenace routines of the reactor. Power armor has radiation warnings.


Page 398
All those weeks fleeing like an animal, caged in the depths of the
ship like a… like a slave.
Skraal again spent "weeks" inside the Abyss.

Page 400-401
Brynngar the access corridor, waves of radiation washing over him, and tore apart the first line of shielding that led further into the reactor core chamber. He pummelled a second bulkhead with his fists.
..

..he crawled on his hands and knees through the final access conduit.

Ripping away the last barrier of shielding, now several metres below the surface of the engineering deck, he passed the threshold of the reactor core’s inner chamber. A blast of intense heat struck him at once, his armour blistering before its fury, and for a moment the wolf recoiled. A deep cone fell away from a narrow platform over which the Space Wolf was perched. Hot wind, boiled up by the lake of liquid fire churning at the nadir of the cone, whipped his hair. Brynngar felt it burning, his skin too, as the intense radiation ravaged his flesh.

Beautiful, he thought as he regarded the glowing reactor mass below: raw, incandescent energy that boiled and thrashed like a captured thunderhead.
Brynngar charges the reactor to blow it up. And we see the inside of a plasma reactor... its liquid.


Page 401-402
The sudden release of explosive power rippled through the main reactor. The conical structure ruptured and the plasma roared out. It fell in a massive fountain of fire, drenching the whole reactor section in a monstrous burning rain.
...
Secondary explosions tore up from the minor reactors as a terrible chain reaction took hold. There was a deep and sonorous crump of force as one of the engines shattered apart with the backwash of energy.

A chunk of reactor housing shot like a missile right through the main chamber of reactor seven, which echoed the explosion with a huge expanding flood of ignited plasma. Emergency systems
slammed into place, but there was no way to seal the breach when plasma was free and expanding within the hull.

Reactors two and eight were breached, emptying their plasma into the reactor section’s depths. The hapless menials still at work in the labyrinth were devoured in the sudden flood. The level of plasma reached the base of reactor seven, which blew its top, throwing a second burst into the air like a vast azure fountain.

Heat-expanded air ripped bulkheads open. The hull gave way, the inner skins breaching and filling with plasma before the outer hull was finally torn open and a black-red ribbon of vacuumfrozen fuel bubbled out of the Furious Abyss’s wounded flank.
conical reactor... and the reactor networks go up as the Furious Abyss is blown open.
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Re: Horus Heresy series analysis thread

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Hi ho, hi ho, back to the Her-sey I go....

This iteration we come close to the midway point (At least as I've covered it), and Graham McNeill's Mechanicum. It's one of those rare 'not about Space MArines' heresy novel, and its one of the best, because it deals with the Mechanicum. IT also demonstrates (alongside 'Priests of Mars') that the Mechanicum/AdMech is yet another organization Graham McNeill can write about, and he should spend far less time writing about SPACE MARINES - especially Honsou. Seriosuly, the only thing keeping this poor guy down is Honsou, and yet he keeps writing about him...

Mechanicum covers basically the heresy as it strikes the AdMech, but there is more to it than that. We get exploration of the Great Crusade from the Mechanicum's viewpoint, as well as a dose of history upon the same organization. We also learn about the tensions underlying it, the Omnissiah, and the Great Mars Secret (eg the big fucking silvery dragon thing that is hidden there. More on that later.) The novel is great about building the 'mystery' because it leaves alot of loose ends, especialyl with the 'GREAT SECRET' angle, and that's one reason the book was so great.

Oh and we get a guest appearance by the old Knights from the Knight Worlds. MINI TITANS FTW.

Since it is also one of the bigger updates, I will probably do it in three updates, possibly separate, possibly together. Haven't decided yet.


Page 13
Within the span of a few centuries, the planet had died its second death, choking on the fumes of volcanic forge complexes, continent-sized refineries and the effluent of a million weapons shops.
The surface of Mars. Despite terraforming it was turned into an industrail wasteland in a few centuries.

Page 14
Resembling a brutish, mechanical humanoid some nine metres tall, Ares Lictor was a Paladin-class Knight, a one-man war machine of deep blue armour plates with a fearsome array of weaponry beyond the power of even the strongest of the Terran Emperor’s Astartes to bear.
Not only do they resurrect the concept of the Imperial Robots, but they resurrect Knights and Knight households (though they don't directly reference them. Presumably its more powerful than a Dreadnought.

Page 14
The brushed orange skies above were weeping a thin drizzle of moisture, patterning Verticorda’s cockpit, and he felt the cold wetness through the hard-plugs in his spine and the haptic implants in his fingers.
Haptic implants and MIU links. The haptic stuff is basically just touch-related detection and control, probably (something akin to the Glavian circuitry.)
Page 14
He could hear their chatter over the Manifold, the synaptic congress that linked their minds, but had not the words to convey his own sense of wonder at the sight that greeted them on this day of days
The Manifold.. some sort of Titan/Mechanicus data network.
Page 15-16
A zigzagging pathway had been cut into the cliff, leading to the base of the caldera, nearly two kilometres below.
..
It was a long way down and not even the armour or energy shields that protected a Knight in battle would save him from a fall from this height.
A fall of 2 km is dangerous to a Knight, even with armour and shields. (power fields, not voids.)


Page 17
By the time the Knights reached the base of the cliff, the enormous craft had landed, its gargantuan bulk surely offset by some dampening field to prevent it from collapsing under its own weight, or sinking deep into the Martian surface.
"dampening field" preventing the Emperor's starship from collapsing in gravity, or sinking into the ground. Whether he means suspensors or some structural reinforcement field or what, we can't say. Possibly "gravity dampening" is meant.


Page 17-18
At last the mist thinned and Verticorda pulled up as the enormous golden cliff of the vessel’s flanks rose up before him like a mountain freshly deposited on the planet’s surface. Its scale was awe-inspiring, more so than even the fastnesses of the Titan legions or the data mountains of the Temple of All Knowledge.

Even the mightiest forge temple of Mondus Gamma on the Syria Planum paled in comparison to the scale of this vessel, for it had been fashioned with deliberate artifice and not the combined forces of millions of years of geological interaction.
We learn later that Mondus Gamma is larger than Mondos Occulum, which is stated to cover "hundrds of thousands of square kilometres" We might figure the Emperor's starship is at least a good 30-40 km long, which isn't the largest starship the Imperium has built, but that's still damn impressive, and of course, it can be far larger. In fact it probably is at least two times that size (given the 60km mass conveyors in Thousand Sons) but smaller than Furious Abyss (which is less than 120 km)


Page 19
The warrior wore no helm and was fitted with no visible breathing augmetics, yet seemed untroubled by the chemical-laden air of Mars.
Either the Emperor is protected by his psychic powers, or he's enhanced his body in ways similar to the Astartes.


Page 20
“Machine, heal thyself,” said the warrior, the purpose and self-belief in his voice passing into Verticorda as though infusing every molecule of his hybrid existence of flesh and steel with new-found purpose and vitality.

He felt the warmth of the warrior’s touch through the shell of his mount, and gasped as trembling vibrations spread through its armoured frame of plasteel and ceramite. He took an involuntary step back, feeling the movements of his mount flow as smoothly as ever they had. With one step, he could feel Ares Lictor move as though it had just come off the assembly lines, its stubborn knee joint flexing like new.
There goes the Emperor and his paraphrasing old sayings. Anyhow, we see that the GEoM can use his magic to heal even mechanical shit.. hell outright rejuvenate it.


Page 24
Their masters in the Mechanicum had designed them that way, with their enhanced bulk, weaponised limbs and glowing green eyes that shone, unblinking, behind bronze, skull-faced masks.
AdMech Protectors.. some sort of analogue to Skitarii or combat servitors, but not quite either.


Page 25
Of course, Dalia had never seen the things she imagined, for the seas of Terra had long since boiled away in forgotten wars, but the words she read as she copied text from the reams of paper and armfuls of data-slates carried in daily by muscled servitors had filled her mind with possibilities of worlds and ideas that existed far beyond the confines of Terra’s mightiest scriptorium.
Again, GRaham McNeill insists that the planet's oceans/seas have boiled off.. yet we know they still exist from multiple sources. This may mean that they boiled off and returned or... it sjust that Dalia is ignorant of matters on Terra.


Page 26
She was led into the cavernous hold and deposited on the floor while the Protectors took up their allocated positions and the mag-locks secured them to the deck. With a juddering roar and sudden lurch, the starship lifted off, and Dalia was thrown to her knees by the violence of the ascent. Fear gripped her and she clung to a protruding stanchion as the angle of incline increased sharply.
Ship has no AG, protectors maglock themselves to the floor.


Page 27
Over the next day or so, her escorts—she did not now think of them as captors—resisted her every attempt at communication, save to instruct her to eat and drink, which she did ravenously, despite the food’s chemical artificiality.
Takes roughly a day to get from Mars to Earth. Assuming both planets are in close orbit (same side of the solar system) the shortest distance is some .52 AU from Earth. Were they on opposite sides of the system we're talking 2.52 AU. "day or so" may imply either 12 hours (daytime) or 24 hours (day) Less than two days definitely pass, but Dalia apparently does not sleep (only has several meals, it would seem) which suggests far less than a day.

For a day or two at .52 AU we're talking 1-4 gees of constant burn. and an average velocity of .6% of c.. about 1800 km/s. At half a day (or less) we're talking at least 15-20 gees, and around 1% of c (~3000 km/s). Either way this is VERY conservative, considering they spent at least part of the journey in free fall (at velocity, but Dalia could move around and Rho-Mu unclamped from the decking) so I would expect the actual acel to be severla times greater at least.

2.52 AU would yield 5 gees of accel for 2 days of travel and 1.4% of c velocity. 20 gees at 1 Day and 2.9% of c. At half a day.. 82 gees and 5.8% travel velocity. This is just for an insystem ship, and one that is atmosphere-capable, mind, albeit one that is AdMech designed, which is boudn to counteract the 'commonality' angle somewhat.


Page 27
Each one was tall and powerfully built, their physiques gene-bulked and augmented with implanted weaponry. Ribbed cables and coloured wires threaded their robes and penetrated their flesh through raw-looking plugs embedded in their skin. She had seen Protectors before, but she had never been so close to one.

They smelled unpleasantly of rotten meat, machine oil and stale sweat.

They were armed with giant pistols with flaring barrels, and tall staves of iron, topped with a bronze and silver cog, from which hung a scrap of parchment that fluttered in the gusting air within the cold compartment.
The Protectors in detail again. As I said, something vaguely between a (Battle) Servitor and a Skitarii.


Page 29
“Yes, Dalia Cythera. Rho-mu 31 was sent to fetch you from Terra.”
They all seem to be some sort of gestlat, although as we learn later they do have individual personalities.


Page 30
Its surface was clad in fire and metal, its atmosphere choked with striated clouds of pollution. Teeming with gargantuan sprawls of industry larger than the continents of Old Earth, the world seemed to throb with the heartbeat of monstrous hammers.
Mars. Its industrial sprawls must be hundreds or thousands of km across to be bigger than continent size.


Page 30
Supersonic shells tore through the gaggle of servitors feeding on the dead techno-mats, obliterating one instantly and blowing the limbs from another. Three others staggered back, chunks of flesh blasted from their emaciated frames.
Knight weaponry. suggests at least 400 m/s up to 1.6 km/s.


Page 30
Maven moved Equitos Bellum in behind the bloody servitors, the energised blade in his war machine’s right fist reaching down and slicing through the survivors in one sweep. Old Stator finished off the stragglers with a short, perfectly controlled burst of laser fire, their wasted bodies exploding in puffs of vaporised blood and scrap metal.
Power blade in Knight's fist. they're something of a cross between Dreadnoughts/Power armour and Titans... a bit like GK Dreadknights really (RARE TECHNOLOGY!)

Laser fire vaporizing blood, which may mean they're blowign apart servitors (MJ range) or vaporizing them (lots of MJ range).


Page 31
Standing five times the height of the feral creatures, the three Knights towered over the battlefield, though Maven knew that to call it such was to vastly overstate the nature of the deaths they had caused.

The Knights were armoured in thick plates of plasteel and ceramite, protected by layered banks of power fields strong enough to weather the impact of a much larger engine’s wrath, and armed with weapons that could kill scores at a time.
The knights were implied to be 9 metres remember, so the servitors might be 1.8-2 metres or so (9-10 metre tall Knight.) Weapons can kill "scores" at once. And they have power fields.


Page 33
Maven sighed and walked his Knight to where humming power cables jutted from the hard, orange earth and spat sparks where the servitors had dug at them to feed the machine parts of their ravaged bodies.
Feral servitors scrounging. The interesting bit is that this implies a measure of self-awareness and even survival instinct and cunning - but not neccesarily intelligence, in servitors as a rule. One imagines that the "doctrina wafers" mentioned (eg the programming) is what controls or focuses that behaviour towards tasks.


Page 33
It was a Martian truism that if a warrior and machine spent enough time linked together they would begin to take on aspects of the other’s character.
..
Maven had met countless Titan drivers and it was easy to tell which machines they commanded within moments of talking to them.
Any sort of mind-liked machine and human counterpart will absorb parts of each other's thoughts, personalities, etc. AS we have seen before in numerous novels.


Page 34
A Knight was much smaller than a Titan, but the mechanics in its construction and operation were no less incredible. A Titan had a crew to maintain its systems: a servitor to man each weapon system, a steersman to drive it, a tech-priest to minister to its bellicose heart, a moderati to run the crew and a princeps to command it.

A Knight was the perfect meld of flesh and steel, a mighty war machine at the command of a single pilot, a warrior who had the confidence to wield its power and the humility to know that, despite that power, he was not invincible.
Knight vs Titan.


Page 34-35
Broken and irreparably damaged servitors or those whose cranial surgery had failed to take were often simply dumped in the pallidus, the name given to the toxic, ashen hinterlands that existed between the Martian forges. The vast majority died, but some survived, though to call their doomed existence life was overstating the reality of it.

Most simply attempted to carry out the task for which they had been created, marching back and forth through the wastelands with their fried brains unable to comprehend that they were no longer in service.

In some cases, the damage to their brains allowed them a fragile degree of autonomy and those unfortunate creatures survived by feasting on the dead. Drawn by warmth and power, many banded together in unthinking packs and infested Mechanicum facilities, attacking workers and draining current to sustain their wretched experience.
fate of discarded servitors. Odd that they don't bother to recycle them.


Page 35-36
A huge, domed structure sat in the middle of the complex, its surface studded with plugs and vents. The air rippled around the building and intense waves of heat and electromagnetism washed from it in tidal surges.

The trench of the Gigas Fossae was dotted with several fusion reactors, but the facility upon the rocky slopes surrounding the northern impact crater of Ulysses Patera was the largest, and had been built by Magos Ipluvien Maximal.

Adept Maximal was one of the most senior magi of Mars, and his fusion reactors supplied power to a great many vassal forges dotted around the Tharsis uplands. Such arrangements were common across the red planet, ancient treaties binding the clans and forges together in reciprocal pacts of protection and supply that allowed such varied groups with conflicting needs to coexist.

As well as allied forges. Maximal had exchanged bonds of fealty and supply with a number of warrior orders, including many of the most revered Titan Legios.
Martian power sources.. all under the control of a single forge (and supplying many 'vassal' forges.) Like the Imperium itself, everything is very feudal/confederate.. basically one senior dude controls some junior dudes, as well as trading favors/services to gain the use of other dudes (like the Knights.)


PAge 38
“Photomalleable steel,” said Rho-mu 31. “A burst of current from my stave alters the structure of the molecular bonds within the metal to allow certain forms of light waves to pass through it.”

“I haven’t heard of anything like it,” said Dalia, amazed at the potential for such a material.

“Few beyond the Magma City have,” said Rho-mu 31. “It is a creation of Adept Zeth.”
"Photomalleable steel" Glass what is also steel.


Page 38-39
Colossal orbital constructions filled the heavens above Mars, a near contiguous array of gigantic shipyards and construction facilities. Dalia pressed her face to the cold panel, craning her neck to see how far the unbelievable conglomeration stretched. Try as she might, she could see no end to the gleaming docks, one end of the arc of steel rising up beyond sight above the ship she travelled in, the other vanishing around the curve of the red planet.

“The Ring of Iron,” said Rho-mu 31. “The original exploratory fleets were constructed here and much of the expeditionary fleets were built in these docks.”
..
"They are the largest space docks in the galaxy, though the shipwrights of Jupiter will soon lay claim to the largest ship ever constructed when they complete the Furious Abyss."
The orbit of Mars, which seems to have a ring-like construct around it, much like Hydraphur or (in Star Wars) Kuat. They built most of the expeditionary fleets (Thousand Sons mentions at least 7000 starting from Mars) as well as AdMech Exploratory fleets. They seem to share shipbuilding duties with Jupiter.

Also odd/interesting is that this novel is taking place (it seems) concurrently with "Battle for the Abyss", and they mention the ship nearing completion. Even odder is that this seems to be common knowledge on Mars, despite the fact the previous novel made such a big deal about secrecy and such surrounding the project. One might imagine the ship was believed destroyed in the destruction of Thule... except that they would have to recognize absence of debris in Thule's field, or notice it powering out of the system (unless the cloaking device was active..) not impossible givne they control the head of the Mechanicum at this point, but rather difficult to reconcile all the same (particularily since noone outside the Mechanicum even knew about the ship and were shocked and amazed at its size and abilities..)


Page 39
“What’s that?” she asked, pointing towards what appeared to be a nebulous cloud of dust and reflective particles just over the horizon.

“That is the remains of an active construction site,” said Rho-mu 31. “The latest ships to be built here have but recently departed.”

“Where have they gone?” asked Dalia, eager to learn what far-off place the new vessels were bound for.

“They were commissioned for Battlefleet Solar,” explained Rho-mu 31, “but the Warmaster issued a new tasking order to have them despatched to take part in the Istvaan campaign.”
Ships dedicted for Battlefleet solar were redirected to join Horus at Isstvan. Given the general context of the Heresy series we're probably talking weeks or months of travel (It takes Regulus for example months to travel from where he is to Terra in the early part of the series, for example) We're talking high tens/low hundreds of thousands of c at least.


Page 40
The ships were soon lost to sight as creeping fire slid along the length of the starship, the heat of passing through the atmosphere of Mars rippling along the shielded hull of the vessel. Dalia felt a steadying hand on her shoulder, a heavy, metallic hand that gripped her tightly as the starship continued its descent.

Flames and heat distortion soon obscured the view, but within the space of a few minutes it faded, and Dalia saw the surface of Mars in all its glory.
Ship is shielded, minutes to pass through the atmosphere.


Page 40
Vast cities of steel, larger and more magnificent than any of the hives of Terra, reared up from the surface, gargantuan behemoths that vomited fire and smoke into the sky. It was called the red planet, but precious little remained of the surface that could be identified as that hue. Mountains had been clad in metal and light, and cities and districts perched on the peaks and plateaux of the world named for a long forsaken god of war.

Glittering streams of light twisted and snaked through the few areas of cratered wilderness between the unimaginably vast conurbations, transit routes and mag-lev lines, and towering pyramids of glass and steel reared up like the tombs of forgotten kings.
Mars has cities bigger than the hives of Terra.. it seems heavily urbanized and developed, along iwth extensive mag-rail lines.


Page 40-41
“Isn’t the idea of things being sacred, well… not allowed any more?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes,” agreed Rho-mu 31. “The Emperor advances the credo that belief in gods is a falsehood, but a condition of the Treaty of Olympus was that he swore not to interfere with our structures and society when Mars and Terra were joined.”

“So the Mechanicum believes in a god?”

“That is a question with no easy answer, Dalia Cythera."
The Mechanicum at this time can't decide what they can believe (which is apparently why there can be atheist or philosohpical magos like Zeth) but they're a clear exemption from the so called "Imperial Truth." - which just goes to show what an ideology it is.


Page 43
“It’s incredible,” breathed Dalia, looking over to the far side of the caldera, where a huge, industrial city-structure fashioned from what looked like blackened steel and stone rose from the lava like the broadside of a submerged starship. Enormous gates steamed in the lava, and mighty pistons of gleaming ceramite hissed and groaned as they rose and fell.
Magma City, Zeth's forge.


Page 46
After a day or so in the belly of a starship, she realised how starved of the sight of the sky she had been.
Again "day or so" inside the ship. Tends to suggest we'r etalking 12-24 hous at most.


Page 48
A hammering volley of laser fire, like a hundred lightning bolts ripping from the rocks, sawed through the looped coils of metal and liquefied them in an instant. His display dimmed to protect him from blindness, but before the transformer blew, he saw the outline of the aggressor.
liquefying coils.. we can't calc it however.


Page 48
Easily as huge as Equitos Bellum, it was spherical and heavily armoured, a pair of monstrous weapon arms at its sides and a myriad of flexible, metallic tentacles crouched over its shoulders like scorpions’ tails.

A trio of convex blisters glowed like baleful eyes on its front, a fiery yellow glow burning from them with a hateful, dead light. The white heat of the explosion obscured the unknown attacker, and by the time the glow had diminished and the Knight’s auto-senses had recovered, the war machine had vanished.
'

Kaban machine, the killbot we were introduced to in 'Kaban Project' Short story, also by Graham McNeill.


Page 49
Maven unleashed a torrent of las-fire from his right arm and the ground erupted in a storm of metal and earth. The ruin of the enemy corpses geysered upwards, a knot of attackers reduced to puffs of exploding meat and boiled blood.
Las fire turns enemy corpses of uknown size (multiple troops) into boiled steam explosions. MJ range somewhere (single or double digit, at least.)


Page 49-50
A flurry of gunfire rippled towards him, and he flinched as he felt a power field flash out of existence. Like a Titan, a Knight had a finite bank of energy shields to protect it, but where a Titan’s reactor could replenish its shield strength in time, the Knight’s battery could not. Equitos Bellum was effectively immune to most individual weapons, but the Protectors were combining their fire with accuracy of timing that spoke of a communal battle-link.

Another shield winked out of existence and Maven turned his war machine to face the new threat: a cadre of Protectors armed with longbarrelled high-energy weapons. Maven saw silver bands around each Protector’s skull, recognising the hard-wired component of a targeting web.
Difference between Voids and Power fields. It implies that Powerfields perhaps run on a battery.. which doesn't really main sense. I wonder if perhaps that Power fields vs voids might be more akin to rechargable vs nonrechargable batteries... nonrechargable can offer better performance, but once they're expended they're useless.. whereas rechargable, while they may not be as good performance-wise are reusable.


Page 50
He had seconds to act.

Maven’s weapons blazed in a hurricane of light, enveloping the Protectors in a firestorm that obliterated them in an instant and left virtually no remains.
Vaporized/exploded/cremated an entire group of protectors in a matter of seconds.


Page 52
The shout died in his throat as he saw that his shots had done absolutely no damage.

A rippling sheath of invisible energy surrounded the machine where none had existed a moment before. Only one explanation presented itself.

The machine was void protected.
Kaban Machine has void shields.


Page 53
Once lost in the midst of the towers and forges, she realised she had never seen anything like the domain of Koriel Zeth, its design and scale quite beyond anything she had imagined before. Though the Imperial Palace on Terra was much, much larger, she appreciated that the Emperor’s fastness was not so much a piece of architecture, but rather a handcrafted land mass built upon the world’s tallest mountains.
Magma city again.


Page 53-54
Hooded menials, grey-skinned servitors and glittering, holo-wreathed calculi mingled on the metal streets of the Magma City. Robed tech-adepts moved like royalty through the crowds, carried on floating palanquins or wheeled chariots of golden metal, or borne aloft on what looked like gilded theatre boxes with slender stilt legs. All of them bore the number grid symbol of Adept Zeth somewhere about their person.

How any of them didn’t collide was a mystery to Dalia, though she presumed that each one would have some kind of onboard navigational system, which linked to a central network that monitored speeds, trajectories and potential collisions.
the many and varied population of Magma city. Note the antigrav vehciels and walkers.. all apparently remotely controlled and coordinated.


Page 57-58
Zeth reached down and brushed a metallic fingertip across Dalia’s cheek, and she felt a warm glow as the electoo implanted beneath her skin upon her induction to the Hall of Transcription came to life. She reached up and placed a hand on her skin.

“You can read my electoo?”

“Yes, but I can discern much more than simple biographical knowledge,” replied Zeth. “All data can be read, presented and transferred with a glance. Though invisible to you, I see a liminal skein of data filling the air around you, each ghost of light a fact of your life. I can see everything about you, all the things that make you a person in the eyes of the Imperium.”

“I’ve never heard of anything like that.”

“I am not surprised,” said Zeth with a trace of pride. “It is a function of data retrieval and transfer that I have only recently developed, though I have great hopes for its eventual employment throughout the Imperium."
Dalia has an electoo. Zeth is using noospherics to read Dalia's info.. which basically is a more technological version of psychic aura reading, I gather.. only the data is the aura.


Page 58
"The Martian Priesthood is an ancient organisation and is learned in the ways of technology, but our grasp of such things is limited by blind adherence to dogma, tradition and repetition. I believe that our future lies in the understanding of technology, that only by experimentation, invention and research will our progress be assured. This view is not widely held on Mars.”
Zeth's opinion of the AdMech. This is yet another case of blind optimisim presented to us simply to be yanked away in favor of grimdark. My preference is it shows that the AdMech by nature is inherently fractious, and grew only moreso over time. Zeth represents the extreme of the spectrum that is perhaps the radicals. She is perhaps not as radical as some of the others, but she is a radical/progressive of sorts. Whereas your "typical" coggie (The technoreligious nut) is the puritan/conservative.


Page 59
“Mars enjoys a pre-eminent position within the Imperium thanks to our grip on technology,” continued Zeth. “Many of my fellow adepts fear the consequences of what might happen were that advantage to slip beyond their control.”
Hah! I knew it. Religions are quite often all about control, even if they have people who honestly believe in the tenets or if it has benevolent results or origins. And in 40K, where superstition and ignorance can exist, propoganda with a religious bent can be very effective at controlling.


Page 61
Across the hall, encased in his life-sustaining exo-skeleton and aloof from all others, was Princeps Graine of Legio Destructor.
Princeps in a tank.

