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	Farthest of the realms of the Imperium from Holy Terra is the Eastern Fringe. These regions of space are technically beyond the Choir of the Holy Astronomican, so only the greatest and most potent Navigators can even tell where they are. These are the realms that caused the armies of Macharius to shy away, that no fewer than three chapters of Astartes were founded to warden, and that not even Rogue Traders could safely explore. Grand Master Helbrecht, of the Black Templars, was one of VERY few men daring enough to try. He and Lord Commissar Yarrick had pursued a fleeing Ork Warboss here after said Warboss’s abandonment of the WAAAGH he had led on Armageddon, his second. Now, he and the redoubtable Commissar, joined by fully five hundred Black Templars, eight Grey Knights (including a Dreadknight), and three full-strength regiments of Imperial Guard chased the Ork to here, the very edge of space.		Farthest of the realms of the Imperium from Holy Terra is the Eastern Fringe. These regions of space are technically beyond the Choir of the Holy Astronomican, so only the greatest and most potent Navigators can even tell where they are. These are the realms that caused the armies of Macharius to shy away, that no fewer than three chapters of Astartes were founded to warden, and that not even Rogue Traders could safely explore. Grand Master Helbrecht, of the Black Templars, was one of VERY few men daring enough to try. He and Lord Commissar Yarrick had pursued a fleeing Ork Warboss here after said Warboss’s abandonment of the WAAAGH he had led on Armageddon, his second. Now, he and the redoubtable Commissar, joined by fully five hundred Black Templars, eight Grey Knights (including a Dreadknight), and three full-strength regiments of Imperial Guard chased the Ork to here, the very edge of space.

	What a picture they must have made, Helbrecht reflected, he in his Mark Seven Artificer Armor, and a five foot ten inch, two hundred year old cyborg Commissar, standing aside one another on the bridge of the ~~Undying Crusade~~, his flagship.		What a picture they must have made, Helbrecht reflected, he in his Mark Seven Artificer Armor, and a five foot ten inch, two hundred year old cyborg Commissar, standing aside one another on the bridge of the Eternal Crusader, his flagship.

	“Look, Master Helbrecht,” Yarrick said casually, “the edge of the world.” Helbrecht’s perennial frown smoothed out a few degrees.		“Look, Master Helbrecht,” Yarrick said casually, “the edge of the world.” Helbrecht’s perennial frown smoothed out a few degrees.

	“Indeed. ~~Thracka~~ can’t run much farther than this.” He turned to Yarrick and tilted his head back. “I must say, I am impressed with you, Commissar. After your opposition to my refusal to ignore ~~Thracka’s~~ roks in the second war for Armageddon, I didn’t think you’d accompany me here.”		“Indeed. Thraka can’t run much farther than this.” He turned to Yarrick and tilted his head back. “I must say, I am impressed with you, Commissar. After your opposition to my refusal to ignore Thraka’s roks in the second war for Armageddon, I didn’t think you’d accompany me here.”

	Yarrick was silent for nearly thirty seconds. When he spoke, it was with tightly controlled inflections. “Your refusal to help the civilians I was guarding grated, Master Helbrecht. But I would give the hand ~~Thracka~~ DIDN’T steal to kill him here.”		Yarrick was silent for nearly thirty seconds. When he spoke, it was with tightly controlled inflections. “Your refusal to help the civilians I was guarding grated, Master Helbrecht. But I would give the hand Thraka DIDN’T steal to kill him here.”

	Helbrecht returned his gaze to the front viewport. “Well put, Lord Commissar.”		Helbrecht returned his gaze to the front viewport. “Well put, Lord Commissar.”
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	“I can only plead your mercy, most Divine…Please…”		“I can only plead your mercy, most Divine…Please…”

