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6/18/2025, 2:47:11 AM
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3/?
>The IXth pondered those exact thoughts now. His beloved was truly an Angelic being, and had he been of smaller mind he likely would have fallen in with Lorgara's cultists, and worshipped her as one.
>"Why me?"
>His closed his blood shot eyes and shifted slightly, scraping his golden armour against the pillar he lay against. Not that it mattered. His armour was so dented and scratched he would need it extensive refitting's and repairs to even make it presentable again. He may as well have it melted down and have a new suit created.
>He chuckled grimly. As if he would live past this day to have another suit of armour fitted. He would die in this armour.
>A vox crackle drew him from his thoughts and he looked over to an Auxilia communications officer.
>"Repeat and Confirm" the voidsmen said, his voice hoarse, but clearly quivering.
>"What is it?" The IXth stood up, collecting his power spear from the ground and moving over to the vox operator, staying low behind cover.
>A few more barely audible crackles came through the machine, and the operator looked up, "The Vengful Spirit is pulling out of orbit, and the Daughters of Isis are evacuating the planet."
>Immediately this caught the attention of all nearby, and even the two astartes snapped to attention to hear what was being said.
>"The traitors are in disarray. I think... I think Isis has been slain."
>The words echoed throughout the battalion as soldiers excitedly passed around the news. Could it be true? In the final hour, could their victory have been won?
3/?
>The IXth pondered those exact thoughts now. His beloved was truly an Angelic being, and had he been of smaller mind he likely would have fallen in with Lorgara's cultists, and worshipped her as one.
>"Why me?"
>His closed his blood shot eyes and shifted slightly, scraping his golden armour against the pillar he lay against. Not that it mattered. His armour was so dented and scratched he would need it extensive refitting's and repairs to even make it presentable again. He may as well have it melted down and have a new suit created.
>He chuckled grimly. As if he would live past this day to have another suit of armour fitted. He would die in this armour.
>A vox crackle drew him from his thoughts and he looked over to an Auxilia communications officer.
>"Repeat and Confirm" the voidsmen said, his voice hoarse, but clearly quivering.
>"What is it?" The IXth stood up, collecting his power spear from the ground and moving over to the vox operator, staying low behind cover.
>A few more barely audible crackles came through the machine, and the operator looked up, "The Vengful Spirit is pulling out of orbit, and the Daughters of Isis are evacuating the planet."
>Immediately this caught the attention of all nearby, and even the two astartes snapped to attention to hear what was being said.
>"The traitors are in disarray. I think... I think Isis has been slain."
>The words echoed throughout the battalion as soldiers excitedly passed around the news. Could it be true? In the final hour, could their victory have been won?
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