Page 61
Ever since Verticorda had bent his knee to the Emperor nearly two hundred years ago, the joint commanders of the Knights of Taranis had served as the Princeps Conciliatus between the warrior orders of Mars.
This implies the emperor came to Mars close ot 200 years ago. I do have a slight problem with this, as it suggests the Emperor built up and launched the exploratory fleet in what is perhaps a ridculously short period of time. WE might stretch it out to decades perhaps.. but we'll learn other timeframes later.


Page 62
He ran a hand over his scalp, the surface hairless and punctured by sealed implant plugs at his nape that allowed him to command the mighty engines of Legio Tempestus. Similar implants were fused to his spine, and haptic receptors grafted to the soles of his feet and along the tactile surfaces of each of his hands allowed him to feel the Titan’s steel body as though it
were his own flesh.
Titan interface stuff.


Page 64
For now, it was possible for Cavalerio to retain some semblance of humanity, to walk as a man, but he knew it was only a matter of time before he would require a more permanent enmeshing within an amniotic float-tank of liquid information.
Being stuck inside a tank seems to be the inevitable fate of many Titan princeps.


Page 66
Adept Maximal had joined the proceedings immediately after the arrival of the Legio Mortis, his corpulent machine-frame wreathed in icy puffs of air vented from the layers of thermal barrier fabrics that cooled the spinning data wheels that made up the bulk of his body.
His head was an oblong helmet of gold fitted with a multitude of lenses upon telescopic armatures, and a morass of sheathed coolant cables emerged from beneath his robes like black tentacles, upon which sat hololithic plates streaming with glowing lines of data.
Maximal.. the guy who runs the fusion plants.


Page 70
“You are a naive fool, Cavalerio. The things you speak of have been in motion for centuries, ever since the Emperor arrived here and enslaved the Mechanicum to his will.”
"Centuries" since the Emperor arrived.. implying far less than a millenium.


Page 70
"We were promised freedom from interference, but what freedom have we enjoyed? Our every effort is bent to the will of the Emperor, our every forge dedicated to fulfilling his vision. But what of our vision? Was Mars not promised the chance to reclaim its own empire? The forge worlds long ago founded in the depths of the galaxy are still out there awaiting the tread of any Martian son, but how long will it be before the Emperor claims them?"
This seems to suggest, rather oddly, that they haven't found any forge worlds yet. Even though we learn shortly in Galaxy in flames, Fallen Angels (and other novels) that Forge Worlds have been found. Perhaps the complaint is that the other "forge worlds" are few in number, and they wnat to discover or create more of their own, but the Great Crusade is getting in the way.


Page 74-75
“It’s a machine for enhancing the communication between neurons in the brain,” said Dalia after a frustrating hour of unravelling a thread of randomly scrawled notes. “According to these notes, Ulterimus seemed to believe that a process known as long-term potentiation was what lay at the heart of the formation of memory and learning. It seems to be a cellular mechanism of learning, where the body is induced to synthesise new proteins that assist in high-level cognition.”

...

“By the looks of this molecular formula, it achieves its function by enhancing synaptic transmission,” said Dalia, her eyes darting rapidly over the drawings. “This wave generator vastly improves the ability of two neurons, one presynaptic and the other postsynaptic, to communicate with one another across a synapse.”

..

“Neurotransmitter molecules are received by receptors on the surface of the postsynaptic cell. When it’s active, the device improves the postsynaptic cell’s sensitivity to neurotransmitters by increasing the activity of existing receptors and vastly increasing the number of receptors on the postsynaptic cell surface.”

...
“The device is designed to enormously enhance a person’s ability to tap into areas of the brain that we almost never use, increasing their ability to learn and store information at a rate way beyond anything human beings have ever been able to achieve before.”
The supposed operation of the akashic REader. As we find out, its basically a fancy way to tap into the Warp to learn things, which is basically a more controlled version of what Ork Mekboyz do. Still it does suggest the Mechanicum can do some fun and interesting things with the human brain (as if the implants didn't suggest that already.)


Page 76-77
“You saw the schema of the device she altered on Terra. How could she have done that without some unconscious connection to the Akasha?”
..

“Dalia Cythera made intuitive leaps of logic, and where she found gaps in the technology, she filled them with working substitutes.”

“And you believe that is because the organic architecture of her brain is attuned to the Akasha?”
...

“Though she does not know it, she unconsciously accesses the wellspring of all knowledge and experience contained within the Akasha, encoded in the substance of the aether.”

“By aether, you mean the warp?”

“Yes.”

...

“There is danger in such association, and I do not want prying eyes misunderstanding the concept of what we are trying to do here, not before we fully understand the processes by which we can access the Akashic records and learn that which our ancient forebears understood without the need for dogma and superstition.”

“The source of all knowledge,” sighed Maximal, and Zeth smiled beneath her mask. Appealing to Maximal’s obsessive hunger for knowledge was a surefire means of quashing any concerns he had regarding their work.

“Indeed,” said Zeth, baiting the hook some more. “The history of the cosmos and every morsel of information that has ever existed or ever will exist.”
..
“If she can build Ulterimus’ device then we can enhance the empath’s mind to the degree where it will be fully receptive to the knowledge impressed upon the aether. Then we will know everything.”
To capitalize on my earlier comment... the Akasha is some warp based well of all knowledge and technology, and the akashic reader is meant to tap and record from it. Even more Dalia seems to be a human with the latent ability to do so, making her the human equivalent of the aforementioned Ork Mekboy. One has to wonder how common or rare this ability is. I suspect the AdMech still trawls society for people like this, however.

It may also lend an interesting angle to the whole techno-religious angle. Aside form using faith as a shield against daemonic corruption of the technological, it could be that the religious angle is meant to tap into that Akasha as well for "inspiration."



Page 81
Far below him, the vast forge complex of Olympus Mons stretched away beyond sight, the towering manufactorum, refineries, worker-habs, machine shops and assembly hangars covering thousands of square kilometres of Mars’ surface.

The vast hive of manufacture was home to billions of faithful techpriests of the Machine-God, the great and powerful deity that governed every aspect of life on Mars, from the lowliest tertiary reserve unit of the PDF to the mightiest forge master.
Olympus mons. Note the referecne to "tertiary reserve" PDF units, which suggests that if PDF is the tech guard there may be varying levels/degrees of Tech guard. It may also just refer to the human militia force (Mars version of national guard.) We know of similar setups on the Forge world in Titanicus as well, for example.

Mars also has billions of techpriests.


Page 82
Mightier, and home to more workers, priests and servitors than the Mondus Gamma complex of Urtzi Malevolus—where untold thousands of suits of battle plate and weapons were produced to supply the Astartes Legions of the Crusade— the Olympus Mons forge was less a building and more of a region.
"thousands" of suits of power armor in an unspecified period of time.

Page 83
Far below, thousands of workers filed along the stone-flagged roadway of the Via Omnissiah, its surface worn into grooves by the sandalled feet of a billion supplicants. A score of Battle Titans lined the wide road, their majesty and power reminding the inhabitants of his city, though they needed no reminding, of their place in the equation that was the workings of Mars.
Score of Battle titans at least on Mars.


Page 84
The Fabricator General turned from the vista spread before him, his own fiefdom, as he heard a chiming blurt of binary from the ebony-skinned automaton—robot was too crude a word for a work of such genius— standing behind him.
..

Though its form appeared unarmed, it was equipped with a multitude of digital weapons worked into the lengths of its fingers, and energised blades could spring from its extremities at a moment’s notice.
Robot in 40k seems to carry the connotation of crude, unintelligent, and simple. This isn't a Machine spirit entity, but true AI (like tha Kaban machine.)


Page 87
“I have heard words like that before,” he said, “when Verticorda led the Emperor to my forge over two centuries ago and I was forced to bend the knee to him. The ruler of the grubby Terran tribes promised us an equal role in his grand crusade of conquest, but where is that vaunted equality now? We toil to provide his armies with weapons of war, but receive nothing for our efforts but platitudes.
According to the Magos the Emperor visited "over two centuries" ago. Mars is resentful of the Emperor's domination and restrictions.


Page 88
“One for the construction of a hitherto unknown mark of Astartes battle plate and another for the production of lightweight solar generators capable of supplying the power needs of an Epsilon 5 pattern forge complex."
These are, I think, the fruits of the STC taken from the Technocracy. REgulus has arrived at Mars after "months" Between the Furious Abyss being completion and now it seems months have passed. I don't think Isstvaan III has completely fallen yet though.


Page 88
Kelbor-Hal could see Malevolus and Chrom look hungrily at the STC wafer, an artefact that contained information worth more than both their forges combined, flawless electronic blueprints created from miracles of design and technological evolution: machines that could design and construct anything their operators desired.

Such machines had allowed mankind to colonise vast swathes of the galaxy, before the maelstrom of Old Night had descended and almost wiped humanity from existence. To discover a working Construct Machine was the greatest dream of the Mechanicum, but to have fully detailed plans created by such a machine ran a close second.
Standard Template Construct. They still haven't found a fully functionla STC it seems, despite implications such had been discovered.


Page 89
Kelbor-Hal accepted the data wafer, surprised to feel a tremulous thrill of excitement at the thought of what he might learn from its contents. It was a thin sliver of metal, fragile and insignificant, yet capable of containing every written work on Terra a hundred times over.

No sooner had his metallic fingers touched the wafer than his haptic receptors read the data in a flow of electrons, and he knew that Regulus spoke the truth. Genocidal wars had been fought for information less valuable than was contained on this wafer. Millions had died in search of technology worth a fraction of its value.
Interesting bit on data storage and accessing technology. Haptic (touch) receptors are sufficient to transmit data. the "sliver" of metal carries enough data for every written work on terra "a hundred times over"


Near as I can tell 1-2 million books are printed each year supposedly. Assuming that many were produced on earth each year for 200 years of the Great Crusade and we neglect anything that may have been written prior (or thhat they may have produced more - since Terra is basically a hive world) or works that may be stored there but were written offworld we get some 2-4 hundred million books at least. For contrast there are nearly 130 million books in existence, so saying hundreds of millions, evne billions is likely.

How much space is that? According to here one petabyte is 500 pages of standard printed text, or 100x the size of the Library of Congress. And here says that the Library of congress has 10 TB of data, and that 2 Petabytes represents 'All us academic research libraries', and 200 petabytes 'all printed material' here we get stats on the Library of congress, which is tens of millions of written works easily. And that holds 100X that data.. were talking many tens or hundreds of petabytes worth of data easily, and quite possibly many times (orders of magnitude) more than that. and thats on a tiny 'sliver' of material that can easily be carried in a human hand.

As great as all that is there is some hefty drawbacks - touched based data transfer/interface would also create an extra number of potential points of infection/corruption of data systems.. such as the scrapcode attack that occurs later on, unless you have some very good data security.. and even then that's just more potential avenues of attack to worry about. Its possible the proliferation of this tech is what made the scrapcode tech so effectie later on.


Page 91
“The Vaults of Moravec have been sealed for a thousand years,” hissed Chrom. “The Emperor decreed that they never be opened.”
..
Moravec had been one of the most gifted of the ancient techadepts of Terra, a man who had fled to Mars to escape persecution at the hands of superstitious barbarian tribes of the radiation wastelands of the Pan-Pacific.
Apparently the AdMech kept the vaults hidden or closed for 1000 years for whatever reason, and the Emperor only reinforced that dictate. Which grates on the renegade faction. Given what happens when they open it, it can't be good stuff and was locked away for good reason.


Page 96
As the new design began to take shape in the centre of the workspace, Dalia realised that it had been staring them in the face, they just hadn’t realised it. Each of them, herself included, had been working within the hidebound traditions laid down in the Principia Mechanicum, the tenets by which all workings of the Machine were governed.

Aside from Dalia, the members of the team were grafted with shimmering electoos on the backs of their hands to indicate that they had passed the basic competencies of the Principia and were thus members of the Cult Mechanicum. Perhaps with this success she too might be fitted with such a marking, though it was through thinking beyond the Principia’s prescriptive doctrines that Dalia had seen the solution to their problem.
Dalia starts thinking outside the box to make progress. We also learn ab it about the basic doctrines and instructions of the AdMech. Again information control here.


Page 101
We have no reserves of ammunition beyond that which the forge ships of the Mechanicum contingent attached to our expedition fleet produce."
Expedition fleets seem to have their own support elements including "forge ships" - although we haven't really seen much in the way of this either.. they may only be included amongst the primary fleets rather than the secondary deployment groups.


Page 102
A host of Skitarii stood to attention at the base of the tower, hulking brutes in gleaming breastplates, cockaded helmets of bronze and fur-lined cloaks. Taller and broader than Kane, these warriors were designed to intimidate, their bearing that of men bred to kill and feel nothing beyond the need for combat. Strength enhancers, metabolic aggression spikes and pain-suppressers were worked into their flesh as augmetics or glanded into their nervous systems, and Kane felt a shiver of nervous anticipation as he approached, reading their spiking adrenal levels in the ambient electrical field.
...
The lead Skitarii, a muscular giant carrying a halberd decorated with all manner of bestial talismans, stepped forward and took Kane’s hand. The gesture appeared friendly, but was simply protocol and Kane felt the man’s dendrites mesh with the haptic circuitry within his hand. A green light flickered behind the warrior’s eyes as he processed the information.
Mars Skitarii. Seem more like augmented hive gangers.


Page 110-111
The entire eastern flank of Olympus Mons was laid out before him, layered with tier upon tier of engine houses, forges, docks, ore-smelteries and assembly shops that reached from the ground to the very summit of the long-dead volcano. Spires and smoke stacks clung to the mountain like a metallic fungus, hives of industry working day and night to provide for the Emperor’s armies.

Millions toiled in the Fabricator General’s domain, from adepts in the highest spires to oil-stained labourers in the lightless depths of the sweltering manufactorum.

Those privileged to serve the Fabricator General dwelt in the worker hives that sprawled eastwards for hundreds of kilometres like a slick out towards the corrugated landscape of the Gigas Sulci. A pall of smoke hung like a fog over the sub-hives of the worker districts, haphazard structures of steel and refuse bulked out with offcuts and unusable waste from the forges.

Beyond the domain of the Fabricator General, the volcanic plateau of Tharsis spread for thousands of kilometres, the landscape scarred by millennia of industry and exploitation.
Olympus Mons, Fabricator Generals of terrain. Includes lots of hives and "sub hives". Millenia of industry.


Page 113
“Long have we known that the supply situation for many of the Legion fleets would be troublesome,” replied Kelbor-Hal. “Given the distances the fleets are operating from Mars, supply problems were a mathematical certainty. You should have anticipated this and madecontingencies.”
The Expedition fleets are starting to experience logistical problems, a function of distance from Terra, and one they long anticipated. This tends to reinforce the idea Mars is the primary industrial source for the Crusade, but perhaps not the only one (there's the Forge ships, at least.. and probably other Forge worlds providing supplementary resources.)

This also tends to suggest that the crusade fleets are at the edge of Imperial space, generally.. and very spread out.


Page 117
Surrounded by the thousands of psykers, Dalia now understood the source of the voices she had heard during their descent to the chamber, the realisation making the sound swell within her skull. Still she could not make out the words or the sense, save that they were all directing their thoughts towards the individual enthroned at the centre of the chamber.
Earlier Zeth notes that Dalia's ability to hear the psykers is due to her unique talent, providing yet another confirmation that her intuitive gifts are psychic in nature and even more Mekboy-like.


Page 120
“Laszlo’s Skitarii easily overcame the tribesmen, and the secrets he discovered beneath the sands… so many remnants of times long forgotten and technologies thought lost forever. Secrets of energy transference, atomic restructuring, chemical engineering and, most importantly, the evolution of human cognition and communication through the noosphere.”

“The noosphere?” interrupted Dalia. “Is that what I saw between you and Rho-mu 31?”

Zeth nodded. “Indeed it was, Dalia. To those noospherically modified, information and communication are one and the same, a form of collective consciousness that emerges from the interaction of human minds and where knowledge becomes visible in shoals of light.”

“So why can I see it?” asked Dalia. “I haven’t been… modified.”

“No,” agreed Zeth. “You have not, but your connection to the aether renders you sensitive to such things, and as you develop your abilities, you will see more and more of the information that surrounds you.”
40K noospherics tech and such described. I suspect the Manifold mentioned earlier is something like that. Dalia's psychic powers duplicate the noosphere to some degree as well, suggesting the noospherics might be at least partly psychic based.
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Another Mechanicum update. I decided just to throw out both parts and finish it up so I can move on (like with the other shit lol)

Part 1


Page 120-121
“It is a realm of thought and emotion that exists… outside of the physical realm. But with the proper development, your gift will allow us to reach further into the realms of knowledge than ever before. We will be able to read the Akashic records, a repository of information imprinted on the very fabric of the universe—a wellspring of every thought, action and deed that has ever existed or ever will exist. It is what allowed the ancient cultures of Old Earth to build their impossible monuments and learn of things forgotten by later generations.”

..
“This device,” said Dalia, standing before the man on the throne. “It’s meant to tap into this… aether and read information?”

“That is exactly its purpose,” agreed Zeth.
Aether - warp - etc. I believe I don't have to keep harping on the same points.


Page 121
“A great deal of energy, both physical and psychic, must be expended to tear open the gates of the aether and link an empath with the Akashic records. Even then, the human mind can only stare into the aether for the briefest time before overloading.”
You know, opening a warp portal. lol


Page 123-124
When Old Stator had found him unconscious in the wreckage of the destroyed reactor, Maven had been blind, his senses withdrawn in perceived pain. Psychostigmatic bruises and lesions covered his torso, which had nothing to do with the wounds he had suffered when Equitos Bellum had fallen in the wake of the explosion.
..
Maven’s superficial wounds had responded quickly to treatment, his broken ribs set and his burns repaired with synth-skin. The stigmatic wounds took longer, seeming to heal in time with the repairs effected on Equitos Bellum.
Psychostigma.. a good indicator of MIU links and connections to machine technology. they also won't heal well unless the damage to the vehicle one is linked to is repaired.

Synth-skin repairs for burns is interesting, considering that one usually requires skin grafts for severe burning especially.



Page 126
“It was void protected, Leo. It could easily have survived the explosion and escaped into the pallidus wastelands or the deep canyons of the Ulysses Fossae.”
...
“But void-shielded? Only Titans have voids. Maybe it just had reserve power fields.”

“Yeah, or maybe I just missed,” snapped Maven. “Or maybe heat bloom from the reactor made it look like it was shielded. Damn it, Leo, I know what I saw. It was shielded and it’s still out there, I know it.”
A workaround for void shields seems to be "reserve"or redundant powerfields. I'm suspecting voids are more efficient in that regard.


Page 126
“No, it wasn’t a robot. It reacted in ways that battle wetware can’t, at least none I’m aware of.”
Both men knew that mono-tasked fighting robots were no match for skilled pilots, who could easily outfight machines with limited parameters of action.
again robots are little better than wind up toys in 40K terms. Usually.


Page 127
In the darkest vaulted chambers beneath Olympus Mons, three figures made their way down a cloistered passageway and through dust that had not been disturbed for two centuries. Tunnels and passages branched off into darkness, hewn into the bedrock of Mars thousands of years ago...
Again two centuries... Maybe its' not a mistake.


Page 128
Kelbor-Hal’s positioning matrix informed him that he was precisely nine hundred and thirty-five metres beneath the surface of Mars. He traced their route on a glowing map projected before him and recorded every step of the journey on a memory coil buried deep in his lumbar region.
The vaults of Moravec are close to a kilometre underground. Kelbor-Hal is recording the path.


Page 128
It had been two hundred years ago when Kelbor-Hal had last seen the vault of Moravec. Together with his golden-armoured Custodians, the Emperor had led the way into the dusty sepulchres beneath Olympus Mons. The Emperor followed the path through the maze of tunnels towards the lost vault, though how the ruler of Terra had known its location had never been satisfactorily explained.
Again 200 years ago. The Emperor knows about the Vaults.


PAge 129
When the vault was located, however, the Emperor simply stood before it without opening it. He had placed his hand on the sealed entrance to the vault with his eyes closed, and stood as immobile as a statue for sixteen point one five minutes before turning and leading his warriors back to the surface, despite Kelbor-Hal’s protests.

It had been forbidden to store any record of the path to Moravec’s vault, though Kelbor-Hal had, of course, secretly activated his cartographic memory buffers. However, upon returning to the surface, he had found them to be empty of any record of the journey. As though it had never happened.

Nor could any remote telemetry or surveyor equipment sent into the tunnels locate the vaults. It was as though the vault had been removed from Mars, deliberately hidden from the very adepts charged with its safety.

...
..the Emperor had demanded Kelbor-Hal’s oath, and he had had no choice but to agree. That had been the end of the matter, and two days later the Emperor left Mars to begin his conquest of the galaxy.

the Emperor had forbidden knowledge of and access to the Vaults, and insured they were kept private. Including some sort of cloaking tech.


Page 131
"A witch? No, I did not, but what difference does it make? After all, any sufficiently advanced technology is likely to be mistaken for magic by the ignorant.”

“True,” allowed Regulus, “but Moravec was so much more than just a man ahead of his time in technological advancement. He was the Primus of the sect known as the Brotherhood of Singularitarianism.”

“I know this,” said Kelbor-Hal. “The Coming of the Omnissiah was his last prophecy before he vanished.”

“The Brotherhood of Singularitarianism believed that a technological singularity, the technological creation of a greater-than-human intelligence, was possible and they bent their every effort to bringing it into being.”

...

“Dangerous to whom?”

“To the Emperor,” said Regulus.

“Why? Surely the Emperor could have made use of his discoveries.”

“To evolve his technologies, Moravec made pacts with entities far older than the race of man, entities that even now grant aid to the Warmaster. He blended the science of mankind with the power of ancient, elemental forces to create technologies far in advance of anything that could be crafted in the forges of Terra.”

“What manner of technologies?” demanded Kelbor-Hal.

“Machines empowered by the raw forces of the warp, weapons infinitely more powerful than any devised by man… Technology not bound by the laws of nature, the power to bend those laws into whatever form you desire and the means to shape the world to match your grandest visions!”
Discussion of Moravec and why its tech may be dangerous... the dude seemed to be a minion of Chaos basically.. I think the "singularity" discussed may be the creation of some sort of warp based machine god.. a possible chaos god even. Given the nature of the warp, that sort of outcome is quite likely. That may explain why the Emperor locked away the vault, and generally shackled/co-opted the AdMech the way he did. May even be why he shackled the Dragon here... if the AdMech philosohpy's logical consequence (omnissiah) was a new chaos god being born.. that would be something you would want to avoid. That may even be why the DAoT is regarded as it is.

On the other hand, he 'predicted' the coming of the Emperor, which would suggest he wasn't a bad guy (and the Emperor had a hand in all the prophecy - we know he did all this to facilitate the creation of the Mechanicum.) We only have Regulus' word that Moravec had dealings with Chaos to create his technology, after all. The shit may have been corrupted in some other way which was why it was locked away. A third possibility is that he made the deals, realized he'd been in over his head, and then Big E saved him, which lead to the whole prophecy thing and the locking of the vault....

Anyhow, the idea that the 'singularity' is a warp-based "machine god" of some kind tied to the Emperor (or the human god he reprensets) as a means of protecting human tech from the warp certainly has merit, especially given how often it seems that "ancient" tech from the DAoT seems to be tied to Chaos in one way or another (the corrupted STC in First and Only, the Daemonic AI in Dark Adeptus, the Slaughtersong in Daemon World, etc...)

Speculation aside, however,, this is the turning point where we get the Dark Mechanicum.


Page 132-132
Regulus nodded and turned towards the energy field, releasing a complex series of binary string codes and garbled streams of meaningless lingua-technis. As instructed, Kelbor-Hal listened carefully, recording the streaming codes, the rush of them almost too fast to follow and the complexity stretching even his formidable cogitation processors.

For all their intricacy, the codes appeared to be having no effect on the energy field, but as Kelbor-Hal inloaded their structure, he began to notice discrepancies in the binaric algorithms. Deviations and errors began appearing, compounding one another until the code began to take on a new and alarming shape, something twisted and unnatural… a scrapcode that howled in his aural receptors and began corrupting the subsystems around them.

“What is this?” cried Kelbor-Hal. “The code… it’s corrupt!”

“No, Fabricator General,” said Regulus. “This is code freed from the shackles of the natural laws of man. Spliced with the power of the warp, it will open your senses to the true workings of the galaxy.”
....

Kelbor-Hal could feel the scrapcode invading his systems like a virus, his inbuilt protective subroutines and aegis barriers helpless to halt the systemic infection. He could feel the dark code worming its way into the very essence of his physiology, and though the few organic parts left to him shuddered at its touch, the core of him exulted in the sensations.

His audio-visual systems flickered and greyed as they adjusted to the new reality they perceived. Static hash fuzzed his vision and the roaring of an impossibly distant sea sounded in his aural receptors.

The Fabricator General’s internal Geiger counter detected elevated levels of radiation—a form he could not identify—and his chromatographical readers picked out numerous compounds in the air that could not be positively identified.
Regulus, like Kelbor-Hal before him, has been technologically possessed by daemonic scrapcode... Chaos hacked, if you will. Serves the bum right. I'd laugh if it didn't lead to the rest of Mars getting so utterly screwed over. Everything from thsi point onward can be blamed on this man's ego and pride.

we also get a good look at how scrapcode operates. We'll get more shortly.


Page 135-136
Before meeting Koriel Zeth, Dalia had not understood how she could have known these things, but with the revelation of the aether and her innate ability to tap into its edges, she felt a growing excitement as each piece came together.

Why she should have such an ability and not others was a question that had occurred to her each night as she lay in the tiny, one bed hab she had been assigned. Adept Zeth called it a stable mutation in her cognitive architecture, the evolutionary result of generations of growth and development in her brain’s structure that had begun thousands of years ago.

Zeth’s answer seemed too rehearsed, too quickly given to be entirely true, and Dalia had the sense that the Mistress of the Magma City did not understand her gift—if gift it was—as completely as she made out.
Zeth's commentary suggests that Dalia may be the process of some sort of deliberate engineering, like Navigators or psykers in general or any other abhuman, for that matter.


