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The　walls　of　the　room　beyond　the　blast　doors　were　scorched　black；　and　half　a　dozen　automated
heavy　flamers　rotated　in　their　mounts；　aiming　towards　the　circular　bulkhead　on　the　far　wall。　The
pilot…flames　of　the　weapons　burnt　hot　white　on　the　green　data…slate　screen。
There　was　a　shuddering　clang　beyond　the　bulkhead　as　the　access　artery　connecting　to　the
docking　facility　clamped　into　position。　There　followed　a　burst　of　superheated　steam　that　partially
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obscured　Machion…Dex’s　view　of　the　audience　room；　and　a　pair　of　lights　located　above　the　bulkhead
began　to　rotate；　sending　shadows　dancing　across　the　fire…blackened　walls。
The　circular　locking　mechanism　located　in　the　centre　of　the　bulkhead　clicked　outwards　and
rotated　a　full　turn　clockwise；　before　turning　half　a　turn　anticlockwise　and　sinking　back　into　its
recess。　Then；　with　a　shuddering　groan；　the　bulkhead　doors　slid　aside。
There　was　a　hiss　as　atmospheric　pressure　equalised；　and　Machion…Dex　leant　forwards；　squinting
at　the　image　on　his　data…screen。　At　first；　nothing　could　be　seen　beyond　the　gaping　aperture　revealed
by　the　parting　bulkhead　doors；　and　the　darkness　there　was　heavily　pixellated　and　vague。　Then　a
bulky　robed　and　hooded　shape　appeared。
A　single；　unblinking　light　shone　from　beneath　its　hood；　positioned　where　a　left　eye　would　have
been。　It　limped　down　the　fire…blackened　steps　to　the　metal　grilled　mechanical　floor。　Four　massive
individuals　accompanied　it；　they　too　were　heavily　robed；　their　faces　obscured　by　deep　hoods。　They
turned　their　heads　to　regard　the　heavy　flamers　that　rotated　to　fix　upon　them。
The　lead　figure　limped　across　the　room；　unconcerned；　and　came　to　a　halt　before　the　blast　doors。
“Blessings　of　the　Omnissiah　upon　you；”　it　intoned；　looking　up　at　the　armoured　relay　camera　box
positioned　above　it。　Up　close；　Machion…Dex　could　see　the　cogged　wheel　symbol　of　the　Adeptus
Mechanicus　upon　its　chest。
“And　upon　you；　servant　of　the　Machine　God　Incarnate；”　replied　the　procurator；　speaking　into　a
grilled　vox…unit。
“Knowledge　is　the　supreme　manifestation　of　divinity；”　said　Machion…Dex；　invoking　the　sixth　of
the　Mysteries；　one　of　the　sixteen　Universal　Laws　memorised　by　all　adepts　of　the　Cult　Mechanicus。
“Comprehension　is　the　key　to　all　things；”　came　the　reply。
“The　Omnissiah　knows　all；”　said　Machion…Dex。
“The　Omnissiah　comprehends　all。”
Satisfied；　Machion…Dex　keyed　a　sequence　of　commands　into　the　data…slate；　and　a　control　pillar
rose　from　the　floor　beside　the　image　of　the　hooded　figure　beyond　the　blast　doors。　The　procurator
saw　a　mechanical　tentacle　emerge　from　within　the　figure’s　robes。　It　lifted　up　before　the　camera；　its
mechanical　claws　snapping　open　and　shut。　A　thirty…centimetre　data　spike　slid　from　the　centre　of　the
snapping　claw；　and　it　was　thrust　into　the　control　pillar。
A　flood　of　data　flowed　over　the　data…screen　in　front　of　Machion…Dex；　the　apparently　neverending
stream　of　scrolling　information　overlaying　the　motionless　image　of　the　hooded　figure。　The
procurator’s　eyes　flicked　left　and　right；　and　his　mouth　moved　soundlessly　as　the　internal　processors
built　into　the　left　hemisphere　of　his　brain…unit　registered　and　recorded　the　flow　of　data。
The　information　was　quickly　processed　and　Machion…Dex　blew　out　a　slow　intake　of　breath；
impressed。　With　a　click　of　a　button　he　dismissed　the　stream　of　information　from　the　screen。
“Deactivate　weapon　hardware；”　he　said；　and　the　heavy　flamer　units　went　off…line；　their　pilot
lights　cutting　out。　They　turned　away　from　their　targets　and　retracted　back　into　their　housings。
Machion…Dex　cleared　his　throat　and　leant　forward　to　speak　once　more　into　the　vox…unit。
“Access　granted；　Tech…Magos　Darioq。　Welcome　to　Kharion　IV。”
Magos　Darioq　stood　stock　still；　his　features　hidden　in　the　darkness　beneath　his　hood　as　the　blast
doors　were　opened。　Steam　from　the　disengaging　lock　mechanisms　vented　around　him。
“Revered　magos；”　said　the　procurator；　bowing　his　head　and　touching　his　fingers　to　the　symbol　of
the　Adeptus　Mechanicus；　“your　visit　is　most　unexpected。”
