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===Hints of Nikaea===

It was on Ullanor, meeting on the Triumph Plain with the last blood of the slain greenskins still stinking in the air, that those who could see what was coming gathered to confer.

"Greetings, brother," Cyaxares had said, grinning across his strange ruddy face. "It has been too long."

Aubey the Grey, the prodigal son, bowed. "Indeed. Not since before, Father had words with me."

Cyaxares gave a reaffirming clasp onto Aubrey’s pauldron, resting his hand there. The old pain of Lazerus, and of his adoptive race, felt distant. For the moment. Darius spoke calmly, and as if he understood his woe, "Indeed. Fortunately the past is past. You are forgiven, one with the family again. How are you? You look leaner than you were, if such a thing were possible."

Aubrey gave an equivocal shrug. He had seen much in the Eye, had seen the truth of creation. It had worn at him, changed him in ways even now he had yet to understand.

Cyaxares led him to a pavilion, where several of his brothers were also gathered. "I dislike these gatherings," was the greeting Alexandri of the Silver Cataphracts gave as he looked out over the plain at the gathering masses. Alexandri was a cold soul, but he had just as good a reason to be here as the others.

"Good." Said the Voidwatcher who could quite possibly the most psykically powerful of all of those present, as he got up to face Aubrey. "We are all here. We need to confer."

"About the Librarius?" Aubrey asked.

"You must have heard the rumours," Alexandri replied.

The Voidwatcher grinned his signature sickening smile, "There are always rumours. Lumey can shout his ignorance as much as he likes. I think the rest of the Imperium is learning to ignore him."

"It is not just Lumey. Arelex, Krainos. There is no shortage to the ignorant. Many who fear us, who hate us. Who would see us and our numbers, culled."

"Worry less," said Cyaxares, "There will always be suspicion of the gifted. We have to manage it, to explain it."

The Voidwatcher snorted, "They will destroy what we have built. None of them rest easily with what our Father has allowed. If we do not guard what we have won–"

"You forget one thing," Darius said quickly, cutting off the tattooed son of Ostium.

"Which is?" the Voidwatcher shot back, annoyed at the interruption.

"Our father," said Cyaxares fondly, "He set this thing in motion – can you imagine him letting the attack dogs ruin it? Lumey and Arelex will be given their chance to fulminate, I have seen it. Our only task, my elusive friend, is to remain true to reason."

"Yes, but what if Father listens to them?" Snapped the Voidwatcher, now bearing teeth, "Do not blindly trust in our Father to do what we want him to. His decisions are His own, and He can change them if He wants."

"Indeed," Alexandri said, his voice deep and angered, "Which is why we must not let that happen. We must present a united front. Only together can we ensure that the witch-hunters do not win." He stressed the word ‘Witch’, with a snarl playing about his lips. Aubrey had heard that psyker covens had been present on Rosskar, and that was the origin of the Psykers of the 24th Legion. He had no psychic power in him, unlike the Voidwatcher, Cyaxres or even Otztal, who wasn’t present for Ullanor.

"Why do we need to do this? Has Father given an inkling of any plans to deal with the Librarius?" Aubrey asked.

"Why is he gathering fifteen of us here Aubrey?" The Voidwatcher replied, softening his tone as if talking to a child, "You can feel in the air can't you? An event is on the horizon. And if He’s going to do anything without first seeing to the Librarius, then He’s a bigger fool than I thought. And Father is many things, but never a fool."

"So, what do we do then?" Aubrey asked, dark thoughts already curling in his mind. He would converse with the Gods, and see how this could be turned to their benefit.

"We talk," Voidwatcher stated, "We create a united ideal. We ensure our message is the same. The power the Librarius grants to us. The ideas of the future. The psychic potential that all humans have, and which must be nurtured. The power that is our birthright. Appeal to what Father knows, what He Himself wants of us all. We do that, and we ensure nothing goes wrong."

"And what if we fail?" Alexandri replied his voice full of disbelief, "What if we lose, and the Librarius is abolished, and all Psychic powers disposed of."

"Once a mind is opened it can never be closed,"The Voidwatcher said, voice now drained of all emotion, "This will not go against us. It cannot, and we will make it so."

"And it won’t." Cyaxares smiled. "Don’t be so dour you two. This is merely a precaution. We don’t know exactly what’s to happen yet. We merely know something will happen. Keep calm and carry on." He then turned to Aubrey. "You’ve been silent Brother. What do you think of all this?"

Aubrey shrugged again. "We do not know enough yet to be this worried. Precautions are good, but I do not see what all the fuss should be about. When Father speaks, when we learn why we have all been summoned here, then we should make plans. Until then, I have other things to deal with. Now, must we linger on this dust-clogged plain all morning, or does the Imperium’s munificence here extend to something to eat?"