Weeks had past and we were prepared to leave the hive city with all we could use and carry, the Admrial understated the condtion of the ship, it's hull had been battered and beaten, I will need to find more infomation on what has happend. Rylanor, Delta and I boarded the ship called the "Defining Moment" we were greated by the senior officers and crew as they took the time to repair parts of the ship which is a Dictator class Cruiser, as we were exchanging pleasantries the Captin warned us of potential raiders by xenos races such as Orks, Aeldari, Drukhari and worse.
I appreciate the words of advice but wished to understand more about the potenial of foes that will appear across the Imperium that Rylanor, Delta and I will face but by then I hope to have massed the forces that will hold the tide of darkness. Two weeks into the journey I have been trainning with Rylanor, which allowed us to shake off the rust and polish each others technique, I have been able to use my abilities more passively now which only tells me that I am getting stronger, I told Rylanor of my abilities and of the Thousand Sons space marine trapped in the Warp.
Though not a psyker he encouraged me to train them, how ever, the trainning centre that I was able to acess was... not up to the standards of containing my powers as the trainning Servitors that was supposed to test my abilities couldn't last long to the combination of martial prowess and psyker techniques, which end in a one sided battle with Tractoris Servitors or 5 of them at once and thanks to Delta pulling some strings but in turn he would study these sessions and reprogram them to better make a challenge but instead I took them down with one strike being able to separate their heads from their bodies, while infusing only my powersword with my abilities.
While feeling sorry for Delta as his hops to further study me was not going well it allowed me to catch up on what I had missed over the millenniums, which was surprising to see that the history relating to the Warmaster was all but non-existent and any relating subject was all but redacted to the Warp and back. This hard truth lead me to two things, that what ever happend to the Legions of old where all but shadows of them selves and that war took much from the Impirum including The... Emperor.
Rylanor came to this archieve with the same intention, about to speak but was halted by a pained expression that turned my face to dispear, with all the strength that I had I recounted the infomation that I found and he came to that conclusion was hard enough to break Rylanor and myself again, for we have seen the Emperor face down horrors of the Galaxy and yet trapped on the Golden Throne, I then looked down to see Rylanors lightning claws crackle to life as sparks ran across his claws, There were no words to say or no action I could think of that would calm the chaos and turmoil in his heart, for I was feeling those feelings as well.
Several months into our journy to what I thought could be hope for selvation for the brothers who were lied and tricked by those corrupted by Chaos, but now I feel, as if their souls are not worthy of redemption for the acts they have committed. I look into the Void of space where Stars, billions of Kilometres away shone bright from my quarters, wondering if that star had already been snuffed out. The doors to my quarters slid open revealing Rylanor, he had to slightly lower himself and come in side ways to enter, " Chapter Master, 'sigh' Titerus, your thoughts are consuming your mind, you need to leave the pain of the past where it is." I continued to look beyond the stars into the void between them, where our so called brothers took the lifes of innocents and continue to do so with every passing moment, " Rylanor? What honour is there to save those who have commited the gravest of sins?" I stood there my arms resting behind my back.
Rylanor was deep in thought only just inside the room, his voice echoed all around the room and spoke with wisdom of ages past, " Titerus, we have seen seen the Imperium possible at one strongest points in it history, where we reclaimed the lost from Old night and had the strength rule the Galaxy to shape the Emperor's dream into reality... We have missed much and we now have a chance! A chance to redeem the lost again to bring once more the Emperor's dream true, I know better then most the value of having the Emperor with us once again but we were created to reclaim and restore the Imperium no matter how many centuries or millenniums it will take! To answear your question Titerus, one day we will face judgement for our actions on that day I would rather have have tried to save those I could from grip of Fulgrims madness and even by some slim chance bring him back to the Emperor's light for we all strive to perfect our bodies and minds yet we have only proven that we still have so much left to go." I look back at Rylanor wearing his suit of armor yet I can feel the pain of his words cut deep into the very heart of the last true Emperor's Children space marine.
The sound of racing foot steps could be heard from the corridor behind Rylanor, from around the corner Delta appeared with the sound of happnies in his words or as much as Tech Priest could show, " My Lords I am glad to have court you both at the same time, I have news reguarding this holy relic of the Omnissiah, this could advance the entire Imperium to a new age and I have even found that most of records here are locked by heavy inscription but some of them of the seal Omnissiah and the Emperor of Mankind!" I am glad to have given him the data pad as apologise for ruinning his resarch in difference to space marine of a forgotten legion to a space marine to chapter of the present and I told him that I would kill him if he would send this infomation to anyone and if he destory the data pad.
"Blearing alarms!" came to life and panic filled the air, " To all stations we have unidentified station prepare for... By... The... Emperor." Shifting my eyes from the speaker to out side the window, our eyes witnessed perhaps a ship of lengend, the light of distane star shone bright showing every soul onboard the "Defining Moment" the beauty and glory of it's majesty. The "Defining Moment" slowly brought itself along side the ship which made this Dictator class Cruiser small in comparison to it, I couldn't stop myself from steering at it, as we slowly moved along side this beast of a ship, my eyes continued to look over it until words wrote in gold and inscribed in High Gothic which said the Gjallarhorn.
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