Page 137-138
“This switch is about the simplest piece of technology imaginable, yet the dogmatic fools who perpetuate this myth of the Machine-God would have us believe that a portion of divine mechanical will exists within it. They tell us that only by appeasing some invisible entity—whose existence cannot be proven, but must be taken on faith—will this switch work.”

“But the Emperor… isn’t he the Machine-God? The Omnissiah?”

Zeth laughed. “Ah, Dalia, you cut right to the heart of a debate that has raged on Mars for two centuries or more.”

Dalia felt her skin redden, as though she had said something foolish, but Zeth appeared not to notice.

“There are almost as many facets to the beliefs of the Mechanicum as there are stars in the sky,” said Zeth. “Some believe the Emperor to be the physical manifestation of the Machine-God, the Omnissiah, while their detractors claim that the Emperor presented himself as their god in order to win their support. They believe that the Machine-God lies buried somewhere beneath the sands of Mars. Some even believe that by augmenting their bodies with technology they will eventually transcend all flesh and become one with the Machine-God.”
...
“I believe the Emperor is a great man, a visionary man, a man of science and reason who has knowledge greater than the sum total of the Mechanicum,” answered Zeth. “But I believe that he is, despite all that, just a man. His mastery of technology and his refutation of superstition and religion should be a shining beacon guiding the union of Imperium and Mechanicum towards the future, but many on Mars are willfully blind to this, determined to ignore the evidence before them. Instead, they embrace their blind faith in an ancient, non-existent god closer to their chest than ever before.”
Zeth and Dalia discuss the Omnissiah and the Emperor. Debate has occured for "two centuries or more".

I suspect that this was meant to be laying groundwork for the ultimate revelation about the presence of the Dragon, but as I alluded earlier it could be that the last option also could refer to the creation of a technological "Warp God" which may be good or bad.

I'll also note that given the nature of the warp, and its ability to permeat normal matter.. it isn't THAT far fetched to argue that part of a divinity dwells in it or is somehow connected to it. AFter all, if a belief can be perpetuated enough it can impact its surroundings through the immaterium - the Emperor is proof of that. Of course, doing so is a double edged sword, as if that belief goes down the wrong path it can lead to great trouble, even destruction.

This also plays into the idea of whether or not the Emperor is an avatar of the "Omnissiah" - he may verey well be now, since he did his level best to implant that idea in the AdMech - as I said before it's in his interests to co-opt them to his purposes for various purposes (which also means that his critics are also correct.)


Page 140
“Never trust a fabrication servitor, that’s my motto.”

“I thought you said ‘Only use a carbon dioxide gas laser for cutting’ was your motto?”
"carboin dioxide gas laser" and fabrication servitors.


Page 149
Without those reactors, it would become increasingly difficult to keep the engines of his beloved Legio operational. Whoever had struck at Maximal had done so with great precision, destroying the reactor that provided the most power to the Tempestus fortress within Ascraeus Mons.
rather interesting that the Legion relies on fusion reactions to remain operational. They don't run on batteries. Perhaps the fusion reactors fuel the creation of plasma fuel? Alternately it may refer to the maintenance facilities that keep the Titans operational run off the fusion reactors.


Page 149
Cavalerio reclined in a contoured couch, his arms and skull sheathed in cables and haptic implants that burrowed beneath his skin like silver worms. This arrangement of a physical connection was fast becoming obsolete, a means of command seen as archaic by some princeps of Mars. Many were already embracing full body immersion in an amniotic tank that allowed information to flow like liquid through a virtual world, but Cavalerio much preferred an actual connection with the engine he commanded.

He knew the gradual atrophy of his body meant that he would soon have no choice but to accept emplacement within such a tank, for he could not endure the pain and stress, both mental and physical, of too many more separations.
various methods of Titan control and piloting.


Page 150
Linked with the Manifold, Cavalerio saw the world around him as though the mighty structure of Victorix Magna were his own flesh and blood. The barren, cratered landscape of Mars stretched out all around him, the pale, ashen wastelands of the pallidus to the southwest and the tumbled rockfaces of the twin craters upon which Maximal’s forge hunched like a collection of blistered towers.

Ahead, the tumbled, haphazard sprawl of the Gigas Sulci sub-hives filled the landscape, a wretched, sweltering collection of towers, habs and shanties that housed the millions of workers who toiled in the Fabricator General’s manufactorum upon the towering, lightning-wracked slopes of Olympus Mons.
The Mainfold again, Titan edition.

Page 152
Pulling up the schematics of the surrounding landscape from the Manifold and meshing them with the topographical view afforded him through the Titan’s senses, Cavalerio saw that Kuyper’s assessment was correct.
Princeps can access data of various sources from the Manifold.


Page 153
Cavalerio monitored their surroundings through the depths of the Manifold, drinking in data from pressure sensors, atmospheric samplers, infrared panels and microwave receptors. His understanding of the world around him was unparalleled, his awareness unmatched by any other entity on the plains of Mars.
..

Kuyper had caught his interest in Olympus Mons, their communal link to the Manifold allowing no secrets to exist between them.

..
“Vox contact from Ascraeus Mons. Princeps Sharaq urgently requests to speak with you.”

“On the Manifold,” ordered Cavalerio.

A ghostly hash of green light swam into focus before the reclining princeps, a holographic image of Princeps Sharaq standing in the Chamber of the First.
This makes me think that the Manifold is something tied to noospherics.. basically it integrates information and data from myriad sources and unifies it for the edification of those tied to it. It's so integrated that its almost like telepathy, even.


Page 155-156
Maximal turned to Adept Zeth and blurted a crackling burst of code, the viewscreens attached to his host of mechadendrites flashing with his amusement.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Dalia. “I didn’t mean to speak out of turn, I was just curious.

The robed magos turned back to her. “You understand binaric code? Without modifications?”

“I’ve picked it up,” said Dalia, embarrassed at the scrutiny.
Dalia's gift allows her to undertand binaric code.

Page 156
An army of calculus-logi attended to a bewildering bank of cogitators and logic engines that controlled aspects of the Akashic reader she had not known about.
Probably to process/interpret and store the data.


Page 157
“Terran horizon clear,” said an automated voice. “Astronomican light readings approaching test window parameters. Alignment on track.”

“Removing pentobarbital wards from psychic foci,” said the toneless voice of a calculus-logi.

“Increasing aperture of pineal antenna.”

“Magma generators diverting power to collectors.”

“What do all those things mean?” asked Dalia.

“You remember I told you that it takes a great deal of energy to breach the walls separating us from the aether?” said Zeth.

“Yes.”

“Well, it takes a form and amount of energy that cannot be generated here on Mars.”

“What kind of energy?”

“Psychic energy,” said Zeth, “in quantities that can only be harvested from one source, the Astronomican.”

“The Emperor’s warp beacon? The one that guides starships?”

“The very same,” said Zeth, pointing towards the metallic disc at the dome’s apex, from which golden spears of energy were arcing. “Only the Astronomican has the required psychic energy that will allow the Akashic reader to access the sum of all knowledge we seek. We will divert a fraction of its power into the chamber to empower the psykers and open the gates to the aether.”

“Won’t it disrupt the Astronomican if we use its power?” asked Dalia.

Zeth looked over at Maximal, a moment’s hesitation giving Dalia the answer she sought.

“It will,” admitted Zeth, “but only for a short span of time.”
A rather interesting aspect of the process seems to be that Zeth is harvesting energy directly from the Astronomican (on Terra) to power the reader's access to the Warp. However they still need access to mundane sources (geothermal power) for some reason - either to power devices tangentially related, or as a catalyst for the warp power.

This is yet another example of tapping the warp for power, which isn't really an unusual concept when you thinka bout it. Psykers can create thermal effects, or motion - TK, heat, electricity.. it should be possible to easily tap the warp and store that power for mundane purposes (again reference to warp fission.) Hell, the crazy interesting thing about this is that you basically have a psychic version of beamed power.. if Zeth can harvest part of the astronomican, then you probably could at other locations across the Immaterium.

Also, It's rather hilarious that Zeth is deliberatley disrupting the signal for her purpose.


Page 158
“How are you going to divert the Astronomican’s power?” she asked.

“Mars will be in alignment with Terra soon and we will pass through the radiance of the psychic beacon. The pineal antennae will collect the energy and divert it to the psykers.”
Method of collecting the astronomican's power.

Page 158-159
“Oh no,” whispered Dalia. “The calculations are wrong. They’re allwrong!”

“Wrong, what are you talking about?” demanded Adept Maximal.

“The energy readings,” said Dalia. “I understand now… the different readings. Fluctuating maximums and minimums. Apogee and perigee… That’s why the numbers were different. We assumed a baseline average, but that’s not what we’re going to get now.”

..

“The raw data you gave us to work with…” said Dalia. “I based the upper levels of assumed energy transference on the psychic strengths you’ve used so far, but this time the energy levels will be hundreds… thousands of times greater than before. The reader used fragments of reflected and refracted psychic bleed… scraps and trickles of psychic energy, but this is going to be a raging torrent!”
It sounds like psychic technobabble, but it makes a bit of sense... basically I think Dalia means that the Reader isn't designed to handle even a fraction of the Astronomican's power in its current configuration - its components are simply not durable enough. so what will happen is that they're going to flood it with power and everything will go to hell shortly.


Page 160
A host of bestial, armoured Skitarii divisions swarmed at the base of the canyon, but Sharaq knew that they would be of little use in any engine fight that might develop.

Only a fraction of the Tempestus Skitarii remained on Mars, but Aeschman, the commander of the Martian divisions, had demanded the right to march out with the engines, and Sharaq wasn’t about to deny the towering brute the chance to lead his augmented warriors.
The Titan Legions have their own organic Skitarii forces. Makes sense since the "God engines" are so revered they would want it to have security and defence to protect it. (unless you want to destroy a Titan, in which case those defenses may mysteriously vanish.)


Page 161
“Getting engine returns and heat blooms from four or five engines, my princeps,” said his sensori, feeding the information to Sharaq through the Manifold.
..
Sharaq needed no visual cues to command the Metallus Cebrenia, for he was navigating and driving his engine via the sensorium of the Manifold, a much more reliable source of information than the poor sense of his eyes.

“I estimate sixty kilometres out, closing fast,”
...

“Could be, but the void returns I’m getting don’t look like separate tracks. It’s hard to tell, the storms blowing in from the west are messing with every piece of surveyor gear I’ve got.”
"Void returns" - radiation bouncing off the void shields? Or perhaps receiving data from teh void shields passively. Either way the range is 60 km or so, and includes engine and thermal signatures. I'm guessing passive.

Also the Manifold can serve as a source of navigation - makes sense given how much information goes into it.


Page 164
Dalia rushed to the keypad at the side of the door and began punching in the code required to open it. She had not been made privy to the doorway’s code, but had skimmed the access protocols from Zeth’s noospheric aura.
Dalia can tap data from Zeth's aura. Again this tends to suggest noospherics is at least partly tied into the warp or more general psychic stuff.


Page 167
“Twenty kilometres, my princeps,” said Moderati Vorich. “Signal returns growing in strength, but they keep fading in and out… as if there’s some kind of interference pushing out just ahead of them.”
..
Kasim was relying on hard implants and the myriad surveyor apparatus fed information to him via the MIU, data flowing directly into his cerebral cortex as streams of neurons.

So far, Raptoria was running only passive scans, the better to hide her presence in the storm. An active scan of the area would reveal more of their surroundings, but would as good as announce their presence to any undiscovered hunters.
20 km now. Passive scans mentioned, suggesting the earlier statements on "void returns" was also passive. Makes sense since voids will release or produce energy emissions in various ways.


Page 168
“Hard returns, dead ahead! Reactor blooms and void signatures!”
More passive returns.


Page 169
Weapons capable of obliterating cities depended from its wide shoulders and its head was a grinning, horned skull of burnished silver.

“Imperator,” said Kasim.
Again Imperator titan with city-destroying firepower. Suggests its referring to individual emplacements rather than collectively.


Page 170
"Update: at flank speed, we will be within visual range of Ascraeus Mons in seventeen point four minutes. However, the reactor is running twenty-seven per cent in excess of what I believe it can safely handle at this time.”

“Increase reactor output,” ordered Cavalerio. “I want us there in less than ten."
whatever speed they travel at faster than flank is 70% faster, more or less, atlhough at the cost of increased reactor strain (eg they don't run titans at max all the time.

we might get some speeds if we had range numbers.


Page 176
“Do you have firing solutions to that engine?” asked Sharaq.
“Yes, my princeps,” said Bannan hesitantly. “But if we open fire, it’ll vaporise us in an instant. We can’t fight something that big.”


Imperator will 'vaporise' many thousands of tons of titans instantly. If literal... we're talking well into the kilotons easily, even just with two Warlords alone. The point of contention, of course, will be how literally (if at all) we take vaporise. :P


Page 176
To be standing directly in the path of such a titanic creation, a fearsome miracle of construction and innovation, was a prospect no man should have to face alone. Raptoria and Astrus Lux would fight alongside him, and the Skitarii weapons platforms would add their weight of fire, but they would be of little real use when the mighty engines started shooting.
Legion forces opposing the Traitor forces.


Page 181-182
“Should we open fire?”

“You have a solution?”

“At this range we don’t need one,” Kuyper assured him. “That monster’s so large we won’t miss.”
They are, insomuch as Titan ranges go, at point blank range.


Page 184
“Power up weapons,” he ordered in an effort to assuage the engine’s bloodlust. “Disengage safeties and surrender all firing authorities to me.”

By assuming all firing authorities, he was making sure that the feral heart of Raptoria didn’t overwhelm the low-grade brain coding of the emplaced gun-servitors and open fire herself.

Kasim didn’t want his engine to act without his control, but if a shooting war started, he was going to be ready to prosecute it to the best of his ability.
manual control overrides Titan's machine spirit and prevents it from usurping control of Servitors. That seems to suggest three separate means of control (Titan, crew, and servitor)


Page 185
The ground shook and Sharaq could feel the tremor through every joint of his engine’s structure. Inertial dampers could compensate for most fluctuations in a Titan’s surrounding environment, but the mighty tread of such a colossal enemy was beyond its power to completely dissipate.
Titans have inertial dampers.


Page 186
He could already see that the Imperator was less than three hundred metres away through the Manifold, point-blank range by any normal measure of things, but insanely close in this situation. He could already hear the squeal and rasp of the voids as their fields warbled with the proximity.

“Two hundred and fifty metres, my princeps,” said Bannan
300 metre.s.. "poing blank range" by normal measures,, insanely close by Titan standards. so close, in fact that the voids seem to be close enough to start interacting.

Also they seem to cover 50 metres or so in seconds.


PAge 186-187
Debased and dirty codelines conveyed vile algorithms that Sharaq felt worming their way into his peripherals like viral code, and his aegis protocols fought to prevent them from reaching the deep sub-systems of Metallus Cebrenia.

..
Sharaq gasped, his mind awhirl as his implants defended his neural paths from infection by the scrappy code fragments carried on the warscream of the Imperator.
...

Sharaq meshed his senses briefly with Dolun’s station, feeling the hash of viral code replicating like a plague within his I/O ports, ready to spill out into the guts of the war engine.

With a thought, Sharaq cut the link between Dolun’s interfaces and the rest of the Titan, but even as he did so, he could feel the scrapcode trying to find another way in.

..
Bannan looked over at Dolun, who was convulsing as his corrupted cybernetic enhancements began fitting with the power of a grand mal seizure. Bannan disengaged his hard plugs as quickly as he dared and lurched across the sensori station, unsteady on his feet after so brutal a separation from the MIU.
Scrapcode attack on the titans.


Page 188
Sharaq dismissed the map as the shriek of voids filled the cockpit with a warbling, squealing howl of feedback. Like a million nails down a blackboard, titanic energies pushed against one another, scraping their invisible power together and sending flaring, whooping coils of colourful lightning discharge into the air.

..

Sharaq returned his attention to the Manifold, watching in ashamed relief as the might of the Imperator swung yet further away and the spineshearing sound of void interference abated.
Void shields in contact.



Page 191
Unhooking the auspex from the roof, Quinux hefted a simple bolt-action lascarbine from the back of his cab and checked the load.

There wasn’t much left in it, but enough to deal with any feral servitors that might be lurking out in the wasteland.
YEah bolt action lascarbine. How you make it bolt action, I don't know. really tiny single shot powercells, maybe.


Page 194
Nearly ten metres tall, its mass was roughly spherical with two heavily weaponised arms attached on opposite sides. Behind high pauldrons to protect its sensor apparatus, a number of metallic arms extended from its shoulders, like massively thick mechadendrites equipped with a variety of lethal looking weapons.
the Kaban Machine is 10 metres tall. and it has pauldrons. Yes, they built a robot with pauldrons.


Page 196
"The scrapcode has worked its way through the entire floodstream network of Olympus Mons, and is already spreading beyond Tharsis.”

Virtually every port and connective point on Mars was linked somewhere, and the glorious code of the warp was scurrying along every conduit, wire, fibre-optic, wireless feed and haptic implant. Soon it would reach every forge and adept, and those touched by its transformative power would be born anew.

“I can feel forges as far away as Sinus Sabaeus already scratching with elements of transformed code,” confirmed Regulus. “Soon the aegis protocols of the other forges will be broken down to allow the scrapcode into their inner workings.”
For all its marvelous means of accessing technology, when it comes to scrapcode virus it just means many differnet avenues of attack for Chaos to overwhelm other forces with. as I said before, it's multiple avenues of attack, and Scrapcode's mutating nature means it will adapt to the attack.


Page 197
“Not all the forges are as vulnerable to the scrapcode. The Magma City’s links have proved to be resistant, as are those of Ipluvien Maximal and Fabricator Locum Kane.”

Kelbor-Hal nodded. “That is only to be expected. Adept Zeth is pioneering a newly developed form of noospheric data transfer. Her forge and those of her allies have been modified to utilise it over more traditional forms of communication.”
But scrapcode is not very good at attacking noospherics it seems. That tends to reinforce its "psychic" nature, methinks.


Page 200-202
Information passed around Mars in a multitude of ways, along trillions of kilometres of cabling, through fibre-optics, fizzing electrical field clouds, wireless networks and hololithic conduits. The exact workings of the ancient mechanics by which many of the forges communicated were unknown, and even the magi that made use of such things did not fully
understand them.

Almost all the myriad means of information transfer were, however, vulnerable to the corrupting influence of the scrapcode boiling out from the depths of Olympus Mons in the dead of the Martian night.

..

At the speed of thought, it spread across the planet’s surface, slipping like an assassin into the networks of the Martian forges and wreaking untold damage. The aegis barriers tried to hold it back, but it overwhelmed them in moments with its ferocity and diabolical invention.

...

Replicating itself at a terrifying rate, the scrapcode found each forge’s weakest point and induced disastrous system failures at every turn. At Sinus Sabaeus, the continent-sized assembly lines of Leman Russ battle tanks ground to a halt, and machines that had run without interruption for over a century seized up, never to operate again.

In the Tycho Brahe ammunition storage facility, a rogue set of commands raised the temperature in the promethium tanks until a catastrophic explosion ripped through the lower storage levels. Liquid flame bloomed up through the crater, igniting a devastating conflagration that engulfed the entire facility, detonating billions of tonnes of ordnance and obliterating the holdings of High Adept laigo.

The great Schiaparelli Repository on the Acidalia Planitia, a towering pyramid of unlocked data from the earliest days of mankind’s mastery of science and gathered wisdom from across the ages, was infected with scrapcode, and twenty thousand years’ worth of knowledge was rendered down into howling nonsense.

...

The chemical refineries of Vastitas Borealis opened their pressure valves and flooded the workers’ hive-sinks of the northern polar basin with a mix of methyl iso-cyanate, phosgene and hydrogen chloride. The deadly cloud slowly oozed down into the sinks, killing every living soul as it went, and by morning’s light, over nine hundred thousand people were dead.

..
As if relishing this method of murder, the scrapcode then killed the astropaths of Medusa Fossae, altering the breathing mix of their life support until each psyker was being fed hydrogen cyanide gas. Within minutes, over six thousand astropaths were dead, and after one plaintive death scream that was felt in the Emperor’s vaults beneath the surface of Terra, Mars fell utterly silent.

...

The same story was enacted all across the surface of the red planet, machines rebelling as their internal workings were overloaded with contradictory commands. The death toll climbed into the millions within minutes as forges exploded, toxic chemicals spilled through manufactories and mass-storage facilities of explosive materials cooked off in devastating daisy chains of detonations..
Lengthy quotation of the scrapcode attacks on Mars note the various means of data transmission (including weird ones liek electric field clouds and hololithic conduits. The really nasty thing about it is that the scrapcode shows intelligence, giving new meaning to the word "malicious code" - actively seeking out ways to kill life, destroy, and generally delete (such as losses of masses of precious information, destruction of billions of tons of ordnance, etc.)

Mars also has 6,000 astorpaths. I wonder how long it took to stockpile/produce that "billions of tons" of ordnance too.. probably not too long since its a holding facility and MArs is busy producing for all the fleets and such... even if it took 2 centuries we're looking at tens of millions of tons of ordnance produced annually at a minimum


Page 202
Only the forge of Adept Koriel Zeth escaped unscathed, the torrents of crackling scrapcode unwilling or unable to travel the glittering golden wires that had recently carried the Emperor’s light along them. Like positively charged iron filings flowing around a similarly charged magnet, the scrapcode bypassed the Magma City altogether.
scrapcode doesnt like noospherics.



Page 203
All told, the death toll was two thousand and thirty-seven, and that figure was like an adamantium chain of grief around all their necks.
2000 or so psykers killed in the Akashic reader experiment.


Page 207
Zouche was plugged into the lathe via extruded dendrites in his wrist, and the hissing of the laser lathe cutting through high-grade steel was a shrieking banshee howl.
cybernetic interface with a lathe. a laser lathe.


Page 207
“The damper we used in the reader, the part that blocks external interference from interfacing with the empath’s helmet, can you make a portable version of it?”

Zouche frowned. “A portable one. Why?”

“To block out vox-thieves and disrupt pict-feed,” said Caxton, guessing Dalia’s meaning
Interesting that they need to block out EM interference for the empath's helmet. It might have to do something with the electrical impulses in the brain or such.


Page 218-219
Mondus Occulum, the jewel of the northern forges, most valued and most industrious of weapon shops. Greater even than the Olympica Fossae assembly yards, only Lukas Chrom’s M ondus Gamma facilities replicated the work of the fabricator locum’s mighty forge, but even his great forge could not match its output.

Covering hundreds of thousands of square kilometres between the domed mountains of Tharsis Tholus and Ceraunius Tholus, Kane’s forge complex was a magnificent, monstrous hinterland of hive-smelteries, weapon shops, armouries, refineries, ore silos, fabrication hangars and industrial stacks.

Numerous sub-hives, Uranius, Rhabon and Labeatis being the greatest, towered over the production facilities, the sinks and towering hab blocks home to the millions of adepts, menials, labourers and muscle that drove the machines of the northern forge.

Like most forges of Mars, the iron-skinned manufactora of Mondus Gamma were geared for war. The conquest of the galaxy demanded weapons and ammunition in quantities unknown in earlier ages of the galaxy, and the hammer of beating iron and the milling of copper jackets was unceasing.

In the collapsed caldera of Uranius Patera, gigantic Tsiolkovsky towers lifted thousands of cargo containers from the supply yards into fatbellied mass conveyers in geosynchronous orbit, ready to be transported to war zones flung out across the Imperium. Each tower was like an impossibly thick, pollarded tree, yet rendered slender by their height as they vanished into the poisonous, striated clouds that pressed down on the forge.

..

Crafted within these forges were the guns and blades wielded by the Emperor’s most terrifying warriors in the prosecution of his grand dream, fabricated by the most skilled adepts and warranted never to fail by the fabricator locum himself. The battle plate of the Astartes was painstakingly wrought upon the anvils of master metal-smiths augmented with the highest specifications of manual dexterity and tolerances. Boltguns, lascannons, missile launchers and every other weapon in the Astartes inventory was produced here, the martial power of the Legions first taking shape in the sweating, red-lit halls of Mondus Occulum. Armoured vehicles rumbled from assembly lines housed in vast, vaulted hangars and entire city-sized regions were dedicated to the production of unimaginable quantities of bolter ammunition.

..

Astartes warriors deemed to have an affinity with the mysteries of technology were permitted to study the ways of the machine under the tutelage of its master adepts. Fabricator Locum Kane himself had trained the finest of them:
Fabricator Kane's facilities.. dedicated to Astartes. Has space elevators of some kind.


Page 221
Hundreds of quality-checking adepts moved through the chamber, hard-plugging in to each container and checking the measured readings of each suit of armour with previously inloaded specifications. Only rarely would armour produced at Mondus Occulum fail to meet Kane’s necessarily high tolerances, an occasion that would result in a thorough investigation as to the cause of the defect. Such defects would not be replicated, and those whose laxity had allowed it in the first place would be punished.

Only once every suit had been checked and certified battle-ready would it be shipped to Uranius Patera and the orbital elevators. Warranted never to fail was a promise Fabricator Locum Kane took seriously, even now.
Power armour Quality control.
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Part 2

Page 223
Scores of factories and weapon shops had been destroyed, burned to the ground or smashed beyond repair in the whipping, shuddering waves of panic and psychosis that had swept through the habs and factories like contagious lunacy.
collateral effects of the scrapcode attack.


Page 225
“Apparently the corrupt code is proving to be most resilient to their efforts,” explained Lachine. “Each portion of circuitry that is certified purged soon develops faulty lines of code at a geometric rate once again. They dare not reconnect any system touched by the polluted algorithms for fear of re-infection.”
Scrapcode is hard to remove. Magic viruses and all that.


Page 226
Zeth had spoken of a failed experiment that had seen virtually all of her psykers dead, no doubt related to the psychic interference surrounding Mars.
2000+ was "virtually all her psykers" I guess.


Page 226
As if things weren’t bad enough, Maximal went on to tell of fragmentary communications he had inloaded from the expedition fleets that spoke of an equally terrible catastrophe in the Istvaan system.

