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Adivan cursed. Standing away from the fighting, he set about deflecting incoming fire with his Storm Shield and lashing out at the traitors in the boarding party with TK, collapsing windpipes, severing spnes, reputirng arteries, and pulping brains. In the middle of it all, he could see Mekhatan eschewing his Heavy Bolter in favour of his claws, which tore apart the renegades with horrific efficiency.
"The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken.
"This was evil manifest."
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"This was evil manifest."
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Prius had reacted quickly, slamming the butt of his shotcannon into the man's throat next to him when the boarder tried to turn his weapon on him.
Trust no one, for all mortal men are vulnerable to the temptations of heresy.
He slammed the man against the wall, crushing his throat with the full force of his weight applied to the shotcannon as Adivan, Severa, and the others battled the traitors behind him.
Trust no one, for all mortal men are vulnerable to the temptations of heresy.
He slammed the man against the wall, crushing his throat with the full force of his weight applied to the shotcannon as Adivan, Severa, and the others battled the traitors behind him.
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Severa swore. They had lost men and hadn't killed one of the enemy yet. They needed Sanctioned Psykers, but weren't likely to get any soon. She looked at the wounded and the fallen. "All right. Let's move out before he hits us again. She pointed at a wounded man. "Get the ship's astropaths. We'll need as much warning and psychic counterstrike as we can muster. Move it! The rest of you, get ready to move out. Unless you want to wait for them to hit-" Her hunter skull beeped. She checked the data projection. "Counter boarding!"
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"Boarding collars extended? Good. It is time to depart."
The Psyking lifted the container, holding the six remaining little jewels.
It was an expensive exchange, but a worthy one. His most dangerous opponents, concentrated in one place.
He made his way from the bridge, heading for the chaotic equivalent of a saviour pod.
Set course for the star fort., he mentally ordered the helmslave.
It was a win-win proposition. Either the fleet blasted the ship out of the sky, taking his enemies with it, or the ships would be crushed against the massive star fort, possibly damaging it irreperably.
Fighting the thrust of Pater's vessel, the vessel curved upward, hull creaking ominously as it battled the pull of gravity while aiming for its new destination...
The Psyking lifted the container, holding the six remaining little jewels.
It was an expensive exchange, but a worthy one. His most dangerous opponents, concentrated in one place.
He made his way from the bridge, heading for the chaotic equivalent of a saviour pod.
Set course for the star fort., he mentally ordered the helmslave.
It was a win-win proposition. Either the fleet blasted the ship out of the sky, taking his enemies with it, or the ships would be crushed against the massive star fort, possibly damaging it irreperably.
Fighting the thrust of Pater's vessel, the vessel curved upward, hull creaking ominously as it battled the pull of gravity while aiming for its new destination...
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Severa moved troops back to counter the coming assault. The PsyKing was awesomely powerful. By Jolan's own account he had swept the inquisitor aside. This was going to be hell. But the PsyKing's knowledge of boarding tactics might be non-existant. Gix relied on her and Hethor to for their expertise in these situations. The chaos sorcerer might not. They had to hope. And prepare.
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Hethor and Gix hurried down the corridors of the chaos ship, heading toward the bridge.
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Hethor and Gix hurried down the corridors of the chaos ship, heading toward the bridge.
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Adivan's eyes opened wide at what he had just sensed. He spun to face Severa.
"Evacuate the ship! Immediately!"
She opened her mouth to protest, but he didn't give her the chance.
"The PsyKing has set it on a course to ram the Starfort. If we're still on it when it hits, we die."
Turning away slightly, he resumed his attempts to vox Gix.
"Inquisitor Gix, this is Adivan. Are you receiving me? You have to get off the ship, right now! It's going to ram the Stafort!"
"Evacuate the ship! Immediately!"
She opened her mouth to protest, but he didn't give her the chance.
"The PsyKing has set it on a course to ram the Starfort. If we're still on it when it hits, we die."
Turning away slightly, he resumed his attempts to vox Gix.
"Inquisitor Gix, this is Adivan. Are you receiving me? You have to get off the ship, right now! It's going to ram the Stafort!"
"The bird let out a slow chicken cackle. It sounded like a chicken, but in her heart she knew it wasn't. In that instant, she completely understood the concept of a chicken that was not a chicken. This looked like a chicken, like most of the Mud People's chickens. But this was no chicken.
"This was evil manifest."
- Terry "Not a fantasy author, honest" Goodkind, bringing unintentional comedy to a bookshop near you since 1994.
"This was evil manifest."
- Terry "Not a fantasy author, honest" Goodkind, bringing unintentional comedy to a bookshop near you since 1994.