Darioq　remained　motionless　as　his　four　companions　jerked　into　motion；　marching　suddenly
forwards。　Each　of　them　stood　almost　two　and　a　half　metres　in　height；　and　their　massive　shoulders
were　twice　as　wide　as　the　procurator’s。
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Machion…Dex’s　eyes　flicked　between　the　intimidating　figures　in　alarm。　He　had　thought　them
combat　servitors；　but　he　saw　now　that　their　movements　were　arrogant　and　self…assured；　far　from　the
ungainly；　stilted　gait　of　a　servitor。
Robes　were　thrown　aside　and　archaic　bolters　raised；　and　before　the　skitarii　warriors’　targeting
arrays　registered　a　threat；　the　first　of　the　weapons　began　to　roar。
Fire　burst　from　the　barrels　of　the　ancient　weapons。　The　sound　was　deafening；　filling　the　enclosed
space　and　echoing　painfully　off　the　walls。　Fully　half　the　skitarii　were　destroyed　in　an　instant　as　high
explosive　shells　tore　through　their　bodies；　ripping　them　apart　in　bloody　explosions　of　armour　and
flesh。
Machion…Dex　stumbled　backwards；　falling　to　the　ground；　his　face　a　mask　of　horror　as　he　gazed
upon　the　massive；　augmented　beings。　Their　armour；　inscribed　with　heretical　symbols　and　litanies；
was　the　deep　red　of　congealed　blood；　and　they　fired　with　controlled　discipline；　eliminating　each
target　with　practiced　efficiency。
The　remaining　skitarii　brought　their　hellguns　to　bear；　energy　capacitors　humming　as　the
weapons　surged　into　life。　Electric…blue　las…beams　stabbed　from　the　barrels　of　their　guns；　knocking
one　of　the　towering　warriors　back　a　step；　searing　holes　through　his　robe　and　leaving　smoking　black
impacts　on　his　armour。
Two　more　of　the　skitarii　were　cut　down；　one　of　them　spinning　as　a　bolt　slammed　into　his
shoulder　and　exploded；　severing　its　arm　and　leaving　a　gory　head…sized　hole　in　its　torso。　A　bolt　round
detonated　in　the　brainpan　of　the　other　and　its　head　exploded；　spraying　blood；　brain　matter　and
splinters　of　skull　in　all　directions。
A　las…blast　struck　one　of　the　warriors　in　the　helmet；　jolting　his　head　backwards。　With　a　snarl　of
anger；　he　ripped　the　skitarii　apart　with　his　return　fire。
The　firefight　was　over　in　seconds。　The　acrid　smell　of　gunfire　rose　from　smoking；　silent　barrels；
and　two　of　the　giant　warriors　moved　in　to　inspect　the　kills。　One　of　the　skitarii；　who　had　been　cut　in
half　by　a　burst　of　gunfire；　was　still　twitching。　His　movements　were　halted　as　a　heavy　armoured　boot
slammed　down　on　its　head；　crushing　its　skull　like　a　nut　beneath　a　hammer。
Machion…Dex　lay　on　his　back；　his　breath　coming　in　short　gasps　as　he　stared　up　at　the　terrifying
figures。　Each　was　massive；　their　every　movement　filled　with　power；　and　their　inscrutable；　Heresyera
Astartes　helmets　extensively　modified　to　make　them　all　the　more　fearsome　in　appearance。　One
had　been　fashioned　in　the　likeness　of　a　snarling　daemon；　and　others　had　fierce　sets　of　curving　horns
and　tusks　that　gave　them　a　brutal；　barbaric　look。
One　wore　no　helmet　at　all；　but　its　true　face　was　far　more　terrifying　than　any　of　the　helmets。　The
left　side　was　a　mess　of　scar　tissue　and　augmetics；　and　its　skin　was　so　pale　as　to　be　translucent；　blue
veins　could　be　seen　within　its　flesh。　A　lidless；　baleful　red　orb　had　replaced　its　left　eye；　and　an
infernal　glyph　of　the　ruinous　powers　was　emblazoned　prominently　in　the　centre　of　its　forehead。　The
figure　snarled　down　at　him；　lips　pulling　back　to　expose　sharpened　teeth。
“Area　secure；”　growled　one　of　the　warriors；　and　the　one　standing　over　Machion…Dex　nodded；　not
taking　his　eyes　from　the　procurator。
“The　location　of　the　target　will　be　found　here；　Enslaved？”　he　said　over　his　shoulder；　his　voice
filled　with　power　and　authority。
“That　is　correct；　Marduk；　First　Acolyte　of　the　Word　Bearers　Legion　of　Astartes；　genetic
descendant　of　the　traitor　Primarch　Lorgar；”　replied　Magos　Darioq　in　his　monotone　voice。
“Then　let’s　get　this　done；”　replied　Marduk。　He　stepped　towards　the　cowering　form　of　Procurator
Machion…Dex；　and　looked　down　at　the　terrified　man。
“Do　you　need　this　one？”　he　asked　over　his　shoulder。
“His　continued　existence　is　not　required　in　order　to　retrieve　the　information　held　within　the
logic…centres　of　this　installation；”　replied　the　magos。
Procurator　Machion…Dex　gasped　and　began　to