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	“This is Chapter Master Dante of the Blood Angels, Commander of Zargh 3 evacuation force. I am requesting to speak with the Emperor,” Dante said, steeling his patience. Why didn’t the operator tell the Neverending why he was calling?		“This is Chapter Master Dante of the Blood Angels, Commander of Zargh 3 evacuation force. I am requesting to speak with the Emperor,” Dante said, steeling his patience. Why didn’t the operator tell the Neverending why he was calling?

	“Commander Dante, the Emperor is preparing to depart for surface and can not be contacted,” the Techmarine said. “However, His destination is the base you made, so I’m sure you’ll be able to contact Him as soon as He’s groundside. Dante sighed.		“Commander Dante, the Emperor is preparing to depart for surface and can not be contacted,” the Techmarine said. “However, His destination is the base you made, so I’m sure you’ll be able to contact Him as soon as He’s groundside.” Dante sighed.

	“Understood. Put me through to-”		“Understood. Put me through to-”

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	Two hours later, Dante was sitting on the edge of the canyon, staring out at the bodies of the Orks that had been strewn across the canyon bed. An Apothecary was examining the wounded Marines, but for the moment, that was all that was going on. The canyon was noisy, echoing the sounds of the engines of the few vehicles the Imperial forces had brought with them. A Chaplain from Fifth Company had arrived, along with a few Apothecaries and Techpriests, but it had already been over ~~then~~ they arrived.		Two hours later, Dante was sitting on the edge of the canyon, staring out at the bodies of the Orks that had been strewn across the canyon bed. An Apothecary was examining the wounded Marines, but for the moment, that was all that was going on. The canyon was noisy, echoing the sounds of the engines of the few vehicles the Imperial forces had brought with them. A Chaplain from Fifth Company had arrived, along with a few Apothecaries and Techpriests, but it had already been over when they arrived.

	They were already calling it Dante’s Miracle, much to his distaste. Of the five thousand, seven hundred, fifty eight Orks that had been counted by orbital scanners, not one lived. Of the nine hundred Guard and Astartes, Enginseers and servitors, not one was dead. The Chaplain was leading a prayer to the Emperor, thanking Him for his deliverance, casting it over the vox-net, and Dante listened with half an ear. It was vaguely irritating to him that the Chaplain was thanking the Emperor when it had been his own talents that had secured victory, but he wasn’t about to argue the point. The battle had been so one-sided that he genuinely could not find any fault with the outcome, and even replaying the battle in his head over and over, he was surprised to find no retrospective error.		They were already calling it Dante’s Miracle, much to his distaste. Of the five thousand, seven hundred, fifty eight Orks that had been counted by orbital scanners, not one lived. Of the nine hundred Guard and Astartes, Enginseers and servitors, not one was dead. The Chaplain was leading a prayer to the Emperor, thanking Him for his deliverance, casting it over the vox-net, and Dante listened with half an ear. It was vaguely irritating to him that the Chaplain was thanking the Emperor when it had been his own talents that had secured victory, but he wasn’t about to argue the point. The battle had been so one-sided that he genuinely could not find any fault with the outcome, and even replaying the battle in his head over and over, he was surprised to find no retrospective error.

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	''Continued from [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Seven]]''.		''Continued from [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Seven]]''.

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	''Continued in [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Nine]].		''Continued in [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Nine]].
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	“Those Blood Ravens will nick anything that isn’t bolted down, bless their little hearts,” Russ said cheerfully. “It does leave me with the best of their wargear, at least.”		“Those Blood Ravens will nick anything that isn’t bolted down, bless their little hearts,” Russ said cheerfully. “It does leave me with the best of their wargear, at least.”

