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	“I AM GLAD TO HEAR OF IT,” the Emperor said tiredly, his voice echoing in the ears and minds of the six Primarchs who stood before him. “WHERE THE WARP IS CONCERNED, DEATH IS A TRIVIALITY, BUT EVEN SLAANESH CAN’T DENY THAT FULGRIM ACCOMPLISHED BASICALLY NOTHING. I DOUBT WE’LL SEE HIM AGAIN FOR A WHILE. CORAX, HOW’S THE ARM?”		“I AM GLAD TO HEAR OF IT,” the Emperor said tiredly, his voice echoing in the ears and minds of the six Primarchs who stood before him. “WHERE THE WARP IS CONCERNED, DEATH IS A TRIVIALITY, BUT EVEN SLAANESH CAN’T DENY THAT FULGRIM ACCOMPLISHED BASICALLY NOTHING. I DOUBT WE’LL SEE HIM AGAIN FOR A WHILE. CORAX, HOW’S THE ARM?”

	“It hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt,” the black-haired Primarch managed. “Oh, hell, it’s like it’s melting off with the nerves attached still,” he said, his eyes narrowed to slits and teeth clenched in agony. A Salamanders Apothecary had injected Corax with painkillers, but nothing could stop the poison. Guilliman’s hunch had borne true: one Fulgrim’s blades had been poisoned, and though he had been lucky enough to personally avoid getting hit by that blade, clearly Corax hadn’t. He was out of his Terminator armor now, wearing the carapace plate of his suit, and cradling his hand. The arm was turning black at the site of the cut, oozing even under the bandage. Guilliman’s own wound, when he fought Fulgrim long before, had been far more grave, and had been nearly beyond the help of the Eldar when the Emperor brought him to them. Corax, by contrast, was nowhere near as badly injured, but he lacked the benefit of stasis fields.		“It hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt,” the black-haired Primarch managed. “Oh, hell, it’s like it’s melting off with the nerves attached still,” he said, his eyes narrowed to slits and teeth clenched in agony. A Salamanders Apothecary had injected Corax with painkillers, but nothing could stop the poison. Guilliman’s hunch had borne true: one of Fulgrim’s blades had been poisoned, and though he had been lucky enough to personally avoid getting hit by that blade, clearly Corax hadn’t. He was out of his Terminator armor now, wearing the carapace plate of his suit, and cradling his hand. The arm was turning black at the site of the cut, oozing even under the bandage. Guilliman’s own wound, when he fought Fulgrim long before, had been far more grave, and had been nearly beyond the help of the Eldar when the Emperor brought him to them. Corax, by contrast, was nowhere near as badly injured, but he lacked the benefit of stasis fields.

	The Emperor had turned quiet at the news of his son’s injury, waiting for the six men to tell their stories. After hearing that Vulkan had delayed Draigo and the others from reaching the fight, he had been outwardly angry, but admitted to himself that he wasn’t sure he would not have done the same.		The Emperor had turned quiet at the news of his son’s injury, waiting for the six men to tell their stories. After hearing that Vulkan had delayed Draigo and the others from reaching the fight, he had been outwardly angry, but admitted to himself that he wasn’t sure he would not have done the same.

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	“I AM GLAD TO HEAR OF IT,” the Emperor said tiredly, his voice echoing in the ears and minds of the six Primarchs who stood before him. “WHERE THE WARP IS CONCERNED, DEATH IS A TRIVIALITY, BUT EVEN SLAANESH CAN’T DENY THAT FULGRIM ACCOMPLISHED BASICALLY NOTHING. I DOUBT WE’LL SEE HIM AGAIN FOR A WHILE. CORAX, HOW’S THE ARM?”		“I AM GLAD TO HEAR OF IT,” the Emperor said tiredly, his voice echoing in the ears and minds of the six Primarchs who stood before him. “WHERE THE WARP IS CONCERNED, DEATH IS A TRIVIALITY, BUT EVEN SLAANESH CAN’T DENY THAT FULGRIM ACCOMPLISHED BASICALLY NOTHING. I DOUBT WE’LL SEE HIM AGAIN FOR A WHILE. CORAX, HOW’S THE ARM?”