	“QUIT YOUR BELLYACHING, SEBASTIAN, I’M ANGRIER AT HELBRECHT FOR TRYING TO SHOOT ME THAN I AM AT YOU BEING A SKEPTIC.” Helbrecht shot upright with alarm. “KIDDING, KIDDING. ANYWAY, I NEED YOU TWO CRAZY KIDS TO GO TELL THE ASTARTES AND COMMISSARIAL FORCES BACK ON ARMAGEDDON TO FINISH OFF THOSE ORKS AND GANGERS SO WE CAN GO GET SOME WORK DONE. I HAVE TO GO SEE TO ONE OF MY PRODIGAL PROGENY BEFORE I CAN TAKE MY PLACE AT THE HEAD OF THE ARMAGEDDON ARMY, THOUGH. SO, GET TO IT.” With a CRACK and a burst of purple haze, the Emperor was gone.		“QUIT YOUR BELLYACHING, SEBASTIAN, I’M ANGRIER AT HELBRECHT FOR TRYING TO SHOOT ME THAN I AM AT YOU BEING A SKEPTIC.” Helbrecht shot upright with alarm. “KIDDING, KIDDING. ANYWAY, I NEED YOU TWO CRAZY KIDS TO GO TELL THE ASTARTES AND COMMISSARIAL FORCES BACK ON ARMAGEDDON TO FINISH OFF THOSE ORKS AND GANGERS SO WE CAN GO GET SOME WORK DONE. I HAVE TO GO SEE TO ONE OF MY PRODIGAL PROGENY BEFORE I CAN TAKE MY PLACE AT THE HEAD OF THE ARMAGEDDON ARMY, THOUGH. SO, GET TO IT.” With a CRACK and a burst of purple haze, the Emperor was gone.

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

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	The vox-speaker in Helbrecht’s neckpiece chimed. “Master Helbrecht and Lord Commissar Yarrick, please report to the Titan bay IMMEDIATELY.”		The vox-speaker in Helbrecht’s neckpiece chimed. “Master Helbrecht and Lord Commissar Yarrick, please report to the Titan bay IMMEDIATELY.”

	Helbrecht sighed and tapped the vox. “What is the meaning of this? We are nearing orbit above the target world, ~~we-”~~		Helbrecht sighed and tapped the vox. “What is the meaning of this? We are nearing orbit above the target world, we—”

	“Lord Commissar Yarrick and Master Helbrecht to the Titan bay NOW.”		“Lord Commissar Yarrick and Master Helbrecht to the Titan bay NOW.”
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	“OH, THERE YOU BOTH ARE.”		“OH, THERE YOU BOTH ARE.”


	Helbrecht found his voice. “Foul entity of the Warp! How did you get through the Gellar Field?”		Helbrecht found his voice. “Foul entity of the Warp! How did you get through the Gellar Field?”
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	“OH, KNOCK IT OFF, COMMISSAR,” the thing said disdainfully, his voice echoing both from his massive maw and Yarrick’s mind. The elderly Commissar skidded to a halt before even making a few meters in.		“OH, KNOCK IT OFF, COMMISSAR,” the thing said disdainfully, his voice echoing both from his massive maw and Yarrick’s mind. The elderly Commissar skidded to a halt before even making a few meters in.

	“W…what? I ~~don’t-”~~		“W…what? I don’t—”

	“MEANWHILE,” the monster continued, “YOU LADS CAN GET UP NOW. REALLY. THIS IS A LITTLE EMBARRASSING.”		“MEANWHILE,” the monster continued, “YOU LADS CAN GET UP NOW. REALLY. THIS IS A LITTLE EMBARRASSING.”
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	“Why…why are you in the form of a daemon, my Lord God?”		“Why…why are you in the form of a daemon, my Lord God?”

	“LONG STORY.” The ~~monster..Emperor…thing~~ turned back to Yarrick. “YOU LOOK UNCONVINCED, SEBASTIAN.”		“LONG STORY.” The monster…Emperor…thing turned back to Yarrick. “YOU LOOK UNCONVINCED, SEBASTIAN.”

	Yarrick gritted his teeth. “I have no reason to believe you.”		Yarrick gritted his teeth. “I have no reason to believe you.”
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	Inquisitors are not trusting people. From an outsider perspective, this may make the decision of Malleus Radicals to use daemons as living weapons rather odd. If they do not even trust each other, why do they trust daemons? The answer is thus: they believe (however inaccurately) that demons are simple beasts, with predispositions that make them easy to control and manipulate. For that reason, it was perhaps those very Radicals who had the easiest time accepting the fact the Emperor had merged with a Warp Beast.		Inquisitors are not trusting people. From an outsider perspective, this may make the decision of Malleus Radicals to use daemons as living weapons rather odd. If they do not even trust each other, why do they trust daemons? The answer is thus: they believe (however inaccurately) that demons are simple beasts, with predispositions that make them easy to control and manipulate. For that reason, it was perhaps those very Radicals who had the easiest time accepting the fact the Emperor had merged with a Warp Beast.