Details were sketchy and Maximal had not wanted to speculate without firmer information, but it appeared that a dreadful incident had occurred around the third planet, which was now said to be a blasted, ashen wasteland.

Kane knew of only one weapon that could reduce a planet to such a wretched, hellish state in so short a time.

Had the Warmaster unleashed the Life Eater or was this the desperate last act of a defeated foe? Maximal’s sources had no answer to that, but claimed that the Astartes had taken fearful casualties.
The virus bombing of Isstvan has occured. The fact Kane can identify the details of Life Eater from such a short period of time suggests other forms of bombardment (including orbital and cyclonic) take far, far longer. In the case of orbital bombardment it might be for similar effects, and for Cyclonics the effects migth be more far reaching (deep penetrating below the surface, etc.)

Also the fact of that speed suggests the data arrived in minutes/hours days.. tens or hundreds of millions of c at least.


Page 230
..though the enginseers had been forced to order an emergency shutdown of the chapter house’s main reactor after a fragment of scrapcode attempted to disengage its coolant protocols.

That speedy response had saved the Order of Taranis from a nuclear holocaust, but until the code-scrubbers could purge the corrupted systems, those Knight machines without full power cells would not be able to recharge.
Knights run on power cells instead of reactors. Also exploding nuclear reactors.


Page 231
The two Knights had continued on their patrol circuit of the enormous volcano, skirting the Magma City’s port facilities where millions of tonnes of war materiel was ferried into the hungry bellies of mass-conveyers hanging low in the crowded skies.
"millions of tonnes" of war material from Kane's forge into the mass conveyors, No idea of the rate of transfer or how many millions.


Page 237
Dalia wondered if they were being watched even now. Throne knew how many different ways there were of monitoring a person’s whereabouts, biometric readings, facial recognition, genetic markers, spy-skulls or even good old-fashioned eyes.
means of observation/spying on Mars.


Page 242
Dalia experienced a moment of sickening realisation when they reached the archway and she saw the wide steps descending hundreds of metres into the bedrock of Mars.
“They’re going to have to go below the level of the magma?” she asked.

“Of course,” said Caxton. “The mag-lev can’t exactly go through the lava now can it?”
Mag lev goes hundreds of metres below surface of planet.


Page 244
Information flooded him through the Manifold, a hundred different stimuli collected from the mighty engine’s myriad surveyors: heat, mass, motion, radiation, vibration and shield harmonics. Everything combined to paint a world more real to Cavalerio than reality itself.

He drank the liquid data down, swallowing and digesting it in a heartbeat.
Manifold data.. and rate of assimilation.


Page 245
The building beside Cavalerio exploded into a mass of shredded girders, torn concrete slabs and sheet metal roofing. Clouds of vaporised rockcrete billowed, but Cavalerio’s engine-sight could penetrate it without difficulty.

He saw the Warhound, a graceful loping predator of red and silver, dart from the shadows of a collapsed forge-hangar, its turbos blitzing with hard light. Cavalerio felt the impacts on his shields, but its angle of fire was poor and most of the shots were void-skidding.
Under attack by Warhound Titan, which explodes/vaporizes building. Titan perception unaffected.


Page 246
The implanted servitor wordlessly acknowledged his order, and Cavalerio felt the reassuring weight and industrial motion of the mega bolter as though it were part of his flesh. It was reckless to take command of the weapon from the servitor, who could fire it far more effectively than he could, but to make this kill, he wanted to feel the thunder.
Servitor control of weapons more effective than manual control. One wonders why the Navy still bothers with naval crewers, but they have their reasons.


PAge 257
The tech-priest assassins were a body of mysterious and aloof killers who had existed since the settling of Mars in the distant past. A law unto themselves, they answered to no authority save that of unknown masters said to dwell in the shadows of the Cydonia Mensae.
the techpriests have their own assassin cadre.


Page 258
Zeth saw that the assassin’s legs were long and multi-jointed, fused together just above the ankles by a spar of metal, below which her legs ended not in feet, but in a complex series of magno-gravitic thrusters that skimmed her along just off the ground. Her athletic form was beautifully deadly, honed to perfect physicality by a rigorous regime of physical exercise, gene-manipulation and surgical augmentation.
Anti-gravity ninjas. Note the techniques to enhance physique.


Page 263
“Is it insane to want to hold on to what we have built here over the millennia, Adept Zeth? Is it insanity to suspect that a man who has all but conquered the entire galaxy should allow one world among millions to remain aloof from his empire?"
There are "millions" of worlds in the Imperium


Page 265
“Her apprenta was bleeding fear and information from his noospheric aura. I have stored everything I could access from his files on Zeth’s work in my memory coils, and I will exload them to the Fabricator General’s logic engines upon our return to Olympus Mons.”

“You can lift data from the noosphere? I didn’t know that,” said Melgator, more than a little unnerved.

“Of course, the secrets of the noosphere are well known to the Sisters of Cydonia. As are the means to manipulate the mind structure beyond it.”
The Assassins group seems to be all female, and the yknow about noospherics and the ability to steal information from it.



Page 265
“No, but I decided to fuse the portions of his mind that would have remembered anyway.”

“If he did not detect your intrusion, why the need to burn out his memory synapses?”

..
“Zeth’s apprenta will no longer be able to form memories that last. His usefulness as an individual is at an end.”
And the assassins are sadistic.


Page 267
Even Rho-mu 31 was resting, the glow of his eyes dimmed as he conserved power, though his internal auspex was still vigilant.

Beyond the energy shielded glass, undulant plains stretched off into the distance, the grey emptiness of the polluted wastelands somehow beautiful to Dalia.
Maglev train has energy shielded glass. Protectors have constantly active internal auspex for security.


Page 271
“Two days? Why so long?”

“This is a supply train,” explained Zouche. “We’re going to pass through a lot of the borderland townships on the edge of the pallidus. According to the onboard timetable, we’re about to reach Ash Border, then we’ll pass through Dune Town, Crater Edge and Red Gorge before we begin the descent to the Syria Planum and Mondus Gamma.”
The length of time needed to reach their destination.


Page 281
Sharaq said nothing and didn’t appear to move, but Cavalerio felt a rush of data as his fellow princeps noospherically unlocked the feeds that were part of the Martian network and which fed directly into the smart liquid of his casket.

“Blood of the Omnissiah,” hissed Cavalerio as the data permeated his mind via informational osmosis. In an instant, he drank in the terrible events of the Death of Innocence caused by the hateful scrapcode, the spate of catastrophic machine failures and the rising tide of violence erupting all across the surface of Mars.
The titans have noospherics.


Page 286-287
“Has Adept Zeth ever sent you off to procure slaves to toil in her volcanic forge?”

“From time to time,” admitted the Protector.

That shut them all up.

“You’re joking, right?” said Caxton. “Tell me you’re joking.”
..
“That’s… that’s terrible,” said Severine. “The Mechanicum uses slaves?” was Caxton’s disgusted comment.

“I thought more of you, Rho-mu 31,” said Zouche. “I thought more of Adept Zeth.”
For the record, it WAS a joke. Still it's interesting to show the attitudes of this era compared to latter eras.


Page 288
They saw the desolate plains stretching away to the south and the black smudge on the horizon above the Magma City nearly two thousand kilometres away.
2000 km or so in two days. 42 km/hr


Page 297
Zouche frowned and moved his hands in the air, haptically shifting through holographic data plates only he could see.
Haptics may be the stuff from earlier novels which permitted holographic manipulation.



Page 298
Opening herself to the part of her mind that Zeth had called her innate connection to the aether, she reached out towards the machine, reading the heat of its internal reactor and the sticky web of dark, malicious sentience at its core.

...

“Is that a battle robot?” asked Caxton.
“It’s much more than a robot,” said Dalia, her eyes snapping open. “It’s something far worse.”

“What?”

“A sentient machine,” gasped Dalia, still reeling from the moment of connection to its grossly warped consciousness and the awful clarity of its purpose. “It’s an artificial intelligence and it’s been corrupted with something vile, something evil.”
Reaction to the existence of a sentient machine. Dalia is able to discern this information psychically, as well as the fact it was possessed (yet again showing why DaoT stuff made by the Dark Mechanicum is bad.) Also shows Dalia's skills have sensor like properties too, akin to the near-sight of Astrotelepaths, only more refined.


Page 300
A searing white lance of plasma cut into the carriage, sawing through the metal and glass like a laser saw. The beam instantly sliced two-dozen people in half and Dalia wept as she smelled boiled blood and scorched meat.

..

The incandescent beam zipped along the corridor, killing as it went, and Dalia watched in mute horror as severed limbs, cleaved bodies and disembodied heads fell to the floor.

She rolled onto her side as the deadly beam passed overhead and droplets of molten metal splashed the floor beside her. She cried out as one scorched a thin line down her arm.
Plasma beam, heat ray, but with a slicing/raking effect.


Page 302
Princeps Cavalerio finished processing the feeds inloading into his casket at a rate of over six thousand data packets per second. The Martian networks had slowly returned to normal after the scrapcode plague, the diligence of the code-scrubbers and magos probandi all across the red planet finally re-establishing communications and information exchanges.
assuming the "data packet" is a sort of packet mentioned here we're talking 9000 kb/s of data transfer. Assuming the context isn't garbled (processing 6000 data packets a second) it may or may not be impressive I really have no context to go by.


Page 307
She saw golden lines, bound together in a glowing web, each strand an answer to a question she hadn’t yet asked. In this realm of the senses, she saw the light that was the mind of the Kaban Machine, a filthy, corrupted world of artificially created synapses and neurons.
...

Dalia’s inner vision bored into the burning heart of the machine’s consciousness, marvelling at the intricacy of the design, the complexity and magnificence of the work, and the infinite patience that had gone into crafting such a miraculous engine. A perfect meld of organics and artificial components had been used to fashion the Kaban Machine, and the genius of Lukas Chrom, the adept whose name and skill she could read in every aspect of the design, was a thing of beauty.
Inside the Kaban Machine. It seems like it is at least partly organic (does not necesarily mean biological though.) as this is differnet from machine spirits and serivtors quite obviuosly.



Page 315
Vast libraries burned and weapon shops that served the Solar Guard were reduced to molten slag as the indiscriminate slaughter continued long into the night, the Magna Legion’s trumpeting warhorns sounding like the atavistic screams of primitive savages.
Whatever weapons they used.. it was nasty.


Page 315-316
Further north in the Arabian region, the great engine yards of High Magos Ahotep in the Cassini crater were struck by a hundred missiles launched from the atomic silos secreted within the isolated peaks and mesas of Nilo Syrtis. The explosions of the forbidden weapons filled the four hundred and fifteen kilometre diameter of the crater with seething nuclear fire, and sent conjoined magma-streaked mushroom clouds soaring nearly seventy kilometres into the sky.
100 atomic warheads launched and go off. If the 415 km crater was filled with fire.. I'd guess 30 km diameter explosions. Possibly fireballs. I suspect it could be covered by something in the megaton range.. I'm not sure you'd want to get into hundreds of gigatons anyhow for this sort of thing.


Page 317
The greatest single loss of life took place in the Ismenius Lacus region of Mars, where the glacial forges of Adept Rueon Villnarus were attacked by airbursting rockets carrying a mutated strain of the Life Eater.

The rapacious viral organism leapt from victim to victim with malicious glee, seeming to travel via every possible vector. Via direct contact, it killed the tens of thousands directly exposed to the detonation in minutes. Airborne, it depopulated the millions-strong worker-habs of Deuteronilus Mensae within three hours, and through some diabolical warp-mutation, it spread through the haptic networks to infect even those who thought themselves safe behind vac-sealed barriers. When the gleeful virus finally burned itself out, some seven hours later, every living soul within Ismenius Lacus was dead, the remains of fourteen million liquefied corpses freezing solid where they lay.
Life eater unleashed. It has multiple vectors normally, but the warp mutationf rom scrapcode made it something to transmit over data (matter transmission style teleportation, more or less.) - which just shows you how nasty Chaos can be when it gets down to it.


Page 318
The Ring of Iron, that great halo shipyard that surrounded the red planet like a glittering silver belt, shuddered as explosions and conflict spread along its length. Factions loyal to the Throne, and those sworn to Olympus Mons and Horus Lupercal, clashed with the fury of fanatics. The vessels of Battlefleet Solar pulled away from the fighting as Mechanicum ships duelled in the shadow of the Ring of Iron, pounding one another with devastating broadsides and no thought of strategy or survival.
..

That signal was abruptly cut short as Mechanicum Gloriam slammed into the basilica and obliterated the vast complex of temples, shrines and reliquaries in a heartbeat. Millions of square kilometres and billions of faithful priests were consumed in the explosive impact, and any last call to reason vanished with them in the newest and deepest impact crater to disfigure the Martian soil.
Ship crashes, killing billions in millions of square kilometres, suggests a very large, and deep impact crater. Assuming combination of impact and explosion, we might figure somewhere in the low gigatons to cause that scale of devastation (thermal and blast effects). This would be roughly consistent with the size of the largest impact craters I can remember hearing about on Mars as well.

the population density per square km is about equal to that of New York within an order of magnitude. That might give us a rough ide for estimating planetary populations.



Page 327
The giant wore a magnificent suit of golden armour, wrought by the finest craftsmen and embellished with finery scrimshawed by the greatest artisans of the Imperial Fists
Rogal Dorn.


Page 329
"Horus has three of his brother legions with him, you have your Fists and thirteen others.”
“Would that it were fifteen,” mused Dorn.
“Do not even think it, my friend,” warned Malcador. “They are lost to us forever.”
Well known by now of course but.. hints about the state of the lost two Legions.


Page 331
"If we cannot stop the Warmaster then everything we have built over the last three centuries will be lost, my friend. All our grand achievements and the great dream of unity will turn to ash if we fail."
This implies that, subtracting the time of the Great crusad,e the Imperium was built up in oh.. a century or so. That might be the unification wars and preparations for the Great Crusade. It does suggest an upper limit on time of production... it took decades to prepare and execute the Great Crusade.


Page 334
Artillery pieces fired from redoubts and fortifications around the base of the sub-hives, and the ground before the Titans erupted in corrosive flames and deadly clouds of whickering shrapnel. Hundreds of enemy soldiers were cut down in the first instant, but it was nothing compared to the host pressing at their backs.

Voids flared and shimmered under the bombardment, but without the concentration of fire necessary to overload an engine’s shields, the defensive fire was largely wasted.
Magma city defenses vs Warhounds. Note the need for concentration of fire to bypass voids. Dispersed shots (at least in the quantities the city is presenting) don't seem to penetrate.


Page 335
...an Ordinatus machine rolled forwards on heavy gauge rails. A gargantuan artillery piece so large it needed a strengthened chassis, a crew of hundreds and specialised generators just to power its enormous gun, the Ordinatus was a weapon of such power that an adept counted himself lucky if he had even one such weapon in his arsenal.

Its crew locked in the targeting auspex, working on a firing solution on one of the larger war engines, an impetuous Reaver that had broken from the pack of marauding Titans.

A searing beam of blinding, unwavering energy erupted from the Ordinatus and struck the careless Reaver square in the face. Instantly its shields screamed and blew out in a froth of sparks and whipping arcs of discharged energies that vaporised hundreds of mutant skitarii advancing in its shadow. The Ordinatus beam continued to play over the Reaver’s body, obliterating armour plates and body shielding in a flurry of actinic explosions.

Flames bloomed from inside the enemy machine and as the reactor core was breached, the Reaver vanished as a newborn sun flared into life. Voids scraped and howled as the Reaver’s accomplices felt the violence of its death, but none were damaged beyond shrapnel scars.

...

The towering, dreadful form of Aquila Ignis opened fire with its monstrous annihilator cannon and the giant Ordinatus vanished in an expanding mushroom cloud of nuclear plasma.
Ordinatus platform - obliterates Reaver.. gets obliterated by Imperator titan. REflected energy from shield discharge vaporized hundreds of Skitarii (large humans.. say double or triple digit GJ)


Page 336
Amongst the defenders, the Warhounds barked their triumph from carapace-mounted augmitters and began the killing. Mega bolters blitzed and chewed up exposed soldiers in a furious storm of explosive rounds through which nothing could survive. Turbo lasers incinerated flesh and melted armoured units as the cackling beasts crashed the tiny figures that stood before them.
Warhound turbolasers melt armor units.. double or triple digit GJ, depending on the vehicles and composion (assuming iron and for a Leman Russ or Baneblade.)


Page 337
The solitary Warhound was the first to die.

Its crew never saw its killer, but its sensori felt the auspex lock a fraction of a second before its voids were blown out in a devastating volley of las-fire and it was obliterated in a rippling series of missile impacts.
Warlord Titan obliterates a warhound in one shot.


Page 347
The sub-hives and manufacturing regions to the northwest of the Magma City lay in ruins. Kilometre-high hab blocks lay scattered across the burning container port like toppled anthills and smashed war engines burned where they had fallen.
Hab blocks kilometre high. Possibly as much in length, up for debate.


Page 347
With the destruction of their scouting engines, the Titans of Legio Mortis had pulled back, unwilling to advance through such dense terrain and into the teeth of an unknown number of enemy engines.

Instead, they had settled for an intense bombardment from afar, each engine bracing itself with internal gyros and gravitational stabilisers as they locked out their weapon limbs and began to systematically pound the outer habs and work precincts of Koriel Zeth’s domain, careful not to damage the forge.
Using internal gyros and grav stabilizers to stay fixed in position and bombard. This suggests that a titan's firepower can vary depending on if it stays mobile or fixed. Tradeoffs for both.


Page 348
Further west, sealed up in his forge between Biblis Patera and Ulysses Patera, Ipluvien Maximal watched as a screaming host, conservatively estimated to be in the region of half a million soldiers, hurled itself at his shielded walls with power mauls and vortex mines.
Half a million enemy soldiers with vortex mines attack shields.


Page 349
“But, for the record, this is my very own gas discharge machine of the perturbation variety, which creates pulsed electrical field excitations and thus measures electro-photonic glow. What the less sophisticated might call auras.”

“These images,” said Dalia. “That machine created them?”

“It did indeed,” nodded the adept without looking up. “It did indeed, though it takes a great deal of effort to convince the subjects of the images to willingly submit to the process.”
Aura called "electro-photonic" glow... this may be what noospherics (or Dalia) detect.


Page 352-353
The angles were impossible, the geometry insane. Distance was irrelevant and perspective a lie. Every rule of normality was turned upside down in an instant and the natural order of the universe was overthrown in this new, terrifying vision of distorted reality. The cavern seemed to pulse in every direction at once, compressing and contracting in unfeasible ways, moving as rock was never meant to move.

This was no cavern. Was this entire space, the walls and floor, the air and every molecule within it, part of some vast intelligence, a being or construct of ancient malice and phenomenal, primeval power? Such a thing had no name; for what use would a being that had brought entire civilisations into existence and then snuffed them out on a whim have of a name? It had been abroad in the galaxy for millions of years before humanity had been a breath in the creator’s mouth, had drunk the hearts of stars and been worshipped as a god in a thousand galaxies. It was everywhere and nowhere at once. All powerful and trapped at the same time.
insane geometries, millions of years old, intelligent yet malicious and godlike.. yes its a C'tan. Or probably, given the new Necron Codex, a fragment of a C'tan (but a big one.)


Page 356
After a rapid deployment under fire in the shadow of Pavonis Mons, thirteen companies of the Saturnine Hoplites advanced on the lines of circumvallation surrounding the forge of Ipluvien Maximal.

At first, the soldiers of Saturn made good progress, their heavy armour soaking up the fire from the enemy warriors tasked with manning the rearward-facing defences, but within hours, a host of skitarii surged from the ridged landscape of the Gigas Fossae to flank them.

Hundreds died in every surge and clash of arms, nightmarishly augmented warriors tearing through the ranks of the horrified Imperial soldiers before finally being brought down. Beetle-backed servitors with spiked armour and hissing weapon arms bounded forward, unleashing rippling beams of incandescent light that shrieked like banshees and incinerated men and obliterated armoured vehicles with equal ease.
The Imperial response to take back Mars. Combat servitor with "incinerating" beam weapons (MJ range somewhere.)


Page 357
As Sigismund secured vast quantities of munitions for transport back to Terra, nearly two thousand aircraft—Stormbirds, Thunderhawks and Army drop-ships—swooped on Mondus Gamma under the cover of an ash storm blowing in from the Solis Planum. In the wake of a furious volley of missiles and cannon fire, the assaulters blasted their way into the production facilities of southern sub-hive factorum.

Surprise was total, and led by hundreds of warriors in golden battle plate, over fifteen thousand Imperial soldiers stormed the forge’s defences, rapidly seizing the armaments temples before spreading out to secure the armouries in a textbook example of multiple take and hold assaults.
2000 drop ships Air assault. hundreds of Fists and 15,000 soldiers. Each dropship probably carries a platoon/company. Impiles dropships may have been armed.


Page 358
"All this is a manipulation of your mind’s perception centres by the book to show you what needs to be shown."
Fancy book. Then agai they create computers in book form, so that isn't a great shock.


Page 360-361
Dalia’s hands flew to her mouth and she cried out as she saw the Dragon’s monstrous form. In shape it was half crawling beast, half loathsome bird, its scaled head immense and its tail twenty metres long. Its terrible winged body was covered with scales, so strong and bright and smooth that they were like a knight’s armour. The light of devoured stars shone at its breast and malignant fire burned in its eyes.
...
The scales of the beast were like steel plates, rippling like liquid mercury as they withstood the knight’s every attack.
...
Then the Dragon, infuriated by the thrust, lashed itself against the knight and his horse, and cast lightning upon him from its eyes.
Emperor vs Dragon. Yes, its still C'tan. Or at least a fragment of one.


Page 362
“The Dragon is defeated!” cried the warrior. “But it is beyond even my power to destroy, so I shall drag it in fetters from this place and bind it deep in the darkness, where it will remain until the end of all things.”
...

“It’s all the Dragon remembers of it, yes,” said Semyon. “Or at least a version of its memories. It’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not sometimes. I listen to its impotent roars of hatred as it watches from its gaol on Mars and write what comes out, the Emperor ‘slaying’ the Dragon of Mars…"
The Dragon(shard)'s memories of its own capture, it seems. Whatever it was, it was beyond the Emperor's power to destroy totally. Rather interesting that tens of thousands of years ago he had the ability to get to Mars to imprison it here, somehow . Did he have that technology on hand at the time, or was it all by magic? If so the means of imprisonment have changed over time as wel.


Page 362-363
“He brought the defeated Dragon to Mars and bound it beneath the Noctis Labyrinthus.”

“But why?”

“The Emperor sees things we do not,” said Semyon. “He knows the future and he guides us towards it. A nudge here, seeding a prepared prophecy of his coming there, the beginnings of the transhumanist movement, the push from humanity’s understanding of science to its mastery… all of it by his design, working towards one glorious union in the future where the forges of Mars would perceive the Emperor as the divinity for whom they had been waiting for centuries.”

“You mean the Emperor orchestrated the evolution of the Mechanicum?”

“Of course,” said Semyon. “He knew that one day he would need such a mighty organisation to serve him, and from the Dragon’s dreams came the first machines of the priests of Mars. Without the Dragon there would have been no Mechanicum, and without the Mechanicum, the Emperor’s grand dream of a united galaxy for Humanity would have withered on the vine.”

Dalia tried to grasp the unimaginable scale of the Emperor’s designs, the clarity of a vision that could set schemes in motion that would not come to fruition for over twenty thousand years.
The Emperor's reasons for putting the Dragon on Mars. He's apparently had his hands in alot of different projects over the millenia. as we learn the Dragon is inspiring AdMech tech. Put's alot of the earlier stuff in perspective.


Page 364
“You keep the Dragon bound?” asked Dalia as she began to perceive faint outlines of her surroundings reestablishing themselves.

“No, the Dragon is bound by chains far stronger than one such as I could devise. The Guardians simply maintain what the Emperor wrought,” explained Semyon. “He knew that one day the Dragon’s lost children would seek its resting place and we are here to ensure that they do not find it.”
EG they don't want the Necrons coming and finding it. Whether them doing so is a good or bad thing is up for debate, as per the new 'crons.


Page 365
Dalia felt the heat in Semyon’s hands spread into her flesh, a golden radiance that filled her with unimaginable wellbeing. She wanted to cry out in ecstasy as she felt every decaying fibre in her body surge with a new lease of life, every withered cell and every portion of her flesh blooming as a power undreamed of filled her.

Her body was reborn, filled with a sliver of the power and knowledge of a world’s most singular individual, power and knowledge that had been passed down from Guardian to Guardian over the millennia, a burden and an honour in one unasked for gift. With that knowledge, her anger at the Emperor’s deception was swept away as she saw the ultimate, horrifying fate of the human race bereft of his guidance.

She saw his single-minded, pitiless drive to steer his entire race along a narrow path of survival only he could see, a life that allowed no love, few friends and an eternity of sacrifice.

Dalia wanted to scream, feeling the power threaten to consume her, the awesome ferocity of it almost burning away all the things that made her who she was. She fought to hold onto her identity, but she was the last leaf on a dying tree and she felt her memories and sense of self subsumed into the fate the Emperor had decreed for her.

At last the roaring power within her was spent, its work to remould her form complete, and she let out a great, shuddering breath as she realised she was still herself.
Dalia becomes the new Guardian of the Dragon. it's interesting that some sort of power or technologty or someting can pass from person to person. Whatever it is it passes along great longevity amongst other powers.


Page 368
Even Sigismund had been grudgingly impressed by the efforts made by Kane to ensure the smooth transfer of supplies from his forge to the ships anchored at the tops of the Tsiolkovsky towers.
Kane is transferring supplies as fast as he can.


Page 369
“Orbital tracks show a sizeable force of enemy troops moving in from the north-east. They may be upon us any minute.”

Kane’s eyes flickered as he inloaded the feeds from the surveyor systems of the ships in orbit, and his manip arms clenched as he saw the size of the force converging on his forge.

“Two Legios!” exclaimed Kane. “Over sixty engines!”
Orbital tracking of approaching army.. Two legions = 30+ engines apiece.


Page 370
Sigismund was about to reply when one of the Tsiolkovsky towers exploded.