The boarders were cultists, manically proclaiming their worship of the blasphemous powers, but beyond possessing a large mass of numbers, they seemed almost to be a paltry consideration.
Because the true key was the fact that both vessels were clamped in a death grip that could not be easily undone in the time that remained.
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The PsyKing sensed both Gix and Legion closing in on him. Reaching down, he consumed another jewel, then summoned fresh daemons to attack them both...
Because the true key was the fact that both vessels were clamped in a death grip that could not be easily undone in the time that remained.
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The PsyKing sensed both Gix and Legion closing in on him. Reaching down, he consumed another jewel, then summoned fresh daemons to attack them both...
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Gix responded. "That means he's trying to take Pater's ship. Makes sense. He'll take it and slip away before anyone realizes its compromised. Guard yourselves. We'll try to change ship, but fire the engines to redirect our combined course away from the star fort."
"If we head to the bridge we can-"
"It will be trapped," said Hethor. "Course locked, booby traps waiting. No. Change ships, use the thrust to change course, vape 'em."
Gix extended his senses, looking for a mass of gathered psychic power. There he would find the PsyKing.
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The cultists were slaughtered without mercy. Frag grenades shotgun bursts and hellgun volleys were devestating. Severa waited for the catch. This was too easy.
"If we head to the bridge we can-"
"It will be trapped," said Hethor. "Course locked, booby traps waiting. No. Change ships, use the thrust to change course, vape 'em."
Gix extended his senses, looking for a mass of gathered psychic power. There he would find the PsyKing.
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The cultists were slaughtered without mercy. Frag grenades shotgun bursts and hellgun volleys were devestating. Severa waited for the catch. This was too easy.
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The doors morphed shut around him as the PsyKing climbed into his saviour pod. He reached down into his bag for what he hoped would be the final jewel consumed on this day. Soon enough, he would have to rebuild his collection.
All across the chaos vessel, every external hatch, door and airlock opened into the thinning atmosphere, as well as the main cargo bay doors. Needless to say, the results for anyone in the vicinity was highly unpleasant. Likewise, some hatches and airlocks on Pater's vessel also sprang open, though the accursed wards on the ship made it accursedly difficult to do more than open a few.
Throughout the fleet astropaths began wailing as a wave of psy-force percolated through the vessels, acting to confuse and disorient them.
Debris rained from both of the grappeled ships, as well as ancient chaos fighters that had been sucked from the hanger. Simultaneously, all the chaotic escape pods ejected, the doors behind them staying locked open...
All across the chaos vessel, every external hatch, door and airlock opened into the thinning atmosphere, as well as the main cargo bay doors. Needless to say, the results for anyone in the vicinity was highly unpleasant. Likewise, some hatches and airlocks on Pater's vessel also sprang open, though the accursed wards on the ship made it accursedly difficult to do more than open a few.
Throughout the fleet astropaths began wailing as a wave of psy-force percolated through the vessels, acting to confuse and disorient them.
Debris rained from both of the grappeled ships, as well as ancient chaos fighters that had been sucked from the hanger. Simultaneously, all the chaotic escape pods ejected, the doors behind them staying locked open...
Goodbye, Jolan. Dramatic last stands are a fancy of fools and followers of the Corpse God. You have amused me more than any other servant of the False Emperor has for at least a century. That should be some consolation when you arrive at the other side and find no God-Emperor waiting for you, only darkness waiting to consume your soul.
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He found a source of warp power and far closer than he expected. "Cursed knives!" Gix yelled. Then he saw the daemons.
They were crawling along the walls at the speed a man could run. They were pink horrors, creatures of raw magic. There gibbered and laughed as their suckered feet carried them foreward. They waved their long, stick, arms as they came foreward, laughing and spinning. Their bodies were shaped like a child's drawing, warped into nightmare. Their spherical bodies sported fanged visages. Their stalk-like arms and legs pumped wildly.
Gix raised his force rod and blasted one back into the immaterium. A blast from his plasma pistol missed, blasting craters in the wall. Hethor's shot was better and blasted one apart. The fragments of pink magic coalesced into new forms, two smaller and weaker forms. The colour shifted from pink to blue. Where the pink horrors smiled insanely, the blue ones scowled.
"Throne!" Hethor swore. The Daemons advanced. Hethor switched weapons and blew one of the blue horrors to pieces with a plasma volley. The fragments of vibrant blue magic disappated instead of reforming. The remaining daemons closed.
As they did, he felt the rush of wind through the ship.