	“It hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt,” the black-haired Primarch managed. “Oh, hell, it’s like it’s melting off with the nerves attached still,” he said, his eyes narrowed to slits and teeth clenched in agony. A Salamanders Apothecary had injected Corax with painkillers, but nothing could stop the poison. Guilliman’s hunch had borne true: one Fulgrim’s blades had been poisoned, and though he had been lucky enough to personally avoid getting hit ~~that~~ that blade, clearly Corax hadn’t. He was out of his Terminator armor now, wearing the carapace plate of his suit, and cradling his hand. The arm was turning black at the site of the cut, oozing even under the bandage. Guilliman’s own wound, when he fought Fulgrim long before, had been far more grave, and had been nearly beyond the help of the Eldar when the Emperor brought him to them. Corax, by contrast, was nowhere near as badly injured, but he lacked the benefit of stasis fields.		“It hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt,” the black-haired Primarch managed. “Oh, hell, it’s like it’s melting off with the nerves attached still,” he said, his eyes narrowed to slits and teeth clenched in agony. A Salamanders Apothecary had injected Corax with painkillers, but nothing could stop the poison. Guilliman’s hunch had borne true: one Fulgrim’s blades had been poisoned, and though he had been lucky enough to personally avoid getting hit by that blade, clearly Corax hadn’t. He was out of his Terminator armor now, wearing the carapace plate of his suit, and cradling his hand. The arm was turning black at the site of the cut, oozing even under the bandage. Guilliman’s own wound, when he fought Fulgrim long before, had been far more grave, and had been nearly beyond the help of the Eldar when the Emperor brought him to them. Corax, by contrast, was nowhere near as badly injured, but he lacked the benefit of stasis fields.

	The Emperor had turned quiet at the news of his son’s injury, waiting for the six men to tell their stories. After hearing that Vulkan had delayed Draigo and the others from reaching the fight, he had been outwardly angry, but admitted to himself that he wasn’t sure he would not have done the same.		The Emperor had turned quiet at the news of his son’s injury, waiting for the six men to tell their stories. After hearing that Vulkan had delayed Draigo and the others from reaching the fight, he had been outwardly angry, but admitted to himself that he wasn’t sure he would not have done the same.

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	He’Stan pivoted at the waist and fired at the other pair of gunners. After only a few shots, however, the chunk of the office building they had been hiding in exploded, with a massive burst of smoky rubble. A low rumbling from behind them heralded a pair of Arbites-marked vehicles, crawling across the square to retrieve the Thunderhawk crew. One was a Leman Russ, much to the relief of the squad, and its bolters were making a mess of the few gunners unwise enough to poke their heads out to target the two units. The other vehicle, a Chimera, was turning to load the injured men still huddling behind the damaged train station into its compartment.		He’Stan pivoted at the waist and fired at the other pair of gunners. After only a few shots, however, the chunk of the office building they had been hiding in exploded, with a massive burst of smoky rubble. A low rumbling from behind them heralded a pair of Arbites-marked vehicles, crawling across the square to retrieve the Thunderhawk crew. One was a Leman Russ, much to the relief of the squad, and its bolters were making a mess of the few gunners unwise enough to poke their heads out to target the two units. The other vehicle, a Chimera, was turning to load the injured men still huddling behind the damaged train station into its compartment.

	Suddenly, the clamor of bolter shells and lasers was joined by a new, horrible sound: a krak missile launch. Vulkan traced a pinprick of grey ahead of a streak of smoke, heading straight for the tank. By a miracle, it hit the Leman Russ square on the dozer blade, instead of the vehicle itself. Vulkan took the opportunity, firing his pistol’s magazine into the office that had concealed the missile launcher. He didn’t wait to see whether his shots had any effect, instead shoving the Companions into motion, directing them both towards the opposite end of the plaza. They all reached the cover of the entrance to the nearest spire without getting hit, and Vulkan pulled open one of the massive, bronze-plated doors of the building. A few civilians inside screamed ~~off~~ and ran, and Vulkan waited until the other five men entered before slamming the door shut.		Suddenly, the clamor of bolter shells and lasers was joined by a new, horrible sound: a krak missile launch. Vulkan traced a pinprick of grey ahead of a streak of smoke, heading straight for the tank. By a miracle, it hit the Leman Russ square on the dozer blade, instead of the vehicle itself. Vulkan took the opportunity, firing his pistol’s magazine into the office that had concealed the missile launcher. He didn’t wait to see whether his shots had any effect, instead shoving the Companions into motion, directing them both towards the opposite end of the plaza. They all reached the cover of the entrance to the nearest spire without getting hit, and Vulkan pulled open one of the massive, bronze-plated doors of the building. A few civilians inside screamed and ran off, and Vulkan waited until the other five men entered before slamming the door shut.