	At the front of a spartan conference room, a holo of an astropath droned on, relaying the message of the High Lords. A pair of inquisitors sat in at the opposite end of the table, watching in silence. The High Lords’ message was well-crafted, no doubt, carefully avoiding the possibility that the Emperor Himself was a demon. Finally, the elder Inquisitor cut the transmission off with a snort and a wave of his hand.		At the front of a spartan conference room, a holo pict-cast of an astropath droned on, relaying the message of the High Lords. A pair of inquisitors sat in at the opposite end of the table, watching in silence. The High Lords’ message was well-crafted, no doubt, carefully avoiding the possibility that the Emperor Himself was a demon. Finally, the elder Inquisitor cut the transmission off with a snort and a wave of his hand.

	“Pure rubbish,” he said.		“Pure rubbish,” he said.

1d4chan>Garrick: Livii --> LIIVI, Sigilite --> Sigillite, typos

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	The first Warlock was silent for a long moment before looking up reverently. “No…Sister, there is nothing wrong. The mon…human is almost healed! I just started!”		The first Warlock was silent for a long moment before looking up reverently. “No…Sister, there is nothing wrong. The mon…human is almost healed! I just started!”

	“Perhaps there was some truth to the rumor that he could heal himself in stasis,” ~~Livii~~ mused. Both Warlocks jumped. He had been sitting in a chair by the wall the entire time, and neither had noticed. One spoke up quickly to cover his embarrassment.		“Perhaps there was some truth to the rumor that he could heal himself in stasis,” LIIVI mused. Both Warlocks jumped. He had been sitting in a chair by the wall the entire time, and neither had noticed. One spoke up quickly to cover his embarrassment.

	“What? Heal naturally in stasis? That is impossible.”		“What? Heal naturally in stasis? That is impossible.”

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	Macha tried to smile, and couldn’t quite do it. “I…know that, Warlock. I can feel his mind intact. But why does he still slumber?”		Macha tried to smile, and couldn’t quite do it. “I…know that, Warlock. I can feel his mind intact. But why does he still slumber?”

	“Your father was dropped into the Pit of Lust, Lady Macha. He’s lucky he still has a soul at all. Taldeer shuddered at the terse, clinical pronouncement.		“Your father was dropped into the Pit of Lust, Lady Macha. He’s lucky he still has a soul at all." Taldeer shuddered at the terse, clinical pronouncement.

	“When shall he awaken?” she asked, not taking her eyes off of her father’s face.		“When shall he awaken?” she asked, not taking her eyes off of her father’s face.
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	His motions stilled, and his hands slackened. Macha looked up at the Warlock in silent disappointment. The Warlock shrugged. “At least a day, Lady Macha. Perhaps you should rest.”		His motions stilled, and his hands slackened. Macha looked up at the Warlock in silent disappointment. The Warlock shrugged. “At least a day, Lady Macha. Perhaps you should rest.”

	She stared at the masked Warlock for a second longer before turning back to Eldrad. “Yes…I’m no good bone-weary.”		She stared at the masked Warlock for a second longer before turning back to Eldrad. “Yes…I’m no good bone-weary.”

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	The box was empty.		The box was empty.

	For several seconds, Draigo just stared, feeling his jaw slowly drop. How could this be? Not since Malcador the ~~Sigility~~ had ordered the box be placed there immediately before ascending the Golden Throne had the room been opened! What foul trickery was this?		For several seconds, Draigo just stared, feeling his jaw slowly drop. How could this be? Not since Malcador the Sigilite had ordered the box be placed there immediately before ascending the Golden Throne had the room been opened! What foul trickery was this?

	Kaldor felt his astonishment turn to rage. His hands shook, even through his Terminator armor. He replaced the lid of the box, his eyes clouding with anger. Whomever was responsible for this would burn in hell.		Kaldor felt his astonishment turn to rage. His hands shook, even through his Terminator armor. He replaced the lid of the box, his eyes clouding with anger. Whomever was responsible for this would burn in hell.
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	“Await the Emperor before the Throne. He knows you are coming. Malcador.”		“Await the Emperor before the Throne. He knows you are coming. Malcador.”