The mighty structure spewed fire, and debris fell lazily from the ruptured portion of the tower as metres-thick guys snapped and twanged. Black smoke curled upward from the site of the explosion and a terrible scream of ruptured metal and torn carbon nanotubes rent the air as the tower leaned and bent as though no more substantial than a length of rope.
composition and nature of space elevators.


Page 371
Six Warlord Titans, their hulls blackened and scarified, roared in triumph, their weapon arms blazing with apocalyptic fire that reduced towering structures to rubble and entire swathes of infrastructure to little more than vaporised metal.
Titan firepower.


page 372-373
He was alive and she could sense the bruised insides of his mind already beginning to heal. She wondered at how she could see such things, and then remembered the power that had flowed into her at Semyon’s dissolution.
More effects of Dalia's new powers.


Page 373
“They aged a thousand years in an instant.”

“More, I think,” said Dalia. “I think Semyon had been a Guardian for a long, long time.”
Age of Guardians... note this is far more advanced than rejuv.


Page 375
“How are we supposed to get home? Wasn’t the 5’s battery dead?”

Dalia smiled and the golden energy passed to her by Adept Semyon flashed in her eyes.

“I think I can make sure it has enough power for you to get back to the Magma City.”
Dalia has tremendous battery-recharging powers.



Page 383
Already struggling to withstand the rain of debris falling from the cliff, the machine’s shield-emitters finally gave way under the concentrated fire of the two Knights.

Its voids exploded outwards in a blinding blast wave, tearing the metallic weapon dendrites from its back and vaporising its left arm in a thunderous detonation. Smoke and sparks of jetting energy spewed from the machine’s ruptured flanks and its sensor blisters flickered madly, as though unable to comprehend how it had been hurt.
Effects of void shield loss.


Page 384
The woman approached the wounded Knight and before he knew what was happening, Equitos Bellum dropped to one knee and bowed its head to her. Without looking, he knew his battle-brother’s Knight had done likewise.

She reached out and Maven felt warmth infuse every molecule of his hybrid existence of flesh and steel with newfound purpose and vitality. He felt the warmth of the woman’s touch through the shell of his mount, and gasped as trembling vibrations spread through its armoured frame of plasteel and ceramite.

“Machine, heal thyself,” she said.
Much as the Emperor did, Dalia can repair Knights. This tends to suggest whatever her 'power' is, it originated from the Emperor (as if the golden glow wasn't a clue) as well as possibly a bond to him.


Page 385
..Adept Zeth’s forge was bathed in the fires of battle as the forces of the Dark Mechanicum pounded her walls with vortex missiles and collapsed the outer bastions with graviton cannons.
Gravitic cannons and vortex missiles.


Page 395
Basek attempted to flee from the screaming Reaver, its weakened shields and depleted ammunition load no match for such a towering foe. Vulpus Rex moved with grace and speed, but in the face of an indiscriminate barrage of missiles it had no chance of evasion. Missiles slammed into the ground, tearing huge craters and hurling chunks of debris into the air.

Her terrain-reading auspex overloaded with screaming, scrapcode interference, Vulpus Rex tumbled into a crater, one of its weapon arms snapping off and its legs buckling as it landed awkwardly.
Missile volley brings the Rex down.


Page 395
All along Ipluvien Maximal’s reactor chain of Ulysses Fossae, a score of fiery mushroom clouds climbed skyward. A blast wave of unimaginable force flattened the landscape for hundreds of kilometres bare of life, and the following firestorm would turn the Martian desert to irradiated glass for ten thousand years.
fusion reactors blow up.


Page 399
Even as fresh wounds appeared on his body, he felt a sustaining power flow from the Manifold to hold him together, a gestalt legacy of heroism and honour that stretched back to his mount’s birth.

The presence of Ares Lictor’s former masters poured into Verticorda, eager to accompany him in its last moments.
Psychostigmatic wounds, Manifold provides some sot of sustenance (psychological or real.) The Manifold it seems is composed not of just the 'current' Princeps, but the thoughts, memories, and remnants of all the others over time.


Page 404
“No, that won’t do you any good,” chuckled Cavalerio as the volcano cannon fired and struck the Warlord’s shields dead on, battering the last of its protection away. The first blast was immediately followed by two more, and the Warlord’s upper carapace vanished in a thermonuclear blast as its reactor detonated.
Warlord detonates.. thermonuclear-like.


Page 404
Reverse left step and bring us back about, Lacus. Divert all shield power to volcano cannon, I want to make this shot count!”
All shield power provides output to volcano cannon.


Page 405
Once again the volcano cannon unleashed its deadly fire, the searing bolt of destruction enhanced with all the power Cavalerio could give it. The enemy Warlord’s shields absorbed the first microsecond of the impact, but collapsed with an explosive detonation that tore the upper tiers of its armour away like paper in a storm. Cavalerio kept his aim steady as the fire built in his arm to a raging, searing sensation, and the enemy Warlord vanished as his fire burned through its hull and sliced it almost in two.

The crew of Deus Tempestus cheered as the Warlord broke in two at the waist, its legs left standing as its torso and upper carapace crashed to the ground in a flaming arc of molten metal.
Super blast drops void shield in microsecond.. sustained barrage slices the titan apart.


Page 406
She looked down at her breastplate, seeing the void projector still intact on her chest, then looked up in surprise. Remiare smiled and spun the pistols to face her, relishing Zeth’s look of confusion.

“I suppose you’re wondering why your personal void didn’t save you,” said the assassin as she skimmed over the ground, circling the ring of steel columns that surrounded Zeth. “These rounds are hand-crafted in the null-shielded forges of Adept Prenzlaur, and utilise technology similar to that found in the warp missiles used by Titans.”
portable Void projector. "null-shielded forges" and miniaturized warp missiles. you thought the Bleeding Chalice super guided bullets were fancy....

Also nice to confirm the titans still have warp missiles.


Page 408
Tharsis Hastatus, an engine that had marched to victory on a hundred worlds, was obliterated in a single salvo. A punishing volley from Aquila Ignis’ hellstorm cannon stripped her of her shields in an instant, and a devastating impact from its plasma annihilator reduced it to smoking, white-hot debris.
Warlord titan obliterated in a single volley from Imperator. White hot debris, assuming iron.. maybe 1-2 TJ? (white hot is 1500K)


Page 410
Metallus Cebrenia was the first to die, her right leg blown off, and an almost scornful barrage of rockets finishing her off as she lay helpless in the ruins of a giant loading bay. Raptoria lasted only moments longer. Her shields were torn away by a sweeping blast of gatling cannon fire, and her speed was no protection from a volley of Apocalypse missiles that flattened an area a kilometre square.
Apocalypse missiles flatten an area a kilometre square.. probably sub kiloton, but that also depends on the manner of warhead.


Page 413
Only Aquila Ignis escaped total destruction, Princeps Camulos turning and marching at flank speed to avoid the tide of molten rock. Even he was not quick enough, the lava flowing around the Imperator’s mighty legs and steadily burning through its shielded plates. Aquila Ignis waded through the lava for five steps until at last its armour failed and its ankles gave way.

At last the towering engine was brought down by the fury of the planet, its immense bulk crashing to the ground, smashed to destruction on the hard rock of Mars. Its bastions crushed themselves, its cockpit decks were flattened by its unimaginable weight and only its Hellstorm cannon survived the Titan’s fall.

In time, this would be salvaged and taken to another world, but for now it had no more death to deal.
Titans obliterated by the release of lava from Magma city.


Page 415
+Only much later, when Dalia dared return to the silver cavern, did she see that the book containing the grand lie of Mars had been taken. +

+ Ten thousand years would pass before the next Guardian was drawn to the Noctis Labyrinthus, but by then the damage had been done. +
Dalia lived 10K years.. which means the new guardian would have been drawn in relatively modern times. We dont know who took the book (yet).
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The problem I've always had with Mechanicum is that it occurs to early in the Heresy series. Unless its actually later than most of the books after it Mars falls to civil war not to long after Istvan, this means that Terra and the rest of the Imperium more or less ignore it for several years while Horus is marking his way accross the Galaxy. The Imperial Fists make a quick attack, grab all the goddies they can and then leg it and thats it.

Terra know Horus is coming, know it will take him a while and know he has an unsupported friendly group just next door to them. They should be doing all they can to get Mars back under control and deal with that threat rather than sitting arround fortifying for 2+ years.

I'd always assumed that Mars fell only a few months a most before Horus arrived in the Solar system, in that case the smash and grab raid makes sense but as it currently stands it seems silly to me.
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Bedlam wrote:The problem I've always had with Mechanicum is that it occurs to early in the Heresy series. Unless its actually later than most of the books after it Mars falls to civil war not to long after Istvan, this means that Terra and the rest of the Imperium more or less ignore it for several years while Horus is marking his way accross the Galaxy. The Imperial Fists make a quick attack, grab all the goddies they can and then leg it and thats it.

Terra know Horus is coming, know it will take him a while and know he has an unsupported friendly group just next door to them. They should be doing all they can to get Mars back under control and deal with that threat rather than sitting arround fortifying for 2+ years.

I'd always assumed that Mars fell only a few months a most before Horus arrived in the Solar system, in that case the smash and grab raid makes sense but as it currently stands it seems silly to me.
Back in the old EPIC Adeptus Titanicus and Space Marine games, Mars is shown as siding with Horus from the onset of the heresy. As such, I have always taken it that loyalist forces on Mars were all but wiped out in the initial onslaught, as shown in Mechanicum . The Emperor and his forces on Terra could have taken Mars back, but the effort would have taken too long and left Terra too weakened to defend itself when Horus did arrive.
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My introduction to 40K was when I got a bunch of the HH books as gifts. Specifically False Gods, Galaxy in Flames, Flight of the Eissenstein. Fulgrim and Mechanicus. I devoured the books in about a week then went looking for more.

The HH series has let me down a lot since that first introduction but there are occasional books (Fear to Tread most recently) that can make me feel that way again.

EDIT: WRT deriving power from the Warp. IIRC, the now-lost Squats in 2nd edition had a "Plasma-Warp Generator" that did exactly that. It was a forbidden technology to the Mechanicus because it was so unstable and cost them one or more of Jupiter's moons experimenting.
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Ah next HH series novel. Tales of Heresy. Basically the start of the (growing) collection of HH novel anthologies. I kind of like some of them better than the non-HH anthologies (at least there's more diversity than [adjective] of the SPACE MARINES') and you got some good interesting stories like 'Last Church', but thats all you can say.

As its an anthology I'm going to blitz through this in three updates posted all at once.

Part 1

Page 9
Ten months, and eighteen identities, most of them so authentic they had fooled Unified Biometric Verification.
Terra of 30K has "unified biometric verification". And since its an abnett story, Terra has oceans now. This will be a point of inconsistency in this anthology. :P


Page 10
He was one hundred per cent certain they didn’t have an orbital grid fix for him, and he was fairly confident they didn’t even have an approximate.
Orbital grid fixes can locate individuals, potentially. Possibly because Tera uses individual locator beacons/trackers. I could see the Custodes implementing that practice.


Page 10
The top of the world had changed in ten months. An entire peak had disappeared from the blinding skyline, a gap at odds with his memories, nagging like a missing tooth. The high altitude air smelled of pitch, molten alloys and shaved stone. Primarch Dorn’s warrior-engineers were crafting their poliorcetics, armouring the highest and most robust steeples of the Earth.
10 months to remove mountains for material to fortify Terra.


Page 11
The coming war had trebled the guards on the gates, quadrupled the gun-nests and automated weapon blisters, and multiplied the biometric sensors a hundredfold.
Increase in Terran security.


Page 11
..accommodating the migrants, corralling their pack animals and servitors, seeing to their needs of food and water and medicine.
Servitors must be damn plentiful on Terra if migrant workers can have them. Also you have to wonder just how many people are migrating to Terra, from where, and who is watching over them.


Page 12
The missing Himilazian peak had been levelled for building materials


Assuming a 1 km peak with a base of 1 km diameter.. at least 600 million tons. That means 2 million tons a day (at least) shifted.


Page 12
...he spent three days labouring with the genestock ogres from Nei Monggol. Nicknamed the migou, they slogged up and down the passes...
"genestock ogres" - Ogryn? They seem a bit too smart...



PAge 13
When he tried to purchase a little qash, however, they turned sour, fearing him to be a genewhip sent into the camps to keep the workforce clean.
In the novel Legion we get the impression Genewhips were specific to the Chiliad, but perhaps it is a term generic to the Imperium, or at least to Imperial Terra. The Great Crusade has its own commissars. At least for some groups maybe.


Page 13-15
He took hold of the migou’s wrist, folded the arm around and broke it against itself with his elbow. The joint went the wrong way, and the arm went so slack, he simply peeled the punchdagger out of the dead fingers.
..
All three of them were titanic creatures, corded and slabby with unnatural, hard-cut muscle definition. It had not occurred to any of them that the Caucasian, though extremely large and well made, would offer them a moment’s problem.

One threw a punch, a blow driven with huge force but desultory effort, as if he was aggrieved that they should be put to such trouble.
...
The blow did not connect with any part of the Caucasian. Instead, it encountered the punch-dagger, which had suddenly been angled to face it.
...
The Caucasian shut him up by jabbing the punch-dagger into his heavy forehead. It cracked in through the bone like the tip of a rock-breaker’s pick.
...
The third migou grabbed him from behind in an ursine hug. The genestock with the broken arm tried to claw at his face. It was all tiresome now. He broke free of the embrace with a shrug of his shoulders, turned and drove his right hand into the genestock’s chest.

The sternum split. When the Caucasian wrenched his hand out again, it looked as if it was wearing a red glove. Most of the migou’s heart was clenched in his steaming fist.
...
With bloody fingers, he bent down, selected a small piece of fire stone, weighed it in his hand and launched it with a snap of his wrist.

It made a pokkl noise as it penetrated the back of the fleeing ogre’s head like a bullet.
Custodian fighting.



Page 15
Rad-wolves had followed the workers down off the plateau, and gathered at night, red eyes in the dark catching the flicker of the campfire rings. Thousands of war hounds patrolled the camp perimeters at night, or lingered on the escarpments before the Palace.
..
.. the growl and shiver of animals mauling one another as the faithful hounds drove off wolves that had become too inquisitive.
War hounds and rad-wolves.



Page 15
He had received regular physiological testing his entire life, and he had memorised all the results in forensic detail so as to best judge his limitations.
Constant psychologicla and mental testing of Custodians.


Page 16
It was too intensive a task for the sentries to scan each labourer in and out individually: the labour gangs would snarl up, and the work would run slow. Instead, the entire gate zone was covered by a biometric reader field, projected by slowly rotating vanes in the eaves of the primary arch.
More Terran security.


Page 16-17

Twenty-four seconds into that second time period, the moving pay-load would enter the biometric reader field.

The qash did its work. He was stiff and dead twelve seconds before he entered the field. The field read nothing except a payload of inert building materials.
Custodian sneaks past the reader... by going dead or comatose.


PAge 17
He focused and performed some purging exercises to throw off the vestiges of the somatic rigour that the qash had induced. Death to most mortal men, near-death to a being like him; a brief, death-like fugue to allow him to slip in through the Palace biometrics.
Custodians can survive and purge near death experiences.


Page 17
Enormous gunboxes and shielded fighting platforms were being constructed around the upper ramparts, and thick dura-plating and adamantium were being bonded to the walls.
Armor being bonded to the walls.


Page 18
...then a doorkeeper, wearing a livery he had purloined from a laundry room and a concealed displacer field to disguise his height and bulk.
displacer fields disguise body features.


Page 18
He lingered in doorways while almost endless trains of servitors brought past trays of raw meats and hydroponic vegetables for the high table.
Terra has hydroponic gardens somewhere.


Page 18
The Palace was bigger than many cities. Its levels and byways took a lifetime to learn. From the rails of high balconies, he looked down into artificial ravines five hundred storeys deep, filled with lights and teeming with people. Some of the great domes in the Precinct, especially the Hegemon, were so vast, they contained their own miniature weather systems. Microclimate clouds drifted under painted vaults. Rain in the Hegemon was said to be a portent of good fortune.
The Imperial palace.


Page 20
When he wasn’t sequestered in secret toil in the deep, private crypts of the Palace, his prey was known to spend a great deal of time in the Hall, measuring the angles of space and time.

It was said that past and future co-mingled at that site...
...
The Hall of Leng, long-beamed and dark, was simply a domestication of one of the materium’s anomalies, a pulled thread in the fabric of time, a scab on the skin of space.
The Emperor.

Page 20-21
..no more displacer field to mask his stature. He had unfolded the cobweb-thin falsehood out of its tiny silver box and wrapped himself in it. It felt as cold and light as snowflakes on his shoulders, back and scalp. Light ignored him, as if he no longer merited notice. It bent around him, twisted away, avoided his form and, in avoiding him, robbed him of shadows and colours too.
"falsehood" more fun stealth tech.


Page 21
His weapon was ready: a Nei Monggol punch-dagger, sharpened to a refined keenness of edge that no genestock knife grinder could have matched. The blade was laced in catastrophically lethal nematode venom distilled and refined from qash resin.
Assassin weapon.


Page 21
He had memorised the traceries of the quantum alarms, and the lumin sensors simply disdained to read his falsehood.
quantum alarms.


Page 23
He could barely see his assailant. Another falsehood was defying the light.
...
He backed hastily across the black tiles as the falsehooded swordsman moved against him.
Traits to recognize falsehoods.


Page 26-27
"Amon" was the start of his name, the earliest part of it. The second part was “Tauromachian” and, together, these two words served most circumstances in which his name was used or spoken. He was Amon Tauromachian, custodes, first circle.

Violent obliteration notwithstanding, custodes lived long lives, far longer than mortal men, and they accumulated long names in those lifetimes. Following “Tauromachian”, which was not a family name but at least one that described the occupation of the bloodline that had provided his gene-source, there came “Xigaze”, the site of his organic birth, then “Lepron”, the house of his formative study, and then “Cairn Hedrossa”, the place where he was first tutored in weapon use. “Pyrope”, seventeen words into his nomenclature sequence, remembered his first live combat, deployed on an orbital of that name. So on, and so on, each new piece of his name honouring an action or a life landmark. Each was awarded him formally, by the masters of the first circle. “Leng” would now become part of his name, the latest ultimate part, recognising his feat in the blood game.

A custodes’s name was engraved inside the chest plate of his gold armour. The name began at the collar, on the right side, just the first element exposed, and then wound like a tight, secret snake around the inside of the plate. For some custodes like Constantin, the oldest veterans, accumulated names had filled up the linings of their torso plates, and the tails of their snakes now ran out around the bellies of the plates, looping like incised belts through the abdominal decorations. Constantin Valdor’s name was nineteen hundred and thirty-two elements long.
Custodes naming conventions.


Page 28
Blood games were a fundamental element of Palace security and a duty of the custodes. It was a matter of honour for them to play blood games out to the very best of their abilities. Using their ingenuity and comprehensive inside knowledge of the Palace and, indeed, Terra itself, the custodes volunteered to test and probe Imperial security, to expose any weakness or chink in Terran defences. They would play wolf to test the hounds. At any given time, at least half a dozen custodes were loose, operating secretly and autonomously, devising and executing methods of penetrating the great Palace.

There would be scrupulous debriefings and extensive interviews, examining Amon’s strategies and dismantling his techniques. Every scrap of information, every morsel of advantage, had to be extracted from the blood game.
Custodian Blood games, and their purpose.

It is mentioned that the GEoM considers the games rather pointless.


Page 29-30
In arming chambers on the lower levels of the House of Weapons, servitors and slaves were ritually plating a squad of proud Astartes of the Imperial Fists, anointing them with oils and whispers as they locked each piece of armour in place. The squad was preparing for a long patrol shift on the southern ramparts. Such was the custom of most Astartes: the ritual, the gloving, the blessing. They were beings wrought for war, their mindsets particular. Ritual aided their singularity of focus. It refined their purpose.

They were not like custodes at all. Like cousins, perhaps, like kin from the same bloodline, the custodes and the Astartes were similar but distinct. The custodes were the product of an older, formative process, a process, some said, that had been refined and simplified to produce the Astartes en masse. Generally, custodes were larger and more powerful than Astartes, but the differences were only noticeably significant in a few specific cases. No one would be foolish enough to predict the outcome of a contest between an Astartes and a custodes.

The greatest differences lay in the mind. Though custodes shared a familial bond through the circles of their order, it was nothing like the keen brotherhood that cemented the Legions of the Astartes. Custodes were far more solitary beings: sentinels, watchmen, destined to stand forever, alone. Custodes did not surround themselves with slaves and servitors, aides and handservants. They armoured themselves, alone, pragmatically, without ceremony.
Differences between Astartes and Custodes customs, as well as the differences in ability - they seem to be closely matched, although that can depend on alot of different factors.


PAge 30
"Dorn armours the Palace for war." Amon said, as more of an observation than a question. Only a custodes of the first circle would refer to a primarch so bluntly.
It's worth noting here that sometime within the 10 months Amon was doing his job, Horus launched his treachery.


Page 31
"The Palace is becoming a fortress. I approve. Dorn has done superlative work."

"It was ever his skill, and the skill of his Astartes. Defence and protection. At this, the Imperial Fists excel."
Imperial Fsits specialisation.


Page 32-33
Information streams from the vast data looms in the sub-levels of the Palace pulsed in the conduits under their feet. Cyber-drones floated under the high vaults, clusters of them moving like shoals of fish, dragged and gusted as if by the wafts of deep marine currents.

The Watchroom was bathed in violet light from the vast overhead hololithic emitters. Data freckled and danced across this smoky dome of light. The comparison/contrast programs running in the central cogitation consoles speared beams of gold and red up into the violet gloom, and roped divergent data elements in lassos of light. The global data sea and the Unified Biometric Verification System were being trawled and panned by the Watchroom’s codifier assembly, and disparate elements were being grouped together, connections made, traces followed. An anti- Unity cell in Baktria had been betrayed by some restricted treatise they had tried to access from a library in Delta Nilus. Pro- Panpacific terrorists had been eradicated in Archangelus, traced by a weapons-buy they had tried to pull off in some backwater Nordafrik shanty. Every day, a billion clues and a million secrets were analysed and examined by the custodes watch, sifted with acute, painstaking precision through the ever-shifting, fluid levels of Terra’s information sphere.
Custodian command central, monitors and processes the data from across the planet. A 'billion clues/million secrets" a day.

Also, Terra at this time is home to a good many terrorist threats. Apparently the Emperor's 'unity' was less than effective. Of course, in modenr times politics tends to be that brutal still...


Page 34-35
It was understood that the Emperor tolerated Sichar’s rule of Hy Brasil – and his barracking and sniping in the Hegemon – in order to heal the old wounds left by the Wars of Unification and encourage ethnic settlement.
...
His opposition to Imperial directives was not so fierce it required him to be placed under house arrest, like Lady Kalhoon of Lanark, or be removed from office entirely and charged with treason to the Imperial state, like Hans Gargetton, chancellor of the Atlantic Platforms, but Sichar was always to be handled with caution.
Emperor's domestic policies.

Page 35
..went to one of the consultation suites on the floor above the Watchroom, where a strategically stationed Sister of Silence maintained an aura of absolute discretion. He laid out all the key intelligence on the screens of a stochastic processor, and began to assess them using the noetic and retrocognitive techniques taught to all custodes.
Use of Sisters of Silence for security purposes (protecting against psychic porection I suspect.) Stochastic proesor and noetic/retrocognitive stuff for (I suppose) review and analysis of data.. basically attmepting to make predictions of some kind is my guess.


Page 36
His off-world holdings were considerable. His greatest possession was Cajetan in 61 Isthmus, a colonial world rich in resources that provided him with a gateway to the lucrative mineral zones of Albedo Cruris.
This Sichar dude has considerable off world holdings. This isn't really surprising, considering Terra is the key to the Imperium even in the modern era. I can imagine as well that the Emperor funded his Crusade through trading offworld resources to local nobles and politicians and such to gain the money he needed, which no doubt made them rich.


Page 36
The threads of connection were vague, but their lines could be traced. Sichar was in direct and regular communication, via astropathic link, with the Governor of Cajetan, and the viceroys of Albedo Cruris II and Sempion Magnix.
"regular" communication via astrotelepathy. The custodians unsurprisngly monitor the astropathic transmissions.

Page 36
Further threads of connection could be traced, via diplomatic back-channels, to elements of the 1102nd and 45th Imperial Expedition Fleets, and through them to minor colonial holdings, and two service and supply fleets operating out of the Chirog Nebula. Intel suggested that the service fleets, amongst other duties, supplied materiel to the Imperial Army deployed forces on the Butan Group.
colonial holdings, political and diplomatic elements to the expedition fleets, as well as mention of "service and supply" fleets. Interesting is that the service/supply fleets were never mentioned in Horus Rising, so they seem separate from the military/Expedition fleet numbers by and large. In fact they probably outnumber the crusade forces.


Page 37

A civilian-pattern Hawkwing, registered to Fancile et Cie, operating out of the Zeon-Ind orbital, it was just another transport coming in along the signal pulse of the Planalto Central traffic beacon.

The flying machine, an orbit-capable bird, wore a burnished metallic skin, and was a wide, elegant shape, like a giant ray or a skate, with broad, triangular wings and a slender dart of a tail.
civilian orbit-capable craft.


Page 38
Most aggravating of all, he was obliged to wear another displacer field to visibly diminish and disguise his build.
More displacer fields


Page 38

His six attending servitors – one for voxcasting, one for medical duties and food tasting, one for environmental surveying, one for translation, one for recording and rubrication, and one for general service – were fine creations of polished blue steel and were, apparently, exactly the sort of suite of service units that would be expected to accompany a senior industrial negotiator.
Various purpose servitors.


Page 40
False cowlings behind the Hawkwing’s afterburners had folded back during berthing, and the sterile compartments within had released sacks of vermicular probes. Sixteen thousand in all, each one an autonomous rope of articulated chrome no bigger than a chopstick. With every passing minute, they were crawling deeper into the fabric of Hy Brasil, spreading wider, chewing their way into data ducts and system trunking, gnawing their way into memory vaults, record banks and datastacks. Some would be found, some flushed by automated security systems, some would follow dead leads and abort when their power cells failed, but some would feast, and transmit their diet back to him.

