Editing M43 (section)

===The Prismarine's Objection===
'''4 343 148.M42'''
: Ulsis Prime, a garden world, one of the few. It was also the home of the chapter of the Prismarine. In the year 148M42, a small fleet of the Ecclesiarchy descended after they received requests for aid from the planet. When the Sororitas landed they discovered the reason for the requests. The planet had lost contact when the Astronomicon blurred and intense warp activity had kept it hidden. Having no sight of the light of Terra, the leadership assumed the worst, the Emperor had died. When the Sister heard of this, they flew into a promethium fueled rage.


: The entire city of Azure Finatu was vaporized from orbit while the bulk of the Order ate through Saphra Eutic. The once pristine beach world was now wracked by billowing smoke and ash that polluted the oceans and beachside jungles. The purge came to a climax in the government towers of the capital city of Jade Lasting. The Canoness and a quartet of her most trusted Battle Sisters had marched to the seat of the Planetary Governor. Aides and other necessary members of the government were batted aside as the Sororitas plowed through the halls toward the office. One Sister stopped as she heard an aide mumble about the end coming and the Emperor forsaking them. The Sister un-holstered her Flamer and burned his outline into the plasteel wall. They continued on, barely a step missed. The double doors burst open.


: The Planetary Governor, Srin Bartiq, looked up, alarmed at the intrusion. <span style="color:#808080">“You had better an excellent reason for interrupting-”</span> he growled as he looked up. <span style="color:#800000">“Governor Bartiq, you are being called to answer for the heresy of your world!”</span> the Canoness shouted. <span style="color:#808080">“Heresy? Explain yourself!”</span> Srin retorted, standing for effect. <span style="color:#800000">“Heresy most atrocious! Your world is claiming that the God-Emperor is dead! You’re lucky that we decided not to exterminatus this world and move on,”</span> the Canoness shouted, <span style="color:#800000">“Your answer NOW! Lest you die where-”</span> A rumbling stomping could be heard coming toward the office. A booming voice echoed into the room, <span style="color:#008080">“Hold your flaming tongue.”</span>


: A massive form shoved the Canoness’ retinue aside as he entered the room. <span style="color:#008080">“You, ~sister~, also have something to answer for as well”</span> This was the Chapter Master of the Prismarines, Alecksander Nobol. The massive Space Marine waded into the office. <span style="color:#008080">“While our esteemed Planetary Governor explains his ‘heresy’ you can explain to me why you are destroying one of the only garden worlds in the Imperium. And, let me be clear, it had better be better than ‘we are hungry’ because at least the Tyranids are honest,”</span> the massive Astartes proclaimed. The two leaders were speechless. The Canoness stuttered, <span style="color:#800000">“Y-You-you...I-I don’t have to answer to anything! This man is a heretic! PREPARE TO BE PURGED!”</span> She leveled her Flamer at the Governor.


: A blur of moving metal, the Chapter Master appeared in front of the Canoness. A ceramite gauntlet clamped over the baffle of the Flamer. Tiny puffs of fire leaked out between Alecksander’s hand until the pressure of his grip caused pressure to build and explode. Dropping the wrecked weapon and stepped up to the Astartes looking up into his face, <span style="color:#800000">“WHAT. IS. THE. MEANING. OF. THIS!?!”</span> <span style="color:#008080">“Meaning? Since neither of you seem to understand what is being asked of you, let me explain. As for the supposed death of the Emperor, it is true.”</span> The Canoness’ face degraded from angry to furious, <span style="color:#800000">“You. Heretic.”</span> <span style="color:#008080">“The Emperor is dead. His physical body is gone. What ''you'' will have to come to terms with is that his soul is not,”</span> responded Alecksander. The Canoness squinted her eyes at the Space Marine. Her quartet of Battle Sisters stepped in, sensing a climax to the discussion. <span style="color:#008080">“Unconvinced? Why don’t we ask the other ‘heretic’ in the room. Srin, what of the Emperor’s soul?”</span> Alecksander casually said as he leaned back toward the Governor. <span style="color:#808080">“Uhhh...w-w-well...our astropaths h-have seen small l-lights…,”</span> the Governor squeaked out. The Sororitas looked a bit confused. The Lord of the Prismarines looked back at the Canoness down in front of him, <span style="color:#008080">“Let me clarify. Whilst the astropaths have been getting hit-and-miss glances of the Astronomicon, they have consistently seen small lights as if the Astronomicon is incredibly far away. They have never seen these phenomena before. So given the Astronomicon dimming and occasional disappearances and the sudden appearance of these phenomena it would seem fair to consider that the fragments of the Emperor are these lights. So what do you think?”</span> The Canoness was silent, deep in thought. She double-took toward both the Governor and Chapter Master, <span style="color:#800000">“NO!”</span>


: <span style="color:#800000">“The very idea of saying that the God-Emperor is dead is heresy in and of itself! Regardless of the truth of it, your slanderous speech is nothing but HERESY! AND YOU WILL DIE LIKE A HERETIC!”</span> The Canoness screeched and stepped around the Marine headed toward the Governor. A large gauntlet grabbed her pack and swung her around, throwing her into the plasteel wall. Her look grew even more furious, furious that her righteous cause had been stopped, that the heretic would live. It changed in an instant, to one of stunned surprise. Alecksander’s right hand gripped her face. <span style="color:#008080">“RID MY PLANET OF YOUR IGNORANT FILTH, WITCH!”</span> he roared as he picked her up and crushed her against the floor. <span style="color:#008080">“NOW! Did any of you fail to understand our little discussion?”</span> the Chapter Master turned toward the remaining Sisters. They were visibly angry, no doubt agreeing with their canoness. But only with her reasoning that claiming the Emperor was dead was heresy. They did, however, understand that the Space Marine was probably right in his theory about the Emperor’s soul. 

: The Ecclesiarchy fleet soon left. The Prismarine chapter began aiding in the reconstruction of the damage. Alecksander hoped that the events of Ulsis Prime would reach ears that would listen.