	“No kidding,” Guilliman said, glancing down at his own armor. It looked from the outside to be completely normal Mk.7a power armor, but a cursory run-through of its capabilities had revealed all sorts of ~~technsorcerous~~ goodies beneath its armored shell. A sheet of ceramite with holes poked through to accommodate the usual set of neural link was laid between the inner shells of adamantine and the carapace armor on the skin. The armor’s heat dissipaters had been expanded, and the helmet had interfaces for bionic systems that Roboute didn’t need. Over that, a built-in microauspex was added directly to the armor’s normal sensor suites, and a pair of solid ceramite holsters had been cleanly welded to the armor itself, just below the hip joints. The suit had been hastily repainted in Ultramarines colors and symbols to accommodate its new owner, but there was no denying the skill of the Blood Raven artificers who had been unsurprisingly accommodating in his ‘request’ for new armor.		“No kidding,” Guilliman said, glancing down at his own armor. It looked from the outside to be completely normal Mk.7a power armor, but a cursory run-through of its capabilities had revealed all sorts of technosorcerous goodies beneath its armored shell. A sheet of ceramite with holes poked through to accommodate the usual set of neural link was laid between the inner shells of adamantine and the carapace armor on the skin. The armor’s heat dissipaters had been expanded, and the helmet had interfaces for bionic systems that Roboute didn’t need. Over that, a built-in microauspex was added directly to the armor’s normal sensor suites, and a pair of solid ceramite holsters had been cleanly welded to the armor itself, just below the hip joints. The suit had been hastily repainted in Ultramarines colors and symbols to accommodate its new owner, but there was no denying the skill of the Blood Raven artificers who had been unsurprisingly accommodating in his ‘request’ for new armor.

	The Blood Ravens had become entirely aware of their predicament, and indeed several had requested permission to come along with the strike team, to seek redemption on the battlefield. The Emperor had been adamant that they get their chance, despite Guilliman’s misgivings, but the sentencing of Chapter Master Angelos stood, and he had been unceremoniously shipped off to the Eastern Fringe, where the Inquisition was expecting him. The Blood Ravens themselves would not accompany the ground forces, but would instead support the Space Hulk boarders, who would be led personally by El’Jonson himself. The Space Hulk boarders in the first wave were under the command of the Deathwatch killteams’ leader, who had all but refused to identify himself to the Astartes regulars, though this was of course his right. The markings on his armor denoted him as an officer in the imperial Fists second company, though none of the other Deathwatch seemed to be from that chapter.		The Blood Ravens had become entirely aware of their predicament, and indeed several had requested permission to come along with the strike team, to seek redemption on the battlefield. The Emperor had been adamant that they get their chance, despite Guilliman’s misgivings, but the sentencing of Chapter Master Angelos stood, and he had been unceremoniously shipped off to the Eastern Fringe, where the Inquisition was expecting him. The Blood Ravens themselves would not accompany the ground forces, but would instead support the Space Hulk boarders, who would be led personally by El’Jonson himself. The Space Hulk boarders in the first wave were under the command of the Deathwatch killteams’ leader, who had all but refused to identify himself to the Astartes regulars, though this was of course his right. The markings on his armor denoted him as an officer in the imperial Fists second company, though none of the other Deathwatch seemed to be from that chapter.
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	With precision that would have made a Necron envious, an earsplitting CRACK sounded as two huge bundles of shaped charges blew vast boulders out of the canyon walls, dropping them squarely on top of the Ork vanguard. Several hundred of the xenos filth made it past the toppling boulders, and from the sounds audible through the cacophony of the tumbling rocks, several Ork vehicles hadn’t been able to stop in time to avoid the sudden roadblock. The animals who did make it through raced forward, and Dante permitted himself a tight grin behind his mask. Orks were so predictable.		With precision that would have made a Necron envious, an earsplitting CRACK sounded as two huge bundles of shaped charges blew vast boulders out of the canyon walls, dropping them squarely on top of the Ork vanguard. Several hundred of the xenos filth made it past the toppling boulders, and from the sounds audible through the cacophony of the tumbling rocks, several Ork vehicles hadn’t been able to stop in time to avoid the sudden roadblock. The animals who did make it through raced forward, and Dante permitted himself a tight grin behind his mask. Orks were so predictable.