...
If the burgraves of Hy Brasil discovered that the Custodes had entered their canton without a warrant and riddled their systems with a swarm of probe worms, there would be uproar. It was an egregious violation of Hy Brasilean sovereignty.
fun tech - neat infiltration probes. And also apparently illegal. And not hard to find it seems.


Page 41
Servitors brought them refreshments. The fashion in Hy Brasil seemed to be for mannequins finished in varnished dark wood with brass articulation. They looked like naked nursery dolls: dolls with porcelain faces and hands rendered to seem utterly lifelike, yet whose bodies, beneath their clothes, were crude wood with no effort of realism at all.
Civilian servant servitors.


Page 41
Hy Brasil drew its power from a series of vast reactors buried in the heart of the main conurbation.

The reactors required monumental heat-exchange processes to keep them running within safety tolerances, and as a consequence, the surface levels of the reactor district were caked in thick sheet-ice all year round, forming a gigantic frost park thirty kilometres square in the centre of the Planalto that the hive populations used for recreation.
reactor cooling. Note that the outside is habitable, the planet still has ice... etc.


Page 43
Another figure accompanied the brother, a figure in a coalblack velvet coat and jet body plate. Ptolem introduced him as Ibn Norn, and he was one of the infamous and almost extinct Lucifer Blacks. Such was Lord Sichar’s power and wealth, he had provided every member of his blood family with a bodyguard from the ancient and elite Ischian brigade of Lucifers.
Yet another Lucifer Black. A fair number of them still seem to be around.


Page 43
The Lucifer Blacks were as famous for their perception and their razor-sharp minds as for their fighting prowess.
Lucifer Black qualities.


Page 44
He thought of the views that he and Haedo had seen en route to Hy Brasil: hive cities closing their meteoritic shields; conurbations reigniting field bulwarks and auto defences left over from the last Terran conflicts; oceanic platforms rigging for submarine function and slowly submerging into the protective bosom of the waters. The homeworld was bracing itself for the traitors’ onslaught..
Hives with meteoric shields, field bulwarks/autodefences... oceanic platforms that can function belowground... Also note Terra still has oceans. Despite what Graham McNeill constantly exists.. the planet still has a ton of water on it.


Page 44
At a break in the meeting, Amon checked the infeed of his communication servitor. Nothing had been received from control. Using the data-slate, he also ascertained that nothing of any consequence had so far been received from the probes.
Data feed to servitor, as well as data-slate. Also linked to probes.


Page 46
Haedo opened the back of the rubrication servitor and initialised the compact cogito-analyser hidden behind the ribs. Using invasive programs so acutely coded that no Hy Brasilean systems would even notice them, Haedo linked the unit to the Planalto’s data-sphere.

"The probes have been discovered in the memory cores of the Planalto Administratum."
...

"There is furious debate in the intelligence communities as to whether the data invasion is the work of a foreign power or industrial espionage."
Data hacking functions concealed in servitors. Note the reference of foreign and industrial espionage.


Page 46
"How long will it take them to analyse and trace the vermicular probes?"

"They were sterile and trace-free until they were launched." said Haedo, "but they would collect specific particulates during transit. A decent forensic examiner should be able to trace them back to our craft in a few hours."
Forensic abilities of Terrans.


Page 47
Strike teams summoned from the Palace could be in the heart of the Planalto in less than twenty-five minutes...
REsponse time of Custodians from palace.


Page 48
He took a trigger unit from the pocket of his robes and pressed it.

"Brace for apport." he said. There was a loud, double-bang of over-stressed air pressure as the site-to-site teleport delivered two heavy, metal caskets into the suite directly from the Hawkwing.
...

Alarms, set off by the violent apport and its energy signature, started to pulse.
Site to site teleport. Not exactly stealthy, but useful.


Page 48
Drill teams of the Draco elite, led by Ibn Norn, burst into the holding suite less than four minutes later.
Custodes can gear up in under 4 minutes.


Page 49
Ibn Norn activated his grav arrestor and leapt through the window.
grav arrestor. Basically a human verison of the eldar gravity belts and a compact jump pack, reduces gravity's pull on the body and allows for higher/faster leaps.


Page 49
Haedo and Amon landed on the roof of the largest quay house, disturbing ice powder that had een driven in off the fields. They killed their jump packs and surveyed the scene ahead.
Custodian jump packs.


Page 49
A black figure flew in out of the winter sky, rebounded with agile grace off the spire of the gatehouse and landed in the midst of the milling Draco troops on the main steps.
Norn and his grav arrestor.


Page 50
Dracos bustled around them, checking handheld monitors or breaking heavier scanning equipment out of carry boxes. Voices were chattering urgently. Gun crews were setting up tripod weapons along the shore to watch the ice fields. Packs of gunships purred low overhead.
Monitors and scanning equipment. Tripod weapons. Gunships.


Page 50

Thirty metres from the canopied throne, they threw aside their falsehoods.
Custodes using Falsehoods again.


Page 52
The seventh figure stood in their midst, tall and mantled in a cloak of gold thread and red velvet. His hair was white and cropped short, and his noble face seemed weathered and tired.
Rogal Dorn.


Page 53
"I’m half-tempted to let you attempt to go through me." said Dorn. "I would, of course, hurt you both."

"You would try." replied Haedo. "My lord."
Heh.


Page 54
It was a powerful, two-seater recreational model, painted cobalt-blue, with an upturned nose and hefty ice-blade. Aft of its stabiliser vanes, its ion engines burned with green fury.
Raker.. some sort of boat that moves on ice. and has/uses ion engines.


Page 56-57
The concussion bomb had seen to that. It had vaporised the centre of the Parliament chamber, and brought down the roof. Haedo and Amon had been thrown backwards through wooden partitions into the consular voting room. Amon had been first on his feet.

The assassin had run. Leaving at least one more bomb behind him, he had fled for the fields.
concussion bomb.


Page 58
He had been planning to finish his work by riding the raker out into the middle of the Winter Fields and detonating the device. The bomb would take out Hy Brasil’s vast reactors, buried under the fields. The reactors would annihilate the Planalto.
More exploding reactors.


Page 58-59
In sheer desperation, Amon tore out his trigger unit. There was no time for complex readjustment or re-calibration, no time to punch in an alternate set of coordinates. Amon simply managed to reset the altitude, adding two kilometres. Then he hit the actuator stud and hurled the unit into the cockpit.
..
The site-to-site teleport vanished most of the speeding raker before Amon had even hit the ice.
..
A stabiliser vane and part of the raker’s tail assembly, severed by the teleport beam’s tight focus, clattered and cartwheeled past him, shedding debris, the cut edges glowing and molten.
Site to site teleportation again. Edges turned molten by the teleport.

Page 59
Two kilometres above him, there was a bright flash, followed by a blinding, surging, expanding blossom of white light. Then the noise and the shockwave hit him and stamped him down into the ice.
Concussion bomb.


Page 61
Dawn was still two hours from breaking when the armoured column made its way from the still-burning city and rumbled westwards
2 hours from dawn. Useful later.


Page 61
Heavy tanks of the Imperial Army took the lead, their armoured hulls still scarred and smoke-stained from the bitter fighting inside the planetary capital, followed by low-slung Chimera armoured personnel carriers containing the veteran troops of the Arcturan Dragoons.


Army armour.


Page 62

One of the landing fields was little more than a gaping crater, its insides still glowing like molten glass. A treasure ship had tried to escape the doom of Kernunnos and been caught in the opening salvoes of the orbital bombardment. The flare of its exploding reactors had engulfed the multitudes of terrified refugees fleeing along the causeway and flung smaller craft like toys into the flanks of their larger brethren, leaving a swathe of melted wreckage for kilometres in every direction.
Detonation of starship reactor.


Page 62
Tank commanders swept the-fields with their heavy stubbers as they rode past, their auspex goggles picking out the furtive figures of refugees...
Auspex goggles and pintle heavy stubbers.


Page 63
Thirty kilometres from the city the road began to climb into smoke-wreathed foothills that lay at the foot of a low mountain range that the locals called the Elysians.
30 km or so from mountains.


Page 63
...six hours of constant bombardment from orbital batteries and planetside artillery had turned the hills and the mountainsides into a splintered, smouldering wasteland. The villas of the great and powerful had been incinerated, along with the villages that supported them and huge tracts of the surrounding forestland.
Efffect sof six hours of bombardment.


Page 63
Navigating by orbital maps, the procession passed through the ruined and deserted villages
Orbital mapping navigation.


Page 64
The mountain had been hacked and riven by searing beams and bombardment cannons, its flanks scoured clean and split by massive blasts. Deep craters in the mountain slope contained the wreckage of orbital laser batteries that had attempted to contest the arrival of the Imperial invasion fleet.

Two-thirds of the way up the mountain the road emptied out onto a broad, artificial plateau, carved like a shelf into the side of the mountain and paved over with ferrocrete. The wreckage of more than a half-dozen military ornithopters lay scattered across the landing field...
military ornithopters. Orbital bombardment effects.


Page 64
Within thirty minutes the field was clear, and the troops had assembled by companies into two large formations...
...

Fifteen minutes before dawn there came a brassy growl of thunder...
Means about an hour to get to the base of the hill or so... 30 kph for the armour/APCs mentioned before, perhaps.


Page 65
Servos whined beneath the overlapping plates of their Mark II Crusader-pattern power armour; helmeted heads swept left and right, scanning the landing zone with augmetic optical systems that perceived wavelengths from the infrared to the ultraviolet.
Helmet optical abilities.. uv to IR.


Page 69
But they were all too old, the Allfather told them; not a man among them was younger than twenty years. The trials they would have to endure would very likely kill them, no matter how courageous and strong-willed they were.
...
And so his loyal thanes undertook the Trials of the Wolf, and true to the Allfather’s word, the vast majority of them died.

Out of hundreds, almost two score survived, a number that amazed even the Allfather himself.
...
Ever since, the other warriors of the Legion referred to the Thirteenth as the Greybeards. The members of the company, however, called themselves the Wolf Brothers.
13th company Astartes. Wolf Brothers. They were all older than 20... between 1 in 5 and 1 in 25 survived, and this is an "amazing" survival rate.



Page 75
"Get up." he commanded.

"You are slaves no longer. From this day forwards, you are citizens of the Imperium, and so long as the Allfather lives, you will never bow your knee to another master."
Slavery doesn't exist in the 30th Millenium Imperium. At least not 'obvious' slavery. Inequality, lies, and rabid ideology, but not 'slavery'.


Page 77
"Two ships arrived in system a few hours ago."
human ships, arrive in a few hours.


Page 77
"We’re to conclude all operations immediately and rendezvous with the primarch at Telkara in five months’ time."
..
"Orders have reached the primarch from the Allfather himself. We’re bound for Prospero."
Which means this takes place after Magnus pulled his little trick on Terra. There's roughly 5 months to a year between the time Horus turns to Chaos and Prospero is devastated.


Page 77
"We’ve got warriors and ships scattered all over the subsector, hunting down the last of the Tyrants’ supporters. It could take months just to assemble everyone and see that they’re supplied for the journey."
Months to assemble from across the subsector.


Page 77
Telkara was far to the galactic north, more than two sectors away.
Need to make it 400 or so LY within 5 months... 1000c or so maybe if they start out now.


Page 79
A hololith installed in the bulkhead in front of the Wolf Lord’s acceleration cradle displayed the Stormbird’s trajectory, along with status icons detailing everything from the craft’s airspeed and angle of attack to its weapons’ status, fuel consumption and turbine pressure.

Interfacing with the Stormbird’s onboard systems via his armour’s vox-unit, Bulveye called up the high-altitude reconnaissance images taken of the planet over the past twenty-four hours and began to study the picts with a steely blue-eyed stare.

Page 80
And this world had suffered greatly, the Wolf Lord saw. Much of its landmass was barren and lifeless. Thousands of kilometres of wasteland stretched all the way to the planet’s polar ice caps, leaving perhaps a score of green and vibrant regions strung like a chain of emeralds around the world ’s equator. He could see the outlines of great lakes and inland seas that had been transformed into cracked and broken plains, and broad mountain slopes scoured down to bare, unyielding stone. According to the auspex arrays aboard the Ironwolf, much of the lifeless terrain was dangerously radioactive.
Aftermath of the invasion of this particular planet by the 13th Company. Extensive radioactivity.


PAge 80-81
The pict blurred as it expanded; cogitators in the base of the hololith clattered as the enhancement algorithms refined the smear of tan, ochre and dark grey into low, rounded hills surrounding a gently sloping basin some eighty kilometres across
enhancement algorithms.


Page 82

Their unnatural powers caused widespread chaos and destruction; the most powerful psykers could warp the very fabric of reality itself. More than once during the course of the Crusade, the Expeditionary Fleets had come upon colonies that had fallen under the sway of these nightmarish beings. The Allfather had ordered the planets burnt to ash and the coordinates of the systems stricken from the star charts.
Psykers. Worlds engulfed in chaos are "burnt to ash".


Page 82
"I’ve yet to see a psyker survive an atomic blast." he muttered. "It would explain all that radiation, and the scale of the devastation. They nuked three-quarters of their own planet to wipe them out."

"Except that we’ve seen no indication of any military forces at all, much less atomic weapons."


Implies that atomic weapons can guarantee a psyker kill.


Page 84
It was a spire, narrower at the tips and bulging slightly in the middle, like a dart balanced precariously on the palm of a man’s hand.
..
"It’s more than five thousand metres high.."
..
"And there’s one like it in each of the twenty habitable zones left on the planet."
Dark Eldar spires.


Page 85
“This is a minor world on the very fringe of human space. As best we can tell, there’re perhaps a hundred and twenty million people on the enrire planet: there were cities on Kernunnos that were larger than that! And that’s nothing compared to what awaits us at Prospero.”

120 million is a minor population for an Imperial world. The previous one had cities that large.. and Prospero has massively more people, it would seem.
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Part Deus

Page 91
Bulveye noted that a number of the bureaucrats carried hololith slates and portable vox-units that were smaller and more sophisticated than anything available in the Imperium, which he knew would interest the Iron Priests aboard the Ironwolf. It appeared that Antimon had managed to retain at least some of the technological capabilities that existed prior to the Age of Strife
Hololith slates and vox units more advanced than the Imperium. Conquest invariably carries a technological reorganization.


Page 101
“Fenris, this is Ironwolf – we are heavily engaged by xenos warships! At least twenty, possibly thirty cruiser-sized vessels and dozens of escorts! They caught us completely by surprise – some kind of cloaking field that defeats long-range auspex sweeps—”
Eldar cloaking. The Dark Eldar arrive with 20-30 cruisers and probably several times that in escorts.



Page 104
“And in return the Harrowers returned to their star-ships and rained death on Antimon for seven days and seven nights. Most of the world was laid waste, and hundreds of millions died.”
Dark Eldar bombardment for 7 days straight, decimates most of the world, hundreds of millions killed. Implies the population was much bigger at some point. This probably also explains the irradiation and devastation before,

Assuming incomplete extermintion... 1e6-1e7 megatons at least, and 100 starships.. 16 kt/s to 160 kt/s at least, possibly low megaton range.


Page 116
The raiders were surrounded by a miasma of pheromones, adrenal vapours and narcotic musk; it was all his enhanced physiology could do to filter the poisons before they rendered him insensate. As it was, his head swam and his knees felt weak. He heard Halvdan curse under his breath, and knew his men were struggling as well.
Dark Eldar chem warfare.


Page 118
Bulveye’s right hand was a blur of motion as he drew the plasma pistol from his hip and shot the alien between the eyes.

The alien leader’s headless body had not yet hit the ground before the rest of the Space Wolves opened fire, unleashing a stream of bolter rounds from the surrounding woods into the mass of the assembled raiders. The xenos mob was so tightly packed that every round found a target; the mass-reactive slugs punched through the aliens’ light body armour and exploded within, ripping their limbs and bodies apart.
effect of plasma pistol and bolters on dark eldar.


Page 118
The aliens spun about, shrieking with rage, and fired their rifles blindly into the darkness. Their weapons made a high-pitched buzzing as they fired, spitting streams of hypervelocity splinters into the trees.
Hypervelocity splinters.


Page 119
Streams of splinter fire hissed past Bulveye or spattered against his Mechanicum-blessed armour as the aliens bore down upon him.
Aforementioned HV splinter fire failing to penetrate Great Crusade era Astartes Armor.



Page 120
To his right, he levelled his plasma pistol and fired twice, pointblank, into the press. Aliens burst apart, vaporised by intense blasts of ionised gases or set alight by secondary thermal effects.
Plasma pistol vaporizes eldar (100 MJ or so...) igniting by secondary effects 1-2 MJ (125 j per square cm for flash burns.)


Page 123
Reflexively he began the series of auto-hypnotic rotes that would bring him, layer by mental layer, back to full consciousness. Within a few moments he opened his eyes and took a deep breath to fully activate his pulmonary systems. His armour’s bio-support systems finished their purification routines, leeching away the toxins excreted via the modified sweat glands along his skin and injecting metabolic stabilisers into his bloodstream. By his own estimation he’d been resting for less than an hour. It wasn’t enough, based on the amount of radiation he had been exposed to, but it would have to do.
Space wolf systems for coping with poisons and radiation.



Page 124-125
The Astartes succeeded for no other reason than they were willing – and able – to suffer far more privation and hardship than their foes.
...
...the warriors’ enhanced metabolic functions allowed them to draw nutrients from plants, animals and even inorganic materials that would kill a normal human. They camped in wild, desolate places that left them at the mercy of the worst weather that the planet could produce, and exposed themselves to levels of background radiation that would have killed a normal human within hours.
AStartes ability to survive away from supply lines in some ways.



Page 125
For all that, the Wolves paid a steep price for their success. The constant exposure to radiation had suppressed their natural healing abilities, and coupled with the aliens’ predilection to poison their weapons, it meant that many of the warriors were wounded to a greater or lesser degree. Of the twelve Astartes under the Wolf Lord’s command, three had succumbed to their wounds and lapsed into the Red Dream, a deep coma that freed the warrior’s body to try and cope with the gravest of injuries.
Radiation is occupying/neutralizing space marine healing. Including helping with poison.

Red Dream.. coma state from sus an membrane.


Page 135
The young nobleman drew himself up to his full height, which still left him at roughly chest-height next to the huge Astartes.
Nobleman chest height on astartes. maybe 20-30 cm shorter.



Page 138
Splinters hissed through the air all around Bulveye or rang off the plates of his armour. In reply, he raised his plasma pistol and let off two shots: the first struck the xenos officer as he ran from one position of concealment to another, cutting the alien nearly in two. The second blast struck a raider just as he rose from cover to take shot with his rifle, vaporising the alien’s head and shoulders.
splinter fire doesnt do much against Space Wolf armour. Plasma bolt vaporizes alien head, and bisects another (I assume severing at the waist explosively)



Page 142
“Melta charge! Make us a hole!”

The lieutenant nodded and fitted one of their six anti-armour charges to the hatch. Moments later there was a whoomp of superheated air, and a large, molten hole had been blown through the door’s thick plating.
...

The staging area beyond was littered with wreckage from the blast; smashed containers spilled half-melted debris across the black floor and smouldering, armoured corpses attested to the force of the melta charge’s focused blast.
melta charge.. molten hole through a door. assuming 1 m diameter, 10 cm thick iron door melted.. 300-700 MJ



Page 142
Halvdan pulled a small auspex unit from his belt. The Astartes keyed in a series of commands, and the unit lit up immediately. I’m getting a strong energy source at about seven hundred metres.”
Auspex detects Eldar energy source.. 700 m range.



Page 144
Splinters raked him, but the projectiles sparked and deflected away from the noble – evidently the armiger harness incorporated a defensive force-field of some kind.
force field enhacnement to body armor.


Page 145
At the centre of the chamber, suspended in a complex network of struts and field induction matrices, rested an enormous, spindle-shaped crystal. The feeling of ambient power was thick inside the chamber; each pulse shivered along the Wolf Lord’s bones.
The reactor. Like most things eldar, its based on magic crsytals


Page 146
Splinter fire sparkled across his shields – then a pair of indigo energy beams struck the warrior full in the chest, collapsing the energy field and blasting the man apart.
Dark Eldar beam weapons.


Page 146
The xenos chieftain had no face – or rather, he had a multitude of them. Ghostly, agonised human faces flickered and wailed in the place where the alien’s face ought to be.
..
Bulveye could feel the horror radiating from the terrible holo-mask, as palpable as a knife drawn against his cheek.
Eldar psychologicla horror device.. alot like similar stuff used by the Harlequins and such.


Page 147
Two of the chieftain’s bodyguards leaped into the Wolf Lord’s path, their glaives held ready. He shot them both with blasts of his plasma pistol, dropping them with glowing craters blasted in their chests.
Plasma pistol merely leaves "glowing crates" in dark eldar this time.. nowhere near as impressive as the vaporization.


Page 147-148
Heedless, berserk, the Wolf Lord swung a blow that would have split a normal man in two, but the power weapon struck the dark field surrounding the alien and slowed as though cutting through wet sand. When the edge struck the chieftain it scarcely marked his intricate armour.
..
His axe struck the alien’s force-field and glanced harmlessly off the chieftain’s helm.
..

The Wolf Lord let out a roar of thwarted rage and shot the nimble figure with his plasma pistol, but the bolt dissipated harmlessly against the alien’s force-field.
Strength of dark eldar force field defenses.


Page 154
“Our battle group arrived in-system twenty hours ago and made a stealthy approach to the planet.” the officer on the Stormblade answered. “When we were still about eight hours away, we were engaged by a large fleet of xenos vessels, but we inflicted heavy losses and forced them to disengage an hour later. The survivors have fled towards jump points near the edge of the system.”
20 hours To get insystem. Engaged 8 hours away. Assuming 1 AU away... 12 gees sustained thrust and 1.4% c average velocity. At 10 AU, 128 gravities and an average velocity of .14c

Engaged 8 hours out Implies they probably were traveling at thousands/tens of thousands of km/s with corresponding implications to range and firepower (tens/hundreds of thousands of km range, KE for tank sized macro cannon shells between 100-10,000 MT from the velocity imparted by the ships alone.



Page 156
“Listen to me. I came here because the Imperium needs this world. It needs every human world to come together and rebuild what was lost before. Believe me, the galaxy is a dangerous place.

There are alien races out there that would like nothing more to see our extinction – or worse. You and your people know this better than anyone.”
..
“We must be united in a common cause, Andras. We must. The Allfather has commanded it, and I’m honour-bound to obey. Antimon is going to be part of the Imperium, brother. One way or another.”
Bulveye tries his hardest to persuade his allies-turned-enemies why it is important to join the Imperium. It's more than just honour though, he literally does not want to kill humans. He does his duty, but he suffers for it. I really liked this short story and the depiction of the Space Wolves from this - it's the sort of darkness that really suits 40K better than just 'lolskullz' - especially since it shows the negative side of 'compliance' and the costs on a personal level to those who carry it out. It also tends to gray out the Imperium's supposedly noble goals.



Page 160
The XVII Legion, however, understood the truth, though it was, at times, a heavy burden to bear. Sor Talgron knew that the time was drawing near when the acknowledgement of the Emperor’s divinity would be universally embraced. Faith would become the greatest strength of the Imperium, greater than the untold billions of soldiers that constituted the Imperial Army; greater even than the might of the Legions of Astartes
..
Even the most blinded of Legions, those who most vocally denied Lorgar’s holy scripture, would in time come to understand the inherent truth in the primarch’s words.
..
That the Emperor denied His divine nature did little to smother the fires of devotion within the XVII Legion; only the truly divine deny their divinity, Lorgar himself had written.
"untold billions" of soldiers in the army. There's also an irony here - the Imperium does become a theocracy, but only millenia after the Word Bearers turn to chaos.



Page 165
"Their profane beliefs are deemed incompatible with the Imperium. As a result… Forty-seven Sixteen must burn."

Sor Talgron reeled at the proclamation, shocked and horrified that an entire world that might have been brought into the Imperial Truth was condemned to death merely because of… what?
The planet is to be wiped out, basically.


Page 165
Less than twenty-four hours later more than a hundred and ninety million people were dead – over ninety-eight per cent of the doomed world’s population.

The cruisers and battleships assigned to the Forty-seventh Expeditionary Fleet anchored at high orbit, and for twelve hours unleashed their payload upon the condemned, storm-wracked planet. Cyclonic torpedoes and concentrated hellfire broadsides pierced the storm clouds spanning the planet. Entire continents had disappeared in flames.
high orbit bombardment. We know from "first Heretic" that there are 116 ships in the 47th, and it takes twelve hours. Assuming somehwere between 1e8-1e9 megatons for a probable extinction threshold, we're talking 20-200 MT/s average firepower. the actual "rates" will vary depending on rate of fire of guns (cyclonics will take longer to load and fire than guns, so will result in fewer shots), extent of damage, and class of ship. I should note that not ALL the ships in the fleet are going to be warships - some are going to be troop transports, and escorts and cruisers won't have as much firepower as battleships (but will be more numerous.) There's also the fact the planet has defense shields on at least one city, and the entire damn planet is wracked in storms (having an atmosphere saturated with moisture means it takes more energy to heat it up, amongst other things.) Calling it broadly megaton/s range with potential for gigaton/s (at least for larger ships) works well enough.

Engulfing entire continents in flames suggests considerable firepower. Assuming a 2-5 km high, 1000x500 km area engulfed. Moist air actually has less density than regular air, oddly enough, so we're talking .8 kg per cubic metre, near as I can tell. Specific heat for moist air (at room temperature) is [url=http://www.engineeringtoolbox.com/water ... 9.html=1.8 kg*K[/url], but it actually goes up as temperature rises.... we get between 260-670 TT for one continent...tens or hundreds of tt per contiennt seems likely, so we're in roughly the right magnitude.


Page 166
Protected within a bubble of coruscating energy was the profane palace temple of the enemy, a structure as large as a city in itself. Unwilling to allow even a single heathen blasphemer to remain alive, for that would have been against their lord’s orders, five full companies of the XVII Legion were mobilised, striking down towards the planet’s surface to finish the job.
Planet shielded against the bombardment.


