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saw　two　more　warriors　injured；　one　sustaining　a　deep　wound　in　his　side　that　would　have　killed　a
mortal　man；　and　the　other；　one　of　the　last　members　of　Khalaxis’s　coterie；　had　half　his　face　ripped
off。　He　stoically　continued　on；　hurling　aside　his　sundered　helmet　and　gritting　his　teeth；　refusing　to
succumb　to　the　pain　in　front　of　such　vaunted　warriors　as　his　champion；　the　Coryphaus　and　the　First
Acolyte。　Marduk　had　nodded　his　respect　to　the　warrior；　who　had　puffed　out　his　chest　and　struggled
on；　pushing　through　the　pain；　at　the　unexpected　acknowledgement。
They　had　not　encountered　any　enemy　for　more　than　fifteen　minutes；　and　they　picked　up　the　pace
as　they　closed　on　the　location　of　the　submersibles；　keeping　a　wary　eye　on　the　throbbing　blister
screen　of　their　tainted　auspex。
The　Flames　of　Perdition　shifted　suddenly；　the　prow　of　the　massive　ship　dropping　as　it　tore　loose
from　the　submerged　cliff。　The　entire　ship　tilted；　and　Marduk　lost　his　footing　as　the　floor　tipped
beneath　him。
The　Word　Bearers　were　thrown　to　their　left；　smashing　into　the　side　wall　of　the　passage　as　the
immense　freighter　lurched。　One　of　them　tumbled　down　a　side…corridor　that　was　more　like　a　vertical
shaft；　fingers　scrabbling　vainly　for　purchase。　Marduk　flailed　for　a　handhold　amidst　the　piping　on　the
left　wall；　but　found　none；　and　began　to　slide　down　the　corridor…shaft　behind　the　power…armoured
brother　Space　Marine。
Burias…Drak’shal　held　out　his　icon；　his　other　hand　grasping　onto　a　side…rail　as　other　Word
Bearers　tumbled　past。　Marduk　reached　and　grabbed　the　proffered　icon；　fingers　locking　around　its
barbed　haft；　and　Burias…Drak’shal　hauled　him　to　safety。　With　a　nod　of　thanks；　Marduk　pulled　his
body　over　the　lip　of　the　shaft；　dragging　himself　forward　on　his　belly。
The　ship　rolled　onto　its　side；　its　nose　still　tipping；　before　it　finally　came　to　rest；　settling　into　its
new　position。
Outside；　rocks　dislodged　from　the　chasm　walls　by　the　immense　weight　of　the　freighter　dropped
down　into　the　abyss；　tumbling　down　into　the　darkness。
“Who　have　we　lost？”　growled　Kol　Badar；　picking　himself　up　from　the　ground；　ripping　his　power
talons　from　the　wall；　which　had　been　the　ceiling。
“Darioq…Grendh’al？”　said　Marduk　in　concern。
“He’s　here；”　said　Burias；　pushing　the　daemon　back　within　him　as　he　picked　himself　up。
The　corrupted　magos’s　mechadendrites　had　shot　outwards；　clamping　to　walls　like　the　legs　of　a
spider；　halting　his　fall。
“Rhamel　is　gone；”　growled　Khalaxis。
“Is　he　the　only　one？”　asked　Marduk。
“Yes；”　said　Kol　Badar；　looking　around；　“but　the　ship　could　fall　at　any　moment。　We　have　to　get
out　of　here。”
“Where　is　he？”　asked　Marduk；　looking　down　over　the　lip　of　the　corridor…shaft。　It　extended　some
fifty　metres　before　disappearing　into　the　gloom　that　even　his　augmented　sight　could　not　penetrate。
Khalaxis　cursed。　“The　auspex　is　gone；”　he　said。
“Brother　Rhamel？”　asked　Kol　Badar　through　the　inter…vox。
A　static…filled　voice　came　back；　though　it　was　distorted　and　patchy。
“…amel…　broken　arm…　faulty…”　came　the　response。
“His　vox　is　damaged；”　said　Marduk。
“He　is　not　getting　up　there　with　a　broken　arm；”　said　Burias；　assessing　the　climb。　“You　want　me
to　go　get　him？”
“We　don’t　have　the　time；”　snapped　Kol　Badar。
Burias　looked　over　at　Marduk；　who　reluctantly　nodded　his　head　in　agreement。　Khalaxis　stared
down　the　vertical　corridor；　his　hands　clenched　around　the　hilt　of　his　chainaxe。　Rhamel　was
Khalaxis’s　blood…brother；　having　come　from　the　same　cult…gang　on　Colchis　before　the　hated
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Ultramarines’　cyclonic　torpedoes　had　destroyed　the　Word　Bearers’　home　world　ten　thousand　years
earlier。　Together；　they　had　been　amongst　the　last　batch　of　aspirants　taken　from　the　obliterated　world。
“Brother　Rhamel；”　said　Kol　Badar；　“proceed　to　the　rendezvous　point。　We　will　meet　you　there。
Repeat；　proceed　to　the　rendezvous　point。”
“…cknowledged…　phaus；”　came　the　stilted　reply。
“Come；”　said　Kol　Badar　to　the　rest　of　the　dwindling　group　of　warrior　brothers。　“If　he　makes　it；
he　makes　it。　If　not；　then　it　is　the　will　of　the　gods；”　he　said　mockingly；　with　a　nod　towards　Marduk。