	Beneath the box, a beacon blinked once, unseen.		Beneath the box, a beacon blinked once, unseen.

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	“What? Heal naturally in stasis? That is impossible.”		“What? Heal naturally in stasis? That is impossible.”

	“’Many things are impossible, for those who choose not to try’,” ~~Livii~~ quoted. “He’s a Primarch. What can’t he do?”		“’Many things are impossible, for those who choose not to try’,” LIIVI quoted. “He’s a Primarch. What can’t he do?”

	Eldrad emitted a tiny whimper at that point, saving the Warlock further inconvenience. Macha’s head snapped back to her father. “Father? Can you hear me?”		Eldrad emitted a tiny whimper at that point, saving the Warlock further inconvenience. Macha’s head snapped back to her father. “Father? Can you hear me?”
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	“Indeed. Thracka can’t run much farther than this.” He turned to Yarrick and tilted his head back. “I must say, I am impressed with you, Commissar. After your opposition to my refusal to ignore Thracka’s roks in the second war for Armageddon, I didn’t think you’d accompany me here.”		“Indeed. Thracka can’t run much farther than this.” He turned to Yarrick and tilted his head back. “I must say, I am impressed with you, Commissar. After your opposition to my refusal to ignore Thracka’s roks in the second war for Armageddon, I didn’t think you’d accompany me here.”

	Yarrick was silent for nearly thirty seconds. When he spoke, it was with tightly controlled inflections. “Your refusal to help the civilians I was guarding grated, Master Helbrecht. But I would give the hand ~~Thraka~~ DIDN’T steal to kill him here.”		Yarrick was silent for nearly thirty seconds. When he spoke, it was with tightly controlled inflections. “Your refusal to help the civilians I was guarding grated, Master Helbrecht. But I would give the hand Thracka DIDN’T steal to kill him here.”

	Helbrecht returned his gaze to the front viewport. “Well put, Lord Commissar.”		Helbrecht returned his gaze to the front viewport. “Well put, Lord Commissar.”
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	Titan, Base of the Grey Knights.		Titan, Base of the Grey Knights.

	Lord Kaldor Draigo stared at the tiny brass key in his armored palm. The air in the Tomb of the ~~Sigilite~~ was damp, stagnant, and dark. The responsibility entrusted to the Grey Knights ensured that their sacrifices would probably never be known to the public at large, and even the Inquisition itself viewed the Knights with a measure of quiet respect. Among their victories were the scouring of entire star systems clean of demonic filth, spearheading exploratory fleets to areas where Chaos-worshipping xenos dwelled, and even shepherding Librarians of penitent Chapters of the Space Marines, such as the Lamenters.		Lord Kaldor Draigo stared at the tiny brass key in his armored palm. The air in the Tomb of the Sigillite was damp, stagnant, and dark. The responsibility entrusted to the Grey Knights ensured that their sacrifices would probably never be known to the public at large, and even the Inquisition itself viewed the Knights with a measure of quiet respect. Among their victories were the scouring of entire star systems clean of demonic filth, spearheading exploratory fleets to areas where Chaos-worshipping xenos dwelled, and even shepherding Librarians of penitent Chapters of the Space Marines, such as the Lamenters.

	But those were things of the past. Those were achievements they used to be proud of, services they could admire. Those times were over.		But those were things of the past. Those were achievements they used to be proud of, services they could admire. Those times were over.
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	The box was empty.		The box was empty.

	For several seconds, Draigo just stared, feeling his jaw slowly drop. How could this be? Not since Malcador the ~~Sigilite~~ had ordered the box be placed there immediately before ascending the Golden Throne had the room been opened! What foul trickery was this?		For several seconds, Draigo just stared, feeling his jaw slowly drop. How could this be? Not since Malcador the Sigillite had ordered the box be placed there immediately before ascending the Golden Throne had the room been opened! What foul trickery was this?

	Kaldor felt his astonishment turn to rage. His hands shook, even through his Terminator armor. He replaced the lid of the box, his eyes clouding with anger. Whomever was responsible for this would burn in hell.		Kaldor felt his astonishment turn to rage. His hands shook, even through his Terminator armor. He replaced the lid of the box, his eyes clouding with anger. Whomever was responsible for this would burn in hell.