They were crawling along the walls at the speed a man could run. They were pink horrors, creatures of raw magic. There gibbered and laughed as their suckered feet carried them foreward. They waved their long, stick, arms as they came foreward, laughing and spinning. Their bodies were shaped like a child's drawing, warped into nightmare. Their spherical bodies sported fanged visages. Their stalk-like arms and legs pumped wildly.
Gix raised his force rod and blasted one back into the immaterium. A blast from his plasma pistol missed, blasting craters in the wall. Hethor's shot was better and blasted one apart. The fragments of pink magic coalesced into new forms, two smaller and weaker forms. The colour shifted from pink to blue. Where the pink horrors smiled insanely, the blue ones scowled.
"Throne!" Hethor swore. The Daemons advanced. Hethor switched weapons and blew one of the blue horrors to pieces with a plasma volley. The fragments of vibrant blue magic disappated instead of reforming. The remaining daemons closed.
As they did, he felt the rush of wind through the ship.
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They came behind the cultists, shielded by the cannon fodder. They were grotesque bunches of translucent muscle, like the inhabitents of a fever dream. A face protruded from the column of tissue that made up their torsos. They had no legs, but instead leaped by contracted their torso and springing about. They had arms though. Two tubes that ended in fanged maws and spat ball of ghost fire.
Grenades and hellguns blew one apart. Fireballs spat from the others, burning down two of her troopers despite their armour. Her plasma blasts blew chunchks out of one, but did not stop it. Shotguns perforated it as the daemon beasts continued to burn down her men. The few surviving cultists provided fire support for the daemons. A volley from Severa's bolter put down the wounded one. The other two advanced to close range. They brought their fangs and flames to bear. Screams resounded in Severa's ears.
Grenades and hellguns blew one apart. Fireballs spat from the others, burning down two of her troopers despite their armour. Her plasma blasts blew chunchks out of one, but did not stop it. Shotguns perforated it as the daemon beasts continued to burn down her men. The few surviving cultists provided fire support for the daemons. A volley from Severa's bolter put down the wounded one. The other two advanced to close range. They brought their fangs and flames to bear. Screams resounded in Severa's ears.
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Prius tossed aside his empty shotcannon, drawing his energy blade to advance on the charging beasts.
"In flame he cleanses the impure!" he yelled, weaving a menacing line of force as he stood near Severa.
Every second they wasted with this distraction was a second that they plunged toward the star fort unabated, certain death for them all and the possible destruction of the centerpiece of the Imperium's presence in this system.
"In flame he cleanses the impure!" he yelled, weaving a menacing line of force as he stood near Severa.
Every second they wasted with this distraction was a second that they plunged toward the star fort unabated, certain death for them all and the possible destruction of the centerpiece of the Imperium's presence in this system.
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Charging something that spat flame from two of its three maws? Ristani was really crazy. Severa raised her plasma pistol and fired on the other. She felt the wind whip her hair and new what that meant. Decompression. It was coming from the chaos ship. With Gix aboard. "Throne!"
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Gix fended off one of the pink horrors with his sword and smashed it with his force rod. The demons dissovled into a whirling cloud of pink magic, split and reformed. As two more blue horrors. One claw tore through his pant leg, armoured body glove, and inflicted a shallow cut.
Hethor faced down the blue and the pink horror. Two against one was bad enough, but three on one was suicide. At least the blue ones were a little smaller and slower than the pink one. He drew his saber in his off hand and his power sword in the other.
They moved to flank and they were fast. Hethor made a calculated move. He rushed the blue. He batted aside one of its claws and smote in two with his power sword. The creature dissolved in a storm of magic. Which left his back turned towards the other horror.
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Gix fended off one of the pink horrors with his sword and smashed it with his force rod. The demons dissovled into a whirling cloud of pink magic, split and reformed. As two more blue horrors. One claw tore through his pant leg, armoured body glove, and inflicted a shallow cut.
Hethor faced down the blue and the pink horror. Two against one was bad enough, but three on one was suicide. At least the blue ones were a little smaller and slower than the pink one. He drew his saber in his off hand and his power sword in the other.
They moved to flank and they were fast. Hethor made a calculated move. He rushed the blue. He batted aside one of its claws and smote in two with his power sword. The creature dissolved in a storm of magic. Which left his back turned towards the other horror.
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Commodore Novdalorin shouted orders on the bridge. "Fire half retros." Any more might snap the docking collars. "Port maneuvering thrusters, one half power." With just a nudge, they would turn a ram into a close pass.
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The horror's claw ripped through flak and mesh armour, ripping open Hethor's spine at the base. As Hethor fell Gix fended off one blue horror with his power sword while annhilating the other with a strike from his force rod. The remaining blue horror skittered around as the other pink horror advanced.