Khalaxis　stood　stone　still；　looking　down　into　the　darkness。
“May　the　gods　be　with　you；　my　brother；”　said　Khalaxis；　before　turning　away。
The　Word　Bearers　renewed　their　advance。　With　the　ship　on　its　side；　the　way　they　had　come　was
foreign。　What　had　been　familiar　was　now　strange；　and　where　before　they　had　advanced　easily；　they
were　now　forced　to　half…climb　through　doorways　that　were　horizontal；　and　half…leap　across　vertical
corridors　shafts　that　fell　away　below　them。
The　power…armoured　warrior　brothers　leapt　these　expanses　with　ease；　but　the　progress　was　not
so　easy　for　the　bulky　Terminator…armoured　Anointed　warriors；　and　Marduk　ground　his　sharp　teeth　in
frustration　at　their　slow　progress；　drawing　blood。
Burias　ripped　a　pair　of　thick　support　girders　from　the　walls；　and　dropped　them　over　one　of　the
expanses；　and　Kol　Badar　and　his　Anointed　shuffled　across　them；　though　the　girders　strained　beneath
their　weight。
Last　to　come　arduk　swore。
“They　will　not　take　his　weight；”　hissed　Kol　Badar。
The　corrupted　magos；　with　his　full　servo…harness　and　plasma…core　generator　attached　to　his
back；　weighed　almost　twice　as　much　as　one　of　the　Terminator…armoured　Anointed　warriors；　and
Marduk　swore　again；　knowing　that　the　Coryphaus　was　correct。
“We’ll　have　to　find　another　way　round；”　said　Marduk；　his　voice　terse　with　frustration。
“Wait；”　said　Burias；　a　smile　playing　on　his　lean　face。
Marduk　looked　up　to　see　the　magos　traversing　the　gap；　his　mechanical　legs　hanging　beneath　him
in　midair。　Half…mechanical；　half…fleshy　mechadendrite　tentacles　punched　through　the　panels　in　the
ceiling；　gripping　tight　as　the　corrupted　magos’s　four　immense　servo…arms　extended　out　to　either　side
at　full　stretch；　gripping　the　girders　there。　With　a　surprised　barking　laugh；　Marduk　watched　as　two　of
the　servo…arms　released　their　grips　and　reached　forwards　to　grasp　the　girders　further　along；　before
releasing　its　other　arms；　and　repeating　the　manoeuvre。　Mechadendrites　pulled　free　overhead　before
punching　through　the　ceiling　panels　further　along。
It　was　like　watching　some　multi…armed；　mechanical　ape　making　its　way　through　the　treetops；
and　even　Kol　Badar　was　taken　aback　by　the　bizarre　spectacle。　The　magos　lowered　himself　safely　to
the　floor　once　more；　his　daemon…eye　glinting。
“Full　of　surprises；”　said　Marduk。
In　the　distance；　they　heard　the　percussive　echoes　of　boltgun　fire；　and　knew　that　the　enemy　had
found　Brother　Rhamel。　Khalaxis　was　tense　and　brooding；　and　the　other　warriors　kept　a　respectful
distance　from　the　champion。
Marduk　patted　Khalaxis　on　the　shoulder；　and　the　Word　Bearers　pressed　on　in　silence。
Brother　Rhamel　pumped　shot　after　shot　into　the　never…ending　swarm　of　genestealers　coming　at　him。
He　had　five　confirmed　kills；　the　bodies　of　the　xenos　creatures　lying　motionless　on　the　ground；　but
they　were　coming　at　him　from　two　directions；　and　he　knew　that　it　was　just　a　matter　of　time　before
they　overwhelmed　him。　The　red　icon　warning　him　of　low　ammunition　had　been　flashing　before　his
eyes　for　some　time；　and　he　watched　with　grim　finality　as　the　icons　displaying　his　last　rounds　were
slowly　depleted。
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His　left　arm　hung　useless　at　his　side；　broken　in　three　places。　Turning　to　the　left；　he　shot　another
genestealer　in　the　head；　before　swinging　back　to　the　right　and　taking　another　one　high　in　the　chest；
the　percussive　blast　hurling　it　backwards。
Squeezing　the　trigger　once　more；　he　fired　the　last　of　his　bolts；　and　dropped　his　useless　weapon　to
the　ground。　He　tossed　the　last　of　his　frag　grenades　down　one　of　the　corridors；　turning　his　back　to　the
resultant　blast　and　unslinging　his　heavy　blade　from　his　waist。
The　blast　of　the　grenade　knocked　him　forwards　a　step　as　flame　rolled　up　the　corridor　at　his　back。
Steadying　himself；　he　passed　the　wide　blade　before　him；　knowing　that　the　end　was　near。
A　handful　of　genestealers　were　stalking　towards　him；　their　backs　hunched　and　their　eyes
glittering　hatefully。　They　moved　slowly；　readying　to　pounce；　as　if　knowing　that　their　prey　was　all
but　defenceless。
“Come　on；　you　whoresons！”　Rhamel　roared　as　a　fresh　batch　of