	“OPEN FIRE!” he roared, the amplivox in his mask echoing his voice throughout the entire canyon, thanks to some cunningly hidden speakers the Mechanicus had dropped in. The effect on the Orks, again, was minimal, but the Guard troops on the dammed side of the rockfall responded instantly. The mechanized units that been hiding on the canyon walls opened up with rockets and long-lases, cutting the greenskins to shreds in a blistering hail of fire from above. The Orks were taken completely by surprise, but rallied, diving for cover against the canyon walls where they could only be targeted by half the Guard troops above.		“OPEN FIRE!” he roared, the amplivox in his mask echoing his voice throughout the entire canyon, thanks to some cunningly hidden speakers the Mechanicus had dropped in. The effect on the Orks, again, was minimal, but the Guard troops on the dammed side of the rockfall responded instantly. The mechanized units that had been hiding on the canyon walls opened up with rockets and long-lases, cutting the greenskins to shreds in a blistering hail of fire from above. The Orks were taken completely by surprise, but rallied, diving for cover against the canyon walls where they could only be targeted by half the Guard troops above.

	This didn’t help them much, as the tripwires and pressure plates they stepped on en route triggered all manner of grenade traps, further cutting their ranks apart. The few vehicles left intact turned to face Dante, their drivers whipped into a frenzy by the battle all around them. A few took potshots at the man himself, though they didn’t manage to score any hits.		This didn’t help them much, as the tripwires and pressure plates they stepped on en route triggered all manner of grenade traps, further cutting their ranks apart. The few vehicles left intact turned to face Dante, their drivers whipped into a frenzy by the battle all around them. A few took potshots at the man himself, though they didn’t manage to score any hits.

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	“I understand. Please realize that my team is operating under direct authority of the Inquisitorix Ordos Xenos.”		“I understand. Please realize that my team is operating under direct authority of the Inquisitorix Ordos Xenos.”

	“And the authority of a the Emperor overrides that by no small margin, Commander. Need I meet you in person and prove it?” El’Jonson shot back, his voice going cold.		“And the authority of the Emperor overrides that by no small margin, Commander. Need I meet you in person and prove it?” El’Jonson shot back, his voice going cold.

	“No, my Lord, my command is yours,” the Deathwatch Marine said. “I apologize.”		“No, my Lord, my command is yours,” the Deathwatch Marine said. “I apologize.”

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	“Those Blood Ravens will nick anything that isn’t bolted down, bless their little hearts,” Russ said cheerfully. “It does leave me with the best of their wargear, at least.”		“Those Blood Ravens will nick anything that isn’t bolted down, bless their little hearts,” Russ said cheerfully. “It does leave me with the best of their wargear, at least.”

	“No kidding,” Guilliman said, glancing down at his own armor. It looked from the outside to be completely normal Mk.7a power armor, but a cursory run-through of its capabilities had revealed all sorts of technsorcerous goodies beneath its armored shell. A sheet of ceramite with holes poked through to accommodate the usual set of neural link was laid between the inner shells of adamantine and the carapace armor on the skin. The armor’s heat dissipaters had been expanded, and the helmet had interfaces for bionic systems that Roboute didn’t need. Over that, a built-in microauspex was added directly to the armor’s normal sensor suites, and a pair of solid ceramite holsters had been cleanly welded to the armor itself, just below the hip joints.		“No kidding,” Guilliman said, glancing down at his own armor. It looked from the outside to be completely normal Mk.7a power armor, but a cursory run-through of its capabilities had revealed all sorts of technsorcerous goodies beneath its armored shell. A sheet of ceramite with holes poked through to accommodate the usual set of neural link was laid between the inner shells of adamantine and the carapace armor on the skin. The armor’s heat dissipaters had been expanded, and the helmet had interfaces for bionic systems that Roboute didn’t need. Over that, a built-in microauspex was added directly to the armor’s normal sensor suites, and a pair of solid ceramite holsters had been cleanly welded to the armor itself, just below the hip joints. The suit had been hastily repainted in Ultramarines colors and symbols to accommodate its new owner, but there was no denying the skill of the Blood Raven artificers who had been unsurprisingly accommodating in his ‘request’ for new armor.