Hethor crawled foreward and raised his plasma pistol. He blasted the blue horror into shining fragments. The pink horror turned and was bisected by a strike from Gix's power sword. The two forming blue horrors were lifted and smashed into the walls by Gix's telekinetic might. Neon blue fluid oozed down the bulkheads and dissolved back into the warp.
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The horror's claw ripped through flak and mesh armour, ripping open Hethor's spine at the base. As Hethor fell Gix fended off one blue horror with his power sword while annhilating the other with a strike from his force rod. The remaining blue horror skittered around as the other pink horror advanced.
Hethor crawled foreward and raised his plasma pistol. He blasted the blue horror into shining fragments. The pink horror turned and was bisected by a strike from Gix's power sword. The two forming blue horrors were lifted and smashed into the walls by Gix's telekinetic might. Neon blue fluid oozed down the bulkheads and dissolved back into the warp.
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The helmslave, following its final orders with fervent desperation fired thrusters to bring the ship back on course. The competing forces strained the magnetic grappeling and parted two boarding collars, opening yet more of both ships to space.
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On the planet below, the saviour pod crashed through three levels of the hive, coming to a rest in the middle of a huge hydro distribution plant. Shattered pipes and fixtures began draining millions of gallons of water into low-hive levels, cutting the spires above off from the water supply. Other debris and escape pods crashed into the vicinity as the PsyKing leapt from his pod, levitating above the rushing tides. Mentally he reached out, grasping the weakminded hear him, pulling them in to form a flexible shield against the inevitable arbites response.
Or at least, that's what he started to do, until a symphony of millions of voices began fraying at the edge of his powers.
"No," he whispered. He got away. He was nearly free.
"NOT NOW!" he screamed, as he sensed Legion closing in...
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On the planet below, the saviour pod crashed through three levels of the hive, coming to a rest in the middle of a huge hydro distribution plant. Shattered pipes and fixtures began draining millions of gallons of water into low-hive levels, cutting the spires above off from the water supply. Other debris and escape pods crashed into the vicinity as the PsyKing leapt from his pod, levitating above the rushing tides. Mentally he reached out, grasping the weakminded hear him, pulling them in to form a flexible shield against the inevitable arbites response.
Or at least, that's what he started to do, until a symphony of millions of voices began fraying at the edge of his powers.
"No," he whispered. He got away. He was nearly free.
"NOT NOW!" he screamed, as he sensed Legion closing in...
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As LEGION's drop pod followed the PsyKing's a desperate battle was still being fought in the attached ships.
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Prius rushed towards the flames. The first fireball clipped him, setting his stormcoat on fire. The second hit him in the chest, causing him to rock back. The heat burned through his stormcoat and shattered the carapace armour, and had certainly given him a nasty burn underneath it. But it hadn't burned through his armour. And now it was his turn.
He severed one arm with a swing of his blade. It hit the deck, spurting unnatural fluids. He screamed "For the Emperor!" The daemon shuddered. He swung his blade again. He cut in half and the Flamer of Tzeentch fell to the deck and began to dissolve. Klaxons were blazing in his ears as boarding parties pulled people backward
Severa grabbed him. "Come on, commissar. Can't you hear the klaxons? We've got to get back in the ship. We're bleeding atmosphere. We'll seal off this mess and get ready for when the commissar breaks us loose."
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Jolan Gix carried Hethor's body through the corridor of the abadoned ship.
Escaping air rushed passed them.
"Leave me," Hethor grasped. He was done. He could only die now.
"Screw that," said Gix. His telekinesis made Hethor as easy to carry as a small child. "We're both getting out of here alive."
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Prius rushed towards the flames. The first fireball clipped him, setting his stormcoat on fire. The second hit him in the chest, causing him to rock back. The heat burned through his stormcoat and shattered the carapace armour, and had certainly given him a nasty burn underneath it. But it hadn't burned through his armour. And now it was his turn.
He severed one arm with a swing of his blade. It hit the deck, spurting unnatural fluids. He screamed "For the Emperor!" The daemon shuddered. He swung his blade again. He cut in half and the Flamer of Tzeentch fell to the deck and began to dissolve. Klaxons were blazing in his ears as boarding parties pulled people backward
Severa grabbed him. "Come on, commissar. Can't you hear the klaxons? We've got to get back in the ship. We're bleeding atmosphere. We'll seal off this mess and get ready for when the commissar breaks us loose."
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Jolan Gix carried Hethor's body through the corridor of the abadoned ship.