	Draigo peered down the cavernous hallway, which seemed to stretch on as far as the horizon, filled almost entirely with people, wandering from one interconnected series of rooms and halls to another. The ones nearest the door spotted the power-armored warriors and pointed, some making the sign of the Aquila.		Draigo peered down the cavernous hallway, which seemed to stretch on as far as the horizon, filled almost entirely with people, wandering from one interconnected series of rooms and halls to another. The ones nearest the door spotted the power-armored warriors and pointed, some making the sign of the Aquila.
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	“Through that killing corridor? Watched by who knows how many millions of snipers? Hell no,” Vulkan said. “We’re going the fast way.”		“Through that killing corridor? Watched by who knows how many millions of snipers? Hell no,” Vulkan said. “We’re going the fast way.”


	==Aboard the Neverending==		==Aboard the Neverending==

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	“If you’re Malleus, then your missions is to…what, banish Warpspawn that breach the veil between dimensions?” Vulkan asked with perfectly concealed distaste.		“If you’re Malleus, then your missions is to…what, banish Warpspawn that breach the veil between dimensions?” Vulkan asked with perfectly concealed distaste.

	Draigo raised his voice slightly to be heard over the engines. “Precisely, though we sortie against other threats as well. Since the Emperor desired that the Custodes be deployed directly against the rioters, my own Chapter was called ~~into~~ help defend the palace in their absence. We’re based off of the moon of Titan, so it was not a problem.”		Draigo raised his voice slightly to be heard over the engines. “Precisely, though we sortie against other threats as well. Since the Emperor desired that the Custodes be deployed directly against the rioters, my own Chapter was called in to help defend the palace in their absence. We’re based off of the moon of Titan, so it was not a problem.”

	“I see,” Vulkan said, dropping into a seat. The ramp lifted and the aircraft was off, turning slightly on the thrusters before accelerating off. The sensor package in Vulkan’s helmet came alive and displayed a myriad of contacts, linked directly into the gunship’s auspex. A group of five transports, being their own Thunderhawk Gunship, two Thunderhawk Transports, an Aquila, and a Navy dropship, were visible, above the battle-streaked ruins of the streets below. The sensors flickered with other contacts, mostly Arbites and PDF vehicles on the group, rounding up prisoners or cleaning up rubble.		“I see,” Vulkan said, dropping into a seat. The ramp lifted and the aircraft was off, turning slightly on the thrusters before accelerating off. The sensor package in Vulkan’s helmet came alive and displayed a myriad of contacts, linked directly into the gunship’s auspex. A group of five transports, being their own Thunderhawk Gunship, two Thunderhawk Transports, an Aquila, and a Navy dropship, were visible, above the battle-streaked ruins of the streets below. The sensors flickered with other contacts, mostly Arbites and PDF vehicles on the group, rounding up prisoners or cleaning up rubble.

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	''Continued in [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Eleven]].		''Continued in [[The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Eleven]].

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

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	“Too many. The people out there aren’t wearing Slaaneshi colors or using anything more potent than simple self-defense gear.”		“Too many. The people out there aren’t wearing Slaaneshi colors or using anything more potent than simple self-defense gear.”

	“Brainwashed by the taint, no doubt,” Dante replied, sidling up to the corner. The hallway narrowed beyond the turn, becoming barely wide enough to admit a Terminator. Dante dropped to a knee and spun around the corner, firing the Perdition Pistol at the entrenched heretics. The beam washed over them, incinerating the middle of the group and setting the clothes of the outer ones aflame. Rather than roll and extinguish the fires like a sane person would, they gasped joyously and sprinted forward. ~~Date~~ brought up the Axe and stood, leaning into the blow. The first heretic ~~spit~~ neatly down the middle, giggling like a fool.		“Brainwashed by the taint, no doubt,” Dante replied, sidling up to the corner. The hallway narrowed beyond the turn, becoming barely wide enough to admit a Terminator. Dante dropped to a knee and spun around the corner, firing the Perdition Pistol at the entrenched heretics. The beam washed over them, incinerating the middle of the group and setting the clothes of the outer ones aflame. Rather than roll and extinguish the fires like a sane person would, they gasped joyously and sprinted forward. Dante brought up the Axe and stood, leaning into the blow. The first heretic split neatly down the middle, giggling like a fool.