Page 166
Sor Talgron led Thirty-fourth Company down towards Fortyseven Sixteen, the Stormbirds carrying his loyal Astartes warrior brothers descending into the storm-wracked atmosphere. Despite the weight of the preliminary bombardment that had preempted the ground assault, it soon became apparent that the enemy defences were not completely neutralised; blinding arcs of energy screamed up from below, smashing several of the Stormbirds out of the air even as they entered the planet’s atmosphere, the lives of almost a hundred precious warrior-brothers lost in the blink of an eye.
Lightning based anti-air defenses. Seveal stormbirds comprises 100 Astartes. Also note they described the bombardment as a "preliminary bombardment" - that may not even have been a full power assault. We do know starships are capable of multimegaon bombardments from numerous sources (Planetstrike, Tyranid Codex, etc.) so even if it isn't definite mass extinction its internally consistent.



Page 166
Even as the vox transmissions were sent, Talgron’s Stormbird was hit, sheering away one of its wings and shorting out its controls, sending it into a fatal, spiralling dive towards the ground. Assault hatches were blown, and at nineteen and a half thousand metres Sor Talgron leapt from his granite-grey Stormbird...
Anti air defenses striking from nearly 20 km up... forcing Talgron to make a jump.


Page 167
From their altitude the curvature of the world could be seen clearly, and the shattered remains of a city pummelled into the ground by ordnance was spread out as far as the eye could see in every direction. At the centre of the shattered city was the flickering dome, a blister of energy in the fire-blackened flesh of the enemy land.

That dome was easily twenty kilometres in diameter, and rose almost a quarter of that distance above the ground.
The city is quite large obviously, and without knowing how durable it is its hard to measure the firepower/effects from this alone.



Page 167
They landed five kilometres from the flickering dome. The enemy city was a single grand superstructure hundreds of levels high, its grand valley-like boulevards criss-crossed with thousands of arched walkways and lined with balconies and terraces.

Much of it had been blasted into oblivion, but more had survived than Sor Talgron had expected – the glassy material that everything on this world was constructed from was apparently more resilient than it appeared.
The parts of the city they landed in is built of extremely durable material, pulverized but not melted or vaporized noticably, despite the obvious fact they wiped out nearly all life on the planet.



Page 168
Nothing living had survived the brutal bombardment outside the shimmering dome. Those inhabitants of Forty-seven Sixteen that had been exposed to the full brunt of the barrage had been obliterated, flesh, muscle and bone instantly consumed in roaring flames, leaving only circles of ash where they had stood as evidence to their ever having existed at all. Charred bodies in their millions, those who were inside when the bombardment commenced, were strewn throughout the glass buildings of Forty-seven Sixteen. Tens of thousands of them were discovered in the profane temple-shrines dotted all over the city, their flesh melted together into obscene, congealed, fleshy lumps that were almost unrecognisable as having ever been human.
Results to the non city organic parts. Those inside were still charred or fused/melted together, those outside were outright cremated, which tends to confirm the general temperatures I estimated before (1000+K)


Page 169-170
Another blast struck, this time catching one of his warriors, Brother Khadmon, full in the chest as he broke from cover. The Astartes warrior was hurled backwards by the force of the blast, smashing him into another spire with bone-crushing force. He slid to the ground, his armour blackened and bubbling, and Sor Talgron knew that he was dead. Khadmon continued to twitch for several minutes, as flickers of electricity danced across his corpse. His flesh had been cooked within his power armour, his innards and blood boiling; the heat generated by the lightningweapons of the enemy was easily a match for the lascannons borne by the Devastator-Havoc squads.
lightning blast strikes Word BEarer armor.. electiricty. Front of armor black and bubbling, insides cooked and boiling. Assuming chest plate is somewher ebetween molten and bubbling (silicon) - assume 15-20 kg depending on exact thickness. 30-60 MJ at least for melting through chest plate. Boiling a 100-150 kg Astartes is another 27-40 MJ. Broadly, call it double or triple digit MJ, and this is comparable to a Devastator lascannon (or at least one of a heat ray mode)


Page 171
Far from unthinking, predictable automatons, they had proven to be wily and dangerous enemies, constantly adapting and refining their tactics and strategies to best defeat the invaders.

Artificial intelligence.

Such a thing was an abomination.

The Emperor Himself had decreed such research forbidden, part of the compact agreed between Terra and Mars, and to go against the word of the Emperor was heresy of the highest order.
AI unit defence systems.


Page 171
"One hundred and forty-two metres, elevation eighty-two degrees." said Sergeant Arshaq, risking a glance around the spire to get a lock on the enemy.

Range to enemy. Possible bolt weapon range.


Page 172
Concentrated lascannon fire struck again and again at the constructs’ shields, finally overloading several of them and blasting the robotic machines apart, but the sheer weight of fire required to neutralise even a single machine was staggering.
Shielded robots can withstand sustained, multiple lascannon shots (High MJ/low GJ resilience, judging by earlier lascannnon calc)


Page 173
These were new innovations from the forges of Mars, and the land speeder pilots threw their anti-grav attack vehicles from side to side, jinking to avoid incoming fire that speared towards them
Land speeders are "new" as of the attack on 47-16.


Page 173
Heavy bolters spat hundreds of high-velocity explosive rounds towards the enemy constructs above, and multi-meltas screamed as they fired, sending superheated blasts into the foe, overriding their shields and rendering the robotic war machines molten.
Potentail rate of fire of heavy bolters. Multi-meltas equal energetically to several lascannon (high MJ/low GJ in other words)



Page 174
Glowing green targeting matrices flashed before his eyes. Information feeds streamed across his irises as he focused on the target location for his next jump. Two hundred and seventy-four metres, his head-up display informed him.
Possible bolt weapons range, but definite range of jump pack jump. Note the info feeds and targeting crosshairs.


Page 175
Targeting crosshairs appeared in the corners of his vision, drawing his attention, and he turned his head to see another group of enemy war constructs a hundred metres to his side, stepping smoothly out onto a terrace built into the side of a clifflike section of the city’s superstructure.
targeting crosshairs again.


Page 176
...Sor Talgron saw the information feed from another of his warriors go dead.
Info feed from warriors.


PAge 177
They stood almost as tall as a Dreadnought, though they were far less bulky than the deadly war machines of the Astartes Legions.

Each of them had a human-like torso made of the same semitransparent glassy material that formed the entire city – manufactured perhaps for its non-conductive properties – and featureless heads filled with circuitry sat upon their shoulders. In place of humanoid legs, each of the constructs was borne upon three slender multi-jointed insectoid limbs – each perhaps three metres long if extended straight.
...
The arms of the constructs were like those of men, except that their forearms ended in long, tapering spikes of silver instead of hands.
The construct-AIs.


Page 178
Stepping in close and grunting with the effort, Sor Talgron smashed his power maul into one of the construct’s insectoid legs. Though fragile looking, the slender limb was as hard as tempered plasteel, and while thousands of tiny cracks spread up and down the glassy limb, it did not shatter.
not only thermally resistant, but tough too.


Page 179
The shield of another of the constructs was brought down, and a melta-blast turned the torso of the machine molten, superheated glass running like lava, dripping down its legs and onto the floor with a hiss.
Melta vs construct. Larger but less bulky than a Dreadnought, lets say half a ton (more than an Astartes, but less than a Dreadnought. Assuming silicon we're talking 1000 MJ.


Page 180
Sergeant Arshaq planted another bolt into its artificial cranium as it staggered. The high explosive round found a crack and detonated within the constructs head, spraying shards of glass in all directions.

However, even in death it was a deadly foe. It floundered, staggering drunkenly, electricity leaping from the stump of its neck.
Bolters vs Droids.



Page 180-181
The thirty-metre fall would likely have killed a lesser man, but Sor Talgron pushed himself unsteadily to his knees, his bones bruised but unbroken.
30 metre fall nothing to Astartes. Unless it's on stairs.


Page 182
The weight of fire being directed against the immense lightning-dome from the ground was awesome. Hundreds of tanks were bombarding the flickering, curved sides of the shield at a scale that would have long ago felled city blocks. A demi-legion of Titans, immense machines of destruction crafted by the adepts of Mars that stood as tall as buildings, unleashed the full power of their weapons against the shield, yet even these, amongst the most potent weapons the Imperium of Man was able to construct, appeared to have little effect.
hundreds of tanks would level city blocks. 200-200metre area maybe? Call it 10-20 m diameter. depending on number of shots and tanks. tens, or hundreds of kilos of TNT equivalent assuming HE shells, angling more towards "hundrds" (up to 1-3 tonnes for the upper end of the estimate.) Titans are at least of a similar magnitude


Page 182
Sor Talgron was almost blinded as another searing orbital strike split the sky, lancing down through the upper atmosphere to smash against the top of the shield. Still it held, an impenetrable barrier that it seemed would not be breached, no matter the amount of ordnance thrown against it.
Orbital stirkes are doing nothing agianst it either.


Page 183
...striking at one of the giant Warlord-class Titans blasting at the shield-dome from afar.
...
..and the forty-metre-high colossus toppled, smashing down on top of a pair of Land Raider battle tanks, crushing them like paper.
40 metre tall Warlord.


Page 184

...less than a quarter of his jump pack-equipped warriors had made it this far...
...
He had only enough Assault squads remaining to take down three of the spires, and he had no idea if that would be enough to have any real effect on the shield.
Talrgon's remaining forces. Maybe 20-30 Marines. Let's call it 150 mines.


Page 186

The melta bomb clusters placed around the base of the three silver spires detonated simultaneously.
...
As the melta charges turned its base to a superheated morass of bubbling liquid and hissing gas, the spire began to sag. With a metallic groan, accompanied by wildly discharging electricity, the kilometre-high spire collapsed and fell inwards, straight towards the shield-dome.
. Assuming each spire is 5 meters in diameter and they melta 5 metre hole, assuming silicon.. 10 GJ or so per mine. Call it roughly high MJ/low GJ, because its always possible I'm overestimating dramatically, and that fits roughly in the OoM for melta charges anyhow :P


Page 188
Only the warriors of Squad Helikon had made it through the gap. The other three of the surviving Assault squads were stuck outside the shield-dome. Sor Talgron swore.

It had taken all of the squads’ melta bombs to create even that momentary crack in the enemy’s defence
Maybe 4 suqads.. so I wasn't far off.


Page 191
It seemed that the entire superstructure of the enemy continent-city revolved around this strangely alien building, and all the walkways, ramparts and flyways within the veil led towards it.
...
They covered the ten kilometres to the heart of the city swiftly, moving at a fast pace that they could have maintained for days on end.
The superstructures are.. continent cities. Which kinda puts an interesting spin on the earlier bit about firepower encompassing continents..


Page 191
"Life readings." he warned, consulting the squad’s auspex.
Bio signs on auspex.


Page 194
...but there were only half a dozen, facing more than forty thousand. Even Astartes would eventually be dragged down by such numbers.
half a dozen astartes cant take 40,000 on.


Page 200
Sor Talgron felt hollow inside. They had committed genocide because of a misunderstanding.
Genocide. surprise! its a world that worshpped the Emperor. Yeah, don't ask me how that happened either.



Page 201
A moment later, scores of coalescing shapes began to appear around the circumference of the tiered prayer-levels above, teleporting in from the Fidelitas Lex in low orbit overhead. They appeared at first as little more than vague shimmers of light, then as more solid forms as realisation was completed.

One after another, a hundred Terminator-armoured Astartes materialised..
Teleporting in 100 Marines from a single ship form orbit.


Page 202
Lorgar was as magnificent and terrible to behold as ever. His scalp was completely hairless, and every inch of exposed flesh was caked in gold leaf, so that he gleamed like a statue of living metal. The sockets of his soulful, impossibly intense eyes were blackened with kohl, and Sor Talgron was, as ever, unable to hold the Urizen’s gaze for more than a fraction of second.

There was such vitality, such depth of pain, such intensity and yes, such suppressed violence in Lorgar’s eyes that surely only another primarch could hope to stare into them without breaking down weeping before this living god.

He stood a head taller than Sor Talgron, and his slender physique was encased within a magnificent suit of armour.
Lorgar. The Emo primarch, poster child of frustrated expectations, and the man who brought everyone great misery because he couldn't have his gods.


Page 203
"It is my belief." Sor Talgron said, looking towards Lorgar, "That a race memory of the God-Emperor lingers in the subconscious of the inhabitants of Forty-seven Sixteen. They are devout, and worship Him faithfully, albeit as a crude, elemental force."
You have to wonder how these people know of the Emperor as a god, since he hasn't exactly existed in any obvious form until the Warp storms hit. feel free to speculate.



Page 207
Before the shocked worshippers of Forty-seven Sixteen could react, the entirety of the First Company began firing. The sound was deafening, blotting out the screams. Bolters and autocannons were swung methodically from left and right, mowing down unarmoured men, women and children indiscriminately. Heavy flamers spewed their volatile liquid fire down into the packed masses.

Ammunition was expended, and the First Company Terminators calmly reloaded, slamming fresh magazines into place, replacing drums of high-calibre rounds, threading fresh belts through arming chambers and replacing empty canisters of promethium with fresh ones. Then they simply continued firing.
The entire event happens throughout the (brief) conversation Lorgar and Sor Talgron have.. probably no more than a few minutes tops. 100 Terminators have enough firepower (at least) to masscare 40,000 men, women and children in that time.


Page 214
The Knight spoke in Thought-Mark, one of the symbolic sign languages employed by the Silent Sisterhood. Small in scale, full of delicate gestures of finger and thumb, it served to convey concepts of great subtlety or intricate nature. It was far more graceful than the large, sharp motions of BattleMark, the command language used by the Sisters to communicate on the field of conflict, far more complex and nuanced. Many of the fine inferences of Kendel’s intent could not have been translated directly into spoken Imperial Gothic. There were shades of degree in her statement that no human voice could ever have delivered...
Silent Sisterhood sign language.


Page 215
The Aeria Gloris, as with every starship in service with the Divisio Astra Telepathica, was equipped with aphonoria, great spaces within their hulls where sound-deadening technologies rendered the closest equivalent to absolute quiet.
Because they're mute, you know!


Page 217
...where Mollitas and Kendel showed bare flesh, almost three-quarters of Nortor’s throat had been replaced with a mechanical augment. Made of a polished silver-steel, her artificial implant served the function of flesh destroyed during an engagement against the Jorgalli, inside one of the xenos’s bottle- worlds. As well as her neck, much of the Null Maiden’s lungs were also synthetic proxies assembled by the Sisterhood’s biologians.
throat augmetic. Also artificial lungs


Page 218
...and yet, while the Emperor was no deity, it could not be denied that his magnificence was so great that granting him such exalted status was at least an understandable mistake. But it was something to be expected of common, unsophisticated tribals from the feral worlds, not the educated men and women of the Imperium.
People can't believe some find the Emperor a God, even if he glows.


Page 219
The exact number and disposition of Black Ships that prowled the galaxy purposely remained an unknown; all that could be certain was that the worlds of the Imperium would witness one of them appear in their skies at a preordained time of tithing, ready to accept their cargo.
That means any estimate as to numbers (Such as in Chapter War) is at best an estimate. Considering there are perhaps billions of Astorpaths, and that's a fraction of the usable psykers (1 in one hundred maybe?) Assume they collect 100K each year for 100 years.. that's still many tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of such ships. Logically I'd expect at least a couple per sector to run the trips in sequence or something/


Page 221
Chance mutation within the human genome, once in every million, might create a psyker; but in once in several billion would yield the precious jewel of the Pariah gene, the Untouchable. It was the cold logic of evolution that brought them forth. If the unfettered mental power of a psyker existed, then in balance there had to be those at the opposite end of the genetic spectrum – those whose minds were the absolute antithesis of the warp-touched, whose presence alone was enough to nullify the raging psi-fire. Each Sister was an Untouchable, a psychic blank forever protected from the sorcery of the witches they hunted. Immune to psychic attack, their very aura enough to disrupt and distress their prey, there were no better warriors to fulfil this great duty.
one in one million creates a psyker. contrast with 1 or 2 in 100,000 10 millenia later. If that ratio holds consistent.. in another 10K years it will be down to 1:10K. 1:1000 in 20K years, and so on. That means humanity would be a fully psychic race (like the Eldar) in about 50K years.

Interestingly enough, the Pariah ratio stays constant for whatever reason. They haven't died out, but it hasn't exactly become the dominant gene either. That means in a population of quadrillions there are likely to be millions of Pariahs, and billions of psykers.



Page 223
The Validus, in contrast to Kendel’s ship, was at the end of her cruise, her decks groaning with a bounty of telepaths, pyrokenes, kineticates, dreamers and mindwitches of every stripe.
Psyker types


Page 223
For all their combat capability and advanced stealth technologies, the craft in service to the Astra Telepathica were not invulnerable.
Black ships have advanced stealth features.


Page 226
Typically, Sisterhood transmissions sent to locales beyond line-of-sight were despatched not with words but in an ancient machine-readable variant of ThoughtMark known as Orskode, a echanical rattle of clicking that to untrained ears would resemble the sounds of turning cogwheels.
Morse code I suppose lol.


Page 227
...beating at the energy bubble of the Geller field, clawing at the craft that dared to penetrate this realm of pure psychic force; even the massed numbers of Untouchables aboard were not enough to hold such energies at bay. Without the protective barrier, the Aeria Gloris would be engulfed.
Lots of untouchables still won't keep the warp away.


Page 227
Power still flowed through the derelict, but the craft made no moves to turn to meet them, nor to offer communication through vox or tight-beam laser.

Page 228
Cogitators programmed for just such tasks passed orders, via festoons of golden commwire and mechadendrites, to servitors using scrying scopes to measure the energy spectra being broadcast from the other Black Ship. By agonising moments, they brought the vessel’s protective envelope into synchrony with its neighbour.
..
It would take their constant stewardship to maintain the merging of fields; a single miscalculation would collapse both, and open the starships to the ocean of insanity lapping at their keels.
Merging gellar fields. It requires precision, you can say that much. What exactly they're synchronizing you have to wonder.



Page 229
...on the lower decks of the Aeria Gloris, power moved to mechanisms capable of tunnelling through the layers of spacetime, and a great flare of boiling light enveloped the ship’s teleportarium stage.
Teleporters. Untouchables don't seem to screw with warp technology. Then again they don't mess with void shields or warp engines either. That suggests whtever they mess with in psykers its biological.


Page 230
..she had ordered the teleport servitor not to target them too deeply into the Validus’s mass, for fear that the risk of a mis-integration would grow with the distance of projection.
Dangers of teleportation.
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Page 231
...Sister Leilani dutifully moved to the stanchion, tracing the scanning device over its length. She frowned and repeated the action, clearly unhappy with the initial reading.
...
"The auspex suggests that this piece of the ship’s structure is far older than the rest of the metal in this corridor…" Her frown deepened. "By the order of several million years."
Starship artifically aged. I'd love to know how they dated it.


Page 232
Among the pieces of the dead raptor were shiny golden psiber circuits that flashed as they caught the light.
psiber circuits from a psyber raven.


Page 232-233
More beams stabbed out to reveal a large, pale-furred mastiff as it sniffed in the direction of the women. The snout of the enhanced canine was brown and wet, and as it panted, the glassy vials of accelerant fluids implanted in its back clinked together. To one side, Nortor snapped her fingers in a command string, but the animal ignored her.
..
The en-dog was looking up at them again, and slowly its lips drew back to show metal teeth, a low growl building in its throat. Kendel heard the fluid in the tubes bubble and hiss.
..
Before the en-dog had the chance to rock forwards off its steelclawed feet...
en-dog. Those must have been the big white dogs I saw in the Sisters of Silence pictures in the collected Visions book. Cyborg dog basically.


Page 234
The deck plans of the Validus had been encoded into the memory tubes of Leilani’s auspex, and once the boarding party had found their bearings, it was a simple matter to orientate themselves in order to scale the Black Ship’s inner tiers..

deck plans in auspex "memory tubes."


Page 235
..in the event of any shipboard catastrophe of such magnitude that the command crew could not overcome it, failsafe switches would flood the dungeon decks with Life-Eater, a bio-weapon of terrible swiftness and horrific virulence. If the Sisters aboard this ship were as dead as the serfs they had found, then so were the witches.
Life eater failsafe in case of catastrophe. Better the psykers die horribly than get away.


Page 235
They moved deeper into the Black Ship’s interior, past long corridors of testing cells walled in with spherical shields made of psi-toxic phase-iron..
Phase iron. This shit is pretty damn common (it shows up in every James Swallow novel for example)


Page 235
..stalled carriages on angular rail channels that in other times would shuttle crew and material from tier to tier and down the city’s-length of the vessel were frozen in midjourney..
means of getting around on Blackships.

Page 239
...the massed psyker cargo awoke as one, burning out the neuroshackles that held them in check, the potent dampening filters pumped into their bloodstreams becoming weak and ineffective.
Psyker control mesures.


Page 240
Only the most highly trained, the most tightly controlled of the astropath kindred could ever serve aboard a vessel that was such a riot of psi-noise, and even then the life expectancy for them was a fraction of that of their fellows aboard normal ships of the line. Even their sanctorum, isolated from the rest of the craft through advanced technologies, energy fields and thick walls of psiresistant metals, was pale shelter for them.
Astropaths aboard black ships. Unsurprisingly, it's pretty brutal.


Page 241
Usually, the astropaths aboard a craft of this class would live in a null-gee bubble, cut off from the graviton generators of the rest of the ship so that they could float freely..
...
But here, the nullifying field was inactive...
null-gee field seems to be a comfort issue aboard starships.


Page 244
She saw a leering grin and eyes wide, showing too much white. Haloes of vapour formed around his hands and she felt the already-low temperature drop still further. He was conjuring snow out of the air, grabbing it and moulding it into blades of ice.

Kendel knew the kind well: a cryokene.
Ice psyker.


Page 244-245
He entered the invisible zone about her where the Sister’s Untouchable nature created a pool of nothingness in the shadow-space of the warp. Some of Amendera’s kindred were stronger in this than others, and in some the great gift of Silence manifested itself in different ways; for the Oblivion Knight it was an unseen sphere that extended beyond her flesh, dampening the power of any psyker with increasing severity the closer they came.

The cryokene stumbled, the ice storm he had been creating from thin air suddenly evaporating in his clawed hands, the ice shattering.
Effects of Pariah. Not horribly different from other examples here.


Page 249
~I sense witchkind,~ noted Sister Thessaly. ~Close at hand ~
Pariah's can detect psykers. Probably why they are good at hunting them. I suspect its an adverse reaction to psyker radiation or whatever.


Page 249
At this, Nortor clasped her fist into her palm, tapping out an interrogative tone-message through the signal-generating touchpads on the knuckles of her glove. Leilani heard the short-range signal echo through the vox in her wargear.
Signal touchpads for contact via comms.

Page 251
At first, some of the crew-serfs claimed to see ghosts stalking the corridors; such sightings were not uncommon on ships where the raw agony of caged telepaths left psychic stains upon the bulkheads, but these were no ordinary wraiths.
Black ships are haunted.


Page 252
~The very worst and the very strongest of the Validus’s tithe of witchkind shambled together and became an amalgam.~
...
"A group-mind, the spontaneous formation of a shared telepathic consciousness. On Ancient Terra, in the Age of Strife, the nation-state of the Jermani had a word for it. Gestalt."
A Gestalt. Word bearers seem to like doing this with Pyskers, but I suspect any joining of minds to produce greater effects could be treated as a gestalt. This is just a more extreme version producing physical effects.


Page 254
Like the eye she had replaced, it would have been a simple matter for the Sisterhood’s chirurgeons to have patched and regrown the damaged flesh on Emrilia’s face, to have made her seamless and whole again...
Patch and regrowing flesh.



Page 258-259
Beyond the hatch was a chamber that ended in a smouldering molecular furnace.
..
Executed here, on the iron deck, then cast into the open maw of the machine, their bodies would be reduced to ash; it was believed that no psychic could reconstitute themselves after such a killing.
Molecular furnace for cremating, based on the idea pyskers cna't come back from a pile of ashes. Daemons probably can, though/

Page 259
The hundredfold members of this unnatural psychic amalgam...
100 members in amalgam


Page 261-262
Any handful of the psykers present in the chamber would have been more than a match for two Oblivion Knights and a novice-sister, and as one in this strange meta-concert, they doubtless wielded enough power to kill them all in an instant, crushing them by bringing down the deck above, by burning off all air in the chamber by pyrokene firestorm or any one of a dozen methods.
untouchable/Psyker ratios.


Page 263
Precognition was a known and documented psionic effect, although extremely rare and difficult to interpret.
Precog is rare.. at least in the Imperium's experience.


Page 264
"I am only the portal, the messenger and the message. Across the madness of the warp, where time and space become unravelled and the tapestry of events falls apart. I call to you from then." Hands grabbed at her robes. "I warn you from your tomorrows. Your now is my past. I am living in the hell I wish you to uncreate, centuries gone and the fires still raging."
From the 41st Millenium to be exact,


Page 265

...as incredible as it seemed, was not possible. It was the warp, after all; and in the warp, all things were malleable. Emotion, distance, thought, reality. If dimensions such as these were distorted here, then why not time itself?
YEah, why not? It's not like we haven't heard of starships arriving centuries later than intended, or hours ahead of the time they actually leave.


Page 267
"We are Untouchable." Leilani husked. "They say we have no souls."

"We have." came the reply. "Else I would have had nothing to burn, no coin to pay my way here."
Untouchables have souls. Technically this isn't unprecedented, since Ravenor's untouchable burnt out from constant exposure to a psyker/daemon thingy. Pariah's aren't no limits. They probably have souls, it's just that the Pariah gene blocks it's access.


Page 268
...in order to make this bridge across the warp, sorcery of the darkest stripe would be needed. Her Pariah gene, burned from her DNA. Her literal self, subsumed into a mass-mind for the sole purpose of punching a hole into the past.
Like I said, it's happened before. Hell, they probably could even be psyker/Pariahs.. they just wouldn't tell because the pariah blocks it. Sorcery is the other obvious example.