	The suit had been hastily repainted in Ultramarines colors and symbols to accommodate its new owner, but there was no denying the skill of the Blood Raven artificers who had been unsurprisingly accommodating in his ‘request’ for new armor. The Blood Ravens had become entirely aware of their predicament, and indeed several had requested permission to come along with the strike team, to seek redemption on the battlefield. The Emperor had been adamant that they get their chance, despite Guilliman’s misgivings, but the sentencing of Chapter Master Angelos stood, and he had been unceremoniously shipped off to the Eastern Fringe, where the Inquisition was expecting him. The Blood Ravens themselves would not accompany the ground forces, but would instead support the Space Hulk boarders, who would be led personally by El’Jonson himself. The Space Hulk boarders in the first wave were under the command of the Deathwatch killteams’ leader, who had all but refused to identify himself to the Astartes regulars, though this was of course his right. The markings on his armor denoted him as an officer in the imperial Fists second company, though none of the other Deathwatch seemed to be from that chapter.		The Blood Ravens had become entirely aware of their predicament, and indeed several had requested permission to come along with the strike team, to seek redemption on the battlefield. The Emperor had been adamant that they get their chance, despite Guilliman’s misgivings, but the sentencing of Chapter Master Angelos stood, and he had been unceremoniously shipped off to the Eastern Fringe, where the Inquisition was expecting him. The Blood Ravens themselves would not accompany the ground forces, but would instead support the Space Hulk boarders, who would be led personally by El’Jonson himself. The Space Hulk boarders in the first wave were under the command of the Deathwatch killteams’ leader, who had all but refused to identify himself to the Astartes regulars, though this was of course his right. The markings on his armor denoted him as an officer in the imperial Fists second company, though none of the other Deathwatch seemed to be from that chapter.

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	The suit had been hastily repainted in Ultramarines colors and symbols to accommodate its new owner, but there was no denying the skill of the Blood Raven artificers who had been unsurprisingly accommodating in his ‘request’ for new armor. The Blood Ravens had become entirely aware of their predicament, and indeed several had requested permission to come along with the strike team, to seek redemption on the battlefield. The Emperor had been adamant that they get their chance, despite Guilliman’s misgivings, but the sentencing of Chapter Master Angelos stood, and he had been unceremoniously shipped off to the Eastern Fringe, where the Inquisition was expecting him. The Blood Ravens themselves would not accompany the ground forces, but would instead support the Space Hulk boarders, who would be led personally by El’Jonson himself. The Space Hulk boarders in the first wave were under the command of the Deathwatch killteams’ leader, who had all but refused to identify himself to the Astartes regulars, though this was of course his right. The markings on his armor denoted him as an officer in the imperial Fists second company, though none of the other Deathwatch seemed to be from that chapter.		The suit had been hastily repainted in Ultramarines colors and symbols to accommodate its new owner, but there was no denying the skill of the Blood Raven artificers who had been unsurprisingly accommodating in his ‘request’ for new armor. The Blood Ravens had become entirely aware of their predicament, and indeed several had requested permission to come along with the strike team, to seek redemption on the battlefield. The Emperor had been adamant that they get their chance, despite Guilliman’s misgivings, but the sentencing of Chapter Master Angelos stood, and he had been unceremoniously shipped off to the Eastern Fringe, where the Inquisition was expecting him. The Blood Ravens themselves would not accompany the ground forces, but would instead support the Space Hulk boarders, who would be led personally by El’Jonson himself. The Space Hulk boarders in the first wave were under the command of the Deathwatch killteams’ leader, who had all but refused to identify himself to the Astartes regulars, though this was of course his right. The markings on his armor denoted him as an officer in the imperial Fists second company, though none of the other Deathwatch seemed to be from that chapter.


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	The Blood Angels had wasted no time, according to the astropathic communications between the Emperor and the fleet in orbit above the world, with Dante himself leading over thirteen hundred Astartes and forty five thousand Guardsmen to the surface, in the most densely populated region of the feral world. The natives were, quite understandably, panicked, as their world was so disrupted.		The Blood Angels had wasted no time, according to the astropathic communications between the Emperor and the fleet in orbit above the world, with Dante himself leading over thirteen hundred Astartes and forty five thousand Guardsmen to the surface, in the most densely populated region of the feral world. The natives were, quite understandably, panicked, as their world was so disrupted.