	The next leaped over his friend’s body and tried to grab the Axe away from Dante, but the ancient Marine was far faster, and brought the pommel at the end of the haft up in a swift blow that sent the man reeling back, then joined his friend on the floor in pieces when Dante cleaved him apart.		The next leaped over his friend’s body and tried to grab the Axe away from Dante, but the ancient Marine was far faster, and brought the pommel at the end of the haft up in a swift blow that sent the man reeling back, then joined his friend on the floor in pieces when Dante cleaved him apart.

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	“Emperor’s will protect you, warriors!” the co-pilot said into his vox as he and the pilot neatly spun the Thunderhawk around and dropped out of sight below the landing pad, clearing the way for the next transport. Landing all the transports available to the Neverending’s force on a single pad would have been ridiculously time-consuming and dangerous, so they were landing on a many pads as could be secured, and then pulling the transports back, useless as they would have been for a hive battle. The next transport to land behind them was a Guard Aquila, and the Elysian regiment it carried. The troops leaped out as the three Guards that had hitched a ride on the Thunderhawk extracted their own vehicles and started it up. Guilliman jogged over to the colossal cargo door through which the Predator had driven, and swept the dark and litter-strewn bay beyond for any hostile contacts.		“Emperor’s will protect you, warriors!” the co-pilot said into his vox as he and the pilot neatly spun the Thunderhawk around and dropped out of sight below the landing pad, clearing the way for the next transport. Landing all the transports available to the Neverending’s force on a single pad would have been ridiculously time-consuming and dangerous, so they were landing on a many pads as could be secured, and then pulling the transports back, useless as they would have been for a hive battle. The next transport to land behind them was a Guard Aquila, and the Elysian regiment it carried. The troops leaped out as the three Guards that had hitched a ride on the Thunderhawk extracted their own vehicles and started it up. Guilliman jogged over to the colossal cargo door through which the Predator had driven, and swept the dark and litter-strewn bay beyond for any hostile contacts.

	They found him before he could find them, and a bolter ~~shall~~ exploded against his armor, knocking him back a step. He spun to face the gunner before he could retarget him, and his jaw tightened with recognition. The shooter was a massively mutated member of the Emperor’s Children. The freak opened up on Guilliman with a bolt pistol in one hand and a sonic pistol in the other, but Guilliman ducked back behind the massive door before the Traitor could hit him. He raised one hand from the huge bolter and shook his first twice, and the Guard Tauros shot past him into the bay, careening straight past the ill-concealed Noise Marine, and the driver slammed the emergency break, spinning the aft of the scout vehicle to slam into the adamantium-clad warrior. The Noise Marine recoiled, its weapons dropped in the collision. It recovered quickly, grabbing the car to toss it aside, but before it could lift, Guilliman shot it neatly through the skull.		They found him before he could find them, and a bolter shell exploded against his armor, knocking him back a step. He spun to face the gunner before he could retarget him, and his jaw tightened with recognition. The shooter was a massively mutated member of the Emperor’s Children. The freak opened up on Guilliman with a bolt pistol in one hand and a sonic pistol in the other, but Guilliman ducked back behind the massive door before the Traitor could hit him. He raised one hand from the huge bolter and shook his first twice, and the Guard Tauros shot past him into the bay, careening straight past the ill-concealed Noise Marine, and the driver slammed the emergency break, spinning the aft of the scout vehicle to slam into the adamantium-clad warrior. The Noise Marine recoiled, its weapons dropped in the collision. It recovered quickly, grabbing the car to toss it aside, but before it could lift, Guilliman shot it neatly through the skull.

	The Elysian gunner spun the turret to cover the entrance of the dock as the rest of Guilliman’s troops scrambled in, covering the windows and corners of the cavernous room. The Elysians filtered in behind them in commendably cautious fashion, policing any useful equipment from the dead heretics outside. Guilliman marched over to the damaged scout car to speak with the crew. “Nice job. Is that thing still operational?”		The Elysian gunner spun the turret to cover the entrance of the dock as the rest of Guilliman’s troops scrambled in, covering the windows and corners of the cavernous room. The Elysians filtered in behind them in commendably cautious fashion, policing any useful equipment from the dead heretics outside. Guilliman marched over to the damaged scout car to speak with the crew. “Nice job. Is that thing still operational?”