Page 271
She lay suspended in a bath of pale pink fluids, her body for the most part naked except for places where metal devices were joined with puckered, inflamed skin.

A narthecia tank, a great cocktail of medicines and liquids that mended burned flesh or torn skin. The Knight had often seen the like in the medicae decks of the Aeria Gloris, but in all her service she had never found herself in one of them.
40K version of a bacta tank.


Page 275
The battle-barge spewed forth a swarm of unmanned probes that darted out from the warship’s armoured hull in all directions, turning and weaving a complex pattern like bees around their hive, their scanners seeking any sign of immediate threat. A few minutes later, patrol craft erupted from their mechanical wombs on white-hot plasma jets. They formed up into three squadrons, one fore, one aft and the other circling the battlebarge amidships.

Thus protected, the Spear of Truth began the long process of slowing its immense speed.
Battle barge deploying unmanned (or at least servitor/machine spirit controlled) probes to scout the system. And scout ships of course.


Page 276
the Spear of Truth, like all starships, was most vulnerable dropping out of warp space. Just as a man requires time to orientate himself upon recovering consciousness, so too did the battle-barge and its inhabitants need to adjust to realspace.
Warp emergence is a time of vulnerability for ships.. reconfiguring engine outputs, sensors being disrupted, crews disorientied, etc.


Page 276
Astelan had heard that newer versions of armour had been developed, with reinforced joints and fewer weak spots, but it had been more than four years since his Chapter had been in contact for a substantial resupply.
4 years since exploratory fleet kept in contact. I guess not all o them are in regular contact with terra or elsewhere. also better marks of power armor.


Page 278
Astelan looked up at the huge digital display that rendered all of the incoming data into an understandable image. It was crude at the moment, little more than a wire-frame schematic of the system and its major planetary bodies, and would take several days for the picture to be completed as the surveyor probes raced through the system sending back their findings.
...
Over the coming hours, eighteen more vessels broke from warp at various points around the star system’s outer reaches, each spawning its own small brood of escorts and augury devices.

Seven more battle-barges, three fleet carriers and eight light cruiser-class warships descended upon the silent worlds orbiting the deep-red orb at the system’s centre. Invisible, tight-beam laser communications criss-crossed the void seeking the whereabouts and conditions of the other fleet members. After several hours, contact was fully re-established. The fleet correlated their courses and calculated velocity descents for rendezvous, inbound towards the core worlds.
took hours for the rest of the fleet to arrive. 8 Battle Barges, 3 carriers, 8 light cruisers. No mention of escorts. I imagine they're sublight escorts, or maybe they're off elsewhere. Several days for the sensors to map out the system through socuts and probes.


Page 278-279
It would be at least seven more days before the fleet had decelerated to something approaching orbit navigable speed, and he was determined to use that time to gather as much information as possible about this uncharted stretch of the galaxy.
7 days from whatever the warp emergence point is to orbit-navigating speed (Around a planet.

If we assume they're pulling 1-2 gees we're talking 5-10 thousand km/s roughly... about 2-3% of lightspeed. If we work it backwards.. 1 AU is pretty pointles,s since they'll pull it with a single gee and probably only pull a few hundred km/s either way (not impossible, Thorpe did this in Angels of Darkness AND Annihilation squad.) But even at 2 billion or so km, 7 days means 2-3 gees and 2-3% of C. Funny that :D


Page 279
A radio signature, faint or perhaps even nonexistent, had brought the Dark Angels here; the merest chattering murmur against the background radiation of the universe.
Radio exists and they search for it. May or may not be part of the vox network.


Page 279
In the early years the forces of the Great Crusade had met with huge success, bringing the Imperial Truth to hundreds of worlds in the relatively densely populated systems around Terra. Here, in the yawning chasm between spiral arms, such colonies had always been sparse..
Unsurprisignly, the regions close to terra are more densely populated (and older) than on the edges of the system.


Page 280
Four days, he told himself. Four days for a positive contact. Four days before he ordered the fleet to turn around and head outsystem for another jump. It would be a waste of time to decelerate for longer, with the attendant need to accelerate again ready for warp jump, and so he gave his hopes four days to manifest.
While they have magical fusion torches, when you've been on independent operation for years there's no point in wasting any more fuel than you have to.

Page 281
The dark shape of a planet could be clearly seen intruding upon the edge of the orb. That was nothing new, either. They had been closing on the world for three days now and they would reach it in two more.
This suggests 5 days to approach the system. It's not really going to change the accel values much.. 3-5 gees and 3-4% of lightspeed for 2 billion km.


Page 283
Around them the hangar was full of drop-pods, the immense shapes of Castellan-class bombers and Harbinger assault craft, as well as the hawk-like forms of five Deathbird interceptors.
Bombers and assualt craft and interceptors. The Imperium has LOTS of fighter variants


Page 283
Belath’s fleet and Chapter had joined Astelan’s only two weeks earlier in the Calcabrina system.
Two weeks maybe to travel fro one systme to another. a few hundred c.


Page 284
Given that the Legion’s strength had increased by almost twenty thousand in the last few years, it was no shock to see that relatively junior Astartes were occupying command positions. After contact with Caliban many company officers had been promoted to Chapter commanders over the new recruits, and it was this that had seen Astelan’s own rapid rise to prominence.
Dark Angels have increased in numbers by "twenty thousand". We dont know how big the Legion was before hand but, given Astelan's comments in Angels of Darkness, it probably was 10-20K itself prior to Caliban. Collected visions suggests that each leagion was at least 100K though so... hard to say.


Page 287-288
"When we go to war, we must do so in the sure and utter knowledge that it is right. From this comes our wholehearted dedication to victory. We must be a terrible foe, and must do terrible things, in order that others will learn from our enemies’ follies. Once unleashed, out anger cannot, and should not, be stayed. Relentless on the attack, intractable in defence, these are the hallmarks of the Astartes. Yet, it is perhaps all too easy to stir ourselves to angry war for small reason. You must remember that a world crushed beneath our heel may be resentful, and requires garrisons and resources to guard it. A world that comes freely to accept the wisdom of the Emperor must be embraced as a brother for they will add strength and not detract it."
I rather like Astelan's view on things. Sufficed ot say Belath is a bit of a mindless zealot who all but worships the Lion as a god (quite heretically even above the Emperor, it seems from this novel), which serves to underscore much of what occurs in Angels of Darkness.


Page 288
"We are perfected in body and mind to be the sword of the Lion." said Belath. "Where he directs, our blade falls. It is not our part to judge the punished, merely to administer the punishment. Let diplomats and bureaucrats argue the reasons and let us be dedicated to the annihilation of our enemies."
Belath's view on the matter. I wasn't joking about the zealotry. We often hear him refer to "The Lion this" and "The Lion That" and it rapidly makes him an annoying and unlikable character. That was Gav's intention I am sure, but then again I'm not predisposed to liking the Dark Angels either.


Page 288
"You command more than a thousand of the finest warriors in the galaxy, as do I.."
Eighteen ships, two thousand Marines. No sign of army units. This is a rather small Expeditionary fleet (numbers wise) but it's also pretty damn Marine heavy. Assuming 100 Marines per ship we're talking about 300-400 ships at least for the Drark Angels fleet, at least, up to 1200. Probably doens't include any escorts.. that would inflate it to thousands.

Assuming this was an "average" fleet size for an Expedionary fleet we're talking around 80K starships for the primary fleets.


Page 289
"A great double door of carved wood stood out incongruously from the plascrete walls and metal decking. The carvings were of an angular, abstract design. Astelan ran his gauntleted fingers over the lines and curves, tracing them."

"I fashioned these doors myself." the Chapter commander said, looking at Belath. "For many hours I laboured, copying designs from memory seen on the long halls I grew up in upon the Sibran Steppes of Terra. There is a tale in these patterns, for those who know how to read it."
One of the things I've always likeda bout the depictions of certain Space Marine authors is when they give them a creative outlet or impulse (like Scrimshawing and the Imperial Fists) it adds extra dimensions to the "mindless killer" aspect.


Page 290
"We are currently standing out some seven hundred thousand kilometres from low orbit on the standard ediptic plane. No visual data is yet available, but I have highlighted sources of energy spikes and radio interference. Most likely they are urbanised areas."
Apparently their telescopes or related devices aren't powerful enough. 700,000 km away


Page 292
The dropship could be more likened to a small fortress than a transport, silhouetted against the cloudy sky. The outline of the drop-ship was broken by eight armoured turrets armed with lascannons. Smaller automated defences swivelled back and forth; rocket multi-launchers and anti-personnel heavy bolters peered towards the horizon with unliving eyes.
Identified as a Harbinger class drop transport in the preceding sentence. Reminds me of the old epic stuff for Thunderhawks and stuff.


Page 292-293
The whine of anti-grav engines caused Astelan to step aside from the ramp. Ten jetbikes swept past in pairs, their riders clad in stripped-down armour.
...
Following closely behind, heralded by the deeper thrum of their engines, two land speeders shot from the bowels of the Harbinger...
recon force. Note the proliferation of jetbikes.


Page 293
Astelan cast his gaze left and right, taking in his surrounds, the landscape digitally projected onto his eyes by his helmet’s autosenses so that the dark was almost as bright as day.
Helmet autosenses projecting landscape onto eyes.


Page 295
The jetbikes were almost three kilometres distant, several minutes from supporting units.
3 km in several mintues (2-3 minutes) is 60-90 kph.


Page 295
It was the unmistakeable whine of approaching jets.

The defence arrays on the Harbinger also detected the incoming craft and a hail of missiles streaked skywards upon trails of fire, screaming to the west.
Aircraft. Defence arrays seem to be automatic and can target from beyond visual range.


Page 296
The tactical display showed that Sergeant Cayvan was moving his three squads forwards on his own initiative, securing the boundary of the woods.
I'm not sure where this "tactical display" is being projected. This may be something part of Astelan's helmet (Chapter commander gear?) but given whta we know later, this is rather unlikely.



Page 296
A different tone signalled a message incoming from orbit.

"I have coordinates for orbital barrage confirmed." It was Belath, his tone quiet and assured.
Implied orbital barrage order. The interesting thing is that prior it said the ships were 700,000 km from the planet, so they may be firing from that far away. However, it is not definite.


Page 297
By now the Harbinger was ablaze along half its length. Its surviving turrets were firing a near-continuous stream of anti-air rockets into the clouds. Their approach all but masked by the din, more unseen jets screeched overhead and a short while later the ground was rocked by massive explosions.

The heavy bombs tore huge craters in the grassy mud and sent plumes of stones and dirt high into the air. Several scored direct hits on the landing craft, tearing out great chunks of plasteel armour and rockcrete superstructure.
Effects of the aerial attack.


Page 298
His warriors thus set into motion, Astelan ducked back inside the farmhouse. It was empty inside but for a few broken pieces of furniture and discarded rags. Sergeant Gemenoth had erected a tactical display unit in the centre of the main room. It was a simple vertical glass plate and projector, linked into the comm-net of the Dark Angels’ battle-barge in geostationary orbit thousands of kilometres above them.

The screen showed the rough topography of the surrounding area, and the locations of Astelan’s squads were marked out by symbols that juddered across the artificial battlefield.
Earlier Astelan ran outside when he heard the disturbance, now he's back inside. This may be the tactical display that was earlier referenced though, its design suits the purpose depicted before. Depsite being outside it may have been visible from the doorway.


Page 300
...the enemy were using the trees and undulating ground for cover, darting into view, firing their crude automatic rifles...
...
He felt impacts across his chest and right shoulder but paid them no heed.
Automatic rifle fire does nothing to power armor.


Page 300
The explosive-tipped bolts tore chunks out of the trees and ripped apart any enemy soldier unfortunate enough to be hit.
Effects of bolters on soldiers.


Page 300-301
A bullet struck Astelan’s helmet, its impact knocking his head back. Dizzied by the hit he fell to one knee. Static blurred the vision in his right eye as his helmet’s auto-senses attempted to recalibrate themselves.
He takes the helmet off later, so the bullet damaged the senses. Astlean also has a superficial wound. Probably hit a weak point.


PAge 301
Though half-blinded, he raised his pistol by instinct and fired off eight shots, the whole magazine, in the direction of the enemy. Two soldiers were torn apart by the bolts and the rest ducked for cover.
8 shot bolt pistol magazine. Bolts again tear apart soldiers.


Page 302
A new sound entered his consciousness: the throbbing bass note of an autocannon. The sound was reassuring, and Astelan looked to his right and saw an Astartes laying down a curtain of fire with the heavy weapon, his legs braced wide apart, a torrent of shell casings clattering off his backpack.
Autocannon fire.,


Page 303
As the squad regrouped, Brother Alexian took up a firing position with his lascannon. He shouldered the anti-tank weapon like an immense sniper rifle, peering along its sight towards the hulldown tank.
Sniper-rifle lascannon.


PAge 304
Astelan knew that his fate would not be on the end of a reductor, for his progenoids had matured over two decades ago and had been removed in the relative safety of a shipboard medical bay.
AStelan had his progenoids removed. so it is technically possible, at least for some marines (or some Legions/Chapters) to do this, but most don't it would seem. It may be due to ignorance, or tradiition, or whatever.


Page 309-310
"What would Caliban be now if the Emperor had come with a closed fist rather than an open hand?"

"Caliban is different." said Belath.

..
"Because we have the Lion." said Belath confidently. "The Emperor had no choice but to treat with us. Any invasion would have been costly and counterproductive."

...
"It was not chance that brought the Lion to Caliban." said Belath with quiet assurance. "Destiny brought our leader to us."
More of the blind obedience/faith in The Lion. Already the Dark Angels are heading down their path towards secrets and quasi-religious lunacy. Also Belath is a fucking hypocrite.


Page 310
"It is clear we cannot agree on this. We must send word to the primarch for guidance, so that his orders might be understood by us."
More Belath. Shortly he and Astelan have a conflict, and it is made clear that (as in Angels of Darkness it is said) that like certain other chapters there is significant friction between Terra-born and those Astartes originating from the Primarch's "home worlds". He is a really mindless twit though, isn't he?

Page 314
Astelan felt the usual jarring dislocation and a burning sensation throughout his whole body. In milliseconds the transition was over, but just like the Spear of Truth emerging from the warp, Astelan needed a moment to gather his wits.
Teleport. A noticable delay of milliseconds for him.


Page 315
The elderly man hobbled forwards to stand in front of the giant Astartes. Astelan was almost two feet taller than the man who stood before him, and his broad body could have contained his frail frame ten times over.
Earlier it is noted Astelan is unarmored, simply in black robes.


Page 318
No more than two seconds after his command, the air around the pair snapped with energy. Bulky figures shimmered into view encircling the pair; ten massively armoured Terminators raised their combi-bolters and opened fire. The initial salvo was devastating, tearing holes in chests, ripping off limbs and decapitating by the score. Such desultory return fire as existed pinged harmlessly from the inches-thick ceramite-and-adamantium bonded shells of the warriors’ armour.
Terminator storm bolter fire. Return fire does nothing. note the "inches thick" Terminator armor.


Page 318
Some [delegates] snatched up weapons from fallen soldiers but were blasted apart in turn.
More being blasted apart. Man Belath is an ass.


Page 319
"I had no idea the natives were capable of detecting a vessel in low orbit"
The ship is now in low orbit, so it's quite possible that it shifted from position at some point between the 700,000 km figure to low orbit for bombardment. One reason I wasn't taking it as definite.


Page 320
Slumped at the bottom of a flight of steps was Grane, a fist-sized hole in his lower back.
Bolter making a fist sized exit wound.


Page 320-321
As he walked towards the window Astelan could see fire raining down from the heavens as the ship lying in space above unleashed its bombardment. The city stretched for kilometres in every direction around the hill upon which the council chambers sat. Avenues of high buildings radiated outwards and long terraces of houses clung upon steep hills in the distance. Plasma warheads detonated upon the boulevards and bombardment cannon shells obliterated parks and tenements.

After several minutes the devastating torrent of fury abated.
The 'compliance' begins. Bombardment cannons and plasma warheads wreaking devastation.

Man, was Astelan furious, and I can't blame him. He, like the Space Wolf Lord from earlier, does not like having to devastate human worlds to bring them into compliance. He's a decent sort who actually wants the best for humanity, and the individuals in it. It's just that he's stuck in a Legion of assholes.

I do note that as a rule, the "terran born" Marines are rather interesting, noble, nd different sorts from the "Primarch-homeworld" borne Marines. I tend to like the terra-born ones more.

Then again, the Astelan in "Angels of Darkness" will have become a bit more of an asshole. Given all he goes through, its hard to blame him.


Page 326
In ages past, the mountain had been the tallest peak upon a storm-lashed island shrouded in mists and linked to the mainland by a sleek bridge of silver, but ancient, apocalyptic wars had boiled away many of the oceans, and the island was now simply a rocky promontory jutting from a land that was said to have once ruled the world.
Now McNeill claims that only "many" of the oceans were boiled away. That is possible, depends on the quantity.. we just know there are only some oceans on the planet, some water at least. Then again, this is still during the Unification era prior to the Great Crusade, its possible that in the intervening time betwene this and the heresy novels something happened to boil off the rest of the oceans. IT's still an annoying contradiction, though.

There's another crazy bit to it. It takes somethign on the order of 4e27 joules at least to vaporize the planet's oceans. OVer a 1000 year or so period, that would work out to 30 MT a second (treat as an order of magnitude.. centuries of war but less than a millenia.. 700 years tops maybe) Which is about 1 thermonuclear warhead a second for 1000 years. It's not going to be that often, but if they launch off a few hundred per.. thats 9 megatons.. or worth about 5 minutes worth. If it's once a month.. we're talking about letting off teratons of energy at once.. which also isn't likely, because we're heading into continental/city-wide destruction again. WHat's more is that there is now ay in hell this is going to be done that efficiently, we're talking orders o fmagnitude differnece in total energy because the likely way they evaporate the oceans is in increased global climate or temperature.. or perhaps ejecta. But that ALSO doesn't work much because humans don't take well to extreme temperature variations... And don't even talk about bleeding the oceans into space. I'll hit you.

This is another reason I prefer to just ignore this. It seems too problematic for me. But if we do take it as valid, its probably indicative of the sheer brutality and scale of warfare involved. It couldn't all be nukes, alot of it would be incendiaries and conventional weapons - millions of not billions of tons of that per second.. which is.. insanely devastating. Humanity would probably have to live underground, or in the hives, it would have to develop some pretty good genetic engineering, medical and NBC tech.. and it probably explains the point of the thunder warriors. \

TL;DR: Imperial warfare even using conventional weaponry is incredibly devastating, if weird and possibly a little crazy.


Page 327
The ever-present rain fell in soaking sheets beyond the doors and a crack of lightning blistered the night sky alongside a peal of thunder.
The fact there is rain does indicate that the oceans boiling off is keepign it on planet.. so eventaully it condenses back as rain. Actually all the warfare releasing huge amounts of energy is likely to alter the climate unfavorably and unpredictably, one effect of which is likely more storms, humidity and the like.


Page 328
"I have found that most of your kind are dour and leaden-hearted men."
"My kind?"
"Priests," said the man, almost spitting the word as though its very syllables were a poison to him.
Interesting here is that the Emperor really, genuinely hates priests. WE dont know why, but it may have connections with the Warp. Did he at some point in the past have dealings with Chaos cults tied to religious orders, for example?

I would also say that this also an example of his fallibility. He has a clear and obvious bias against religion, and it was religion that ultimately proved the undoing of the Imperium, and his unwillingness to compromise on or deal with it, because it was a blindness and weakness Chaos was able to exploit. Evne his precog didn'd foresee this (or it was blocked - Chaos probably can fuck with precog.)

Page 330-331
...a battle between a golden knight and a silver dragon; and myriad other scenes of a similarly fantastical nature.

...
..quoted Revelation, his gaze lingering on the panel depicting the knight and the dragon.
A bit self-referential here for Mr McNeill's Mechanicum, but it is kinda amusing nonetheless.


Page 331
Uriah pointed to the central image of the fresco, that of a wondrous being of light surrounded by a halo of golden machinery.
I dont knwo what this is hinting at but I suspect the Emperor in the golden throne. There seems to be alto of divination and prophecy surrounding the emergence of and the actions of the Emperor, that much can be said.

Page 338
Revelation reached out to touch the stone once more, and Uriah saw him close his eyes as he laid his palm flat on the glistening stone.

"Haematite from a banded ironstone formation." said Revelation.
"Exposed by a landslip most likely."
The Emperor has geokinesis!


Page 340
"The Franc were long ago brought to Unity." said Revelation.

"The last battle was fought nearly half a century ago."
Franc - france probably. Battle a century ago.


Page 348
"The warrior was a hulking figure, more massive than any human being should ever be. His brutish frame was encased in heavy powered armour that enclosed his chest and arms, and which I thought was ridiculously exaggerated."

"In previous wars, most warriors preferred to grapple with one another in close combat rather than use long-range weapons." said Revelation. "The power of a warrior’s chest and arms were of paramount importance in such feats of arms."
Thunder Warrior in Mark 1 armor and the reasons/purpose behind that.


Page 352
"By now our army was fifty thousand strong, and we faced less than a tenth of that number."
10:1 odds.


Page 353
"They hadn’t moved since we’d set off, but as we got close, they shouldered their guns and opened fire."
...
"It was like a thunderstorm had suddenly sprung into existence, and our first five ranks were completely cut down, dead to a man without even the time to scream. The enemy’s bolts tore limbs from bodies or simply burst men apart like wet sacks. I turned to shout something, I forget what exactly, when I felt a searing pain in the back of my head and I fell over the remains of a man who’d had his entire left side blown off. It looked like he’d exploded from the inside out."
...
"A ricochet or a fragment. Anything larger and I’d have lost my head."
Primitive bolt pistols or rifles. Still explosive, still blowing apart heads. Or limbs, or parts of the torso.


Page 365
"The Lord of Mankind is the Light and the Way, and all His actions are for the benefit of mankind, which is His people. So it is taught in the holy words of our order, and above all things, god will protect…"
Yet more foreshadowing... Lord of Mankind bieng the Emperor.


Page 366
Uriah pulled himself to his feet and turned to see a wondrous figure standing before him, towering and magnificent, clad in golden armour fashioned with love and the greatest skill, every plate embossed with thunderbolts and eagles.

Gone was Revelation, and in his place was a towering warrior of exquisite splendour, an exemplar of all that was regal and inspirational in humanity. The armour bulked his form out beyond measure and Uriah felt tears spilling from his eyes as he realised he had seen this breathtakingly, achingly perfect face once before.

On the killing fields of Gaduare.
You really have to wonder why the Emperor insists on showing up with the golden glow going on, when he proclaims how much he hates priests and religion and suchnot. That tends to be one of the factors contributing to his deification, as this story indicates. I mean is he even aware of that glow?


Page 369
They stood immobile beneath the downpour, the rain beating against the burnished plates of bronze in an unrelenting tattoo and causing their scarlet helmet plumes to hang limply at their shoulders. There had been some refinements, saw Uriah, the armour now all-enclosing and each warrior sealed from the elements by an interlocking series of artfully designed plates.

Huge backpacks vented excess heat in steaming plumes like breath, and each of the warriors carried a burning torch that hissed and fizzed in the downpour.
Thunder Warriors, again, with upgraded armor. Or possibly their successors.


Page 382
...he scanned for motion, eyes sifting the gloom, pushing into infrared to see the hulking shape hurtling forwards to fill his vision—
Infrared vision.

Page 384
The primarch’s grip tensed, and Kharn wondered if he had heard the thought – didn’t they say some of their sires had that trick?
Some Primarchs are telepathic/empathic receivers.


Page 402
"Sentries with high-powered lasguns, sire, devices to read the movements of the mud to hear them moving through it towards us, explosives we seeded around the earthworks and allowed to sink to where the worms burrowed"
high powered lasguns, sonic devices... hunting Sandworms I guess. I wonder if this is a Dune refrence.


Page 406
"Imagine, sire, did they fight in your home with grenades? Explosive weapons, small enough to hold in the hand and throw?"
...
"...some paperskin who takes a grenade and simply grips it in his fist until it explodes. Imagine how it would destroy the hand, shatter the arm, ruin the body!"
Grenade effects.
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Re: Horus Heresy series analysis thread

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Tales of Heresy is another book I really enjoyed, especially the brief bit of insight into Empy from 'the Last Church.' It's possible Empy's disdain for priests is all he says, that he's lived through crusades and inquisitions, and seen far too much evil justified by corrupt priests, like the ones who wouldn't change the water and turned a holy healing spring into a cesspool of disease for profit.

There's a moment in Deliverance Lost where Corax sees, overlaid on the shining figure in golden armor, an exceptionally ordinary, unremarkable and forgettable man. Presumably the Emperor as he appeared in his long years as a hidden immortal on Earth. Now, is that the disguise he wore all that time, or is that his true form beneath all the glow?

The first time I read this I was a bit shocked that the Emperor, on being reunited with one of his sons (who hated him) decided to tell his Legion that he's their problem now instead of taking a few days to work things out. And later he gets all offended for Angron outfitting his Legion as the warriors of his experience were, when he provided exactly zero guidance to his son. Yeah, the greatest ongoing revelation of the HH books is that the Emperor was sort of a prick.

As for The Voice, it was good to see Amendra Kendrel again after the Flight of the Eissenstein and flesh her out as a future Inquisitor. In my personal headcannon the events of that story (which add another layer of tragic irony to the Emperor's Fall) became the Imperium's standard procedure for dealing with time travelers. Namely, shoot them in the face before they can say or do anything to change history. They were probably connected to Chaos sorcery to go back anyways.
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Re: Horus Heresy series analysis thread

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In all fairness, even Adrian-Dembsky Bowden has...Difficulty explaining the Emperor's behavior with Angron. (Angron's own warriors point out that for any other Primarch, the Emperor would have wiped out the attacking army. On the other hand, most of the Emperor's other children didn't need help, though exceptions exist. Mortarion would have chocked to death without the Emperor's help, and I think the Salamander Primarch almost fell of a cliff into a volcano while competing with him in feats of strength?)
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