Escaping air rushed passed them.
"Leave me," Hethor grasped. He was done. He could only die now.
"Screw that," said Gix. His telekinesis made Hethor as easy to carry as a small child. "We're both getting out of here alive."
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Severa sighed and tackled him. "How are you going to breath? You're dead if you try it. You think I don't want to go? The commodore's going to seal the ship so we don't lose our air. Jolan will have to save himself." Please Emperor, let Hethor get Jolan out alive.
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Gix felt the deck rumble as the ship fired correcting thrusters. Damn! There was still someone sending orders up there. Only one course of action. He would send millions to there deaths if need be. He was willing to send an inquisitor to his. Hethor's plasma gun punctured the deck above and he flew them up.
He flew down one of the tubes from Pater's ship. He handed Hethor to one of the soldier's. "See him to the infirmery. Best possible care." He showed them his rosette. The tube was sealing behind them. With a wave he stripped off his outer layer of clothing and drew forth a pressure suite from the locker. Putting it on was time consuming for most people. Gix flew through the hatch as his powers caused the suit to envelop him.
With a final clang the tube sealed behind him and he was alone on a dying ship. Demo charges ripped the chaos ships tubes apart as Pater's ship withdrew her tubes. Bulkheads had undoubtedly sealed. Gix was alone on a dying ship. The last of the air vented out into space. Gix headed towards the bridge.
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Gix felt the deck rumble as the ship fired correcting thrusters. Damn! There was still someone sending orders up there. Only one course of action. He would send millions to there deaths if need be. He was willing to send an inquisitor to his. Hethor's plasma gun punctured the deck above and he flew them up.
He flew down one of the tubes from Pater's ship. He handed Hethor to one of the soldier's. "See him to the infirmery. Best possible care." He showed them his rosette. The tube was sealing behind them. With a wave he stripped off his outer layer of clothing and drew forth a pressure suite from the locker. Putting it on was time consuming for most people. Gix flew through the hatch as his powers caused the suit to envelop him.
With a final clang the tube sealed behind him and he was alone on a dying ship. Demo charges ripped the chaos ships tubes apart as Pater's ship withdrew her tubes. Bulkheads had undoubtedly sealed. Gix was alone on a dying ship. The last of the air vented out into space. Gix headed towards the bridge.
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Prius reacted in a near lethal fashion, twisting as she hit him, his activated energy blade flickering off just before it came to rest at the base of her throat. He stared up at her, the hilt and emitter wedged painfully under her jaw.
"Hethor's aboard and Gix has gone back to the heretic vessel!" the vox crackled. The ship rocked suddenly as the demo charges blasted them free. "We're disconnected!"
Prius stared at Severa for a long moment, then withdrew the hilt of the energy blade from her throat. "You can get up now."
"Hethor's aboard and Gix has gone back to the heretic vessel!" the vox crackled. The ship rocked suddenly as the demo charges blasted them free. "We're disconnected!"
Prius stared at Severa for a long moment, then withdrew the hilt of the energy blade from her throat. "You can get up now."
The ship felt empty, haunted. Voices of heretical souls had left imprints within the very frame, and those voices whispered softly in Gix's mind as he made his way down the deserted corridors.
Give in... give in... surrender to chaos...
The helmslave corrected the ship's vector, setting the vessel to collide with the engineerium level of one of the star fort's sections.
Give in... give in... surrender to chaos...
The helmslave corrected the ship's vector, setting the vessel to collide with the engineerium level of one of the star fort's sections.
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Damn fool. Didn't he realize that she would go after Jolan if she could. Instead she did what she could. "All hands evacuate this section! Now! Move it! We'll be dropping bulkheads and sealing it off. We only have so much air. Let's go." God-Emperor, she prayed, watch over him.
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Gix reached the base of the bridge tower and began to rise. He only had so much time. He hoped it would be enough.
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Gix reached the base of the bridge tower and began to rise. He only had so much time. He hoped it would be enough.
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With a roar of frustration, the PsyKing dispatched his puppets at Legion, only to feel his control of them fade when they closed in on the ancient warrior. The disordered mobs melted before Legion, who cut them down whenever they obstructed his path, but otherwise ignored them.
The PsyKing turned and ran along the railing. He couldn't face this monstrosity, not here and now. He had to go to ground, rebuild his network and begin to scheme anew. There were always plans, plots, evolutions to be worked by the Great Shaper.
The PsyKing turned and ran along the railing. He couldn't face this monstrosity, not here and now. He had to go to ground, rebuild his network and begin to scheme anew. There were always plans, plots, evolutions to be worked by the Great Shaper.