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>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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>The Consort of the IXth sat in the dust and dirt, head resting against a barricade.
>Well... "Barricade" was a charitable word for it. It was simply a pillar that had collapsed onto part of the road into the inner palace that a squad of Terran Militia had fortified with empty ammunition boxes and scraps of barbed wire.
>Around him wounded, starved, bloody men and women of the Terran Militia, Solar Auxilia, and even a few Skitarii surrounded him, sat in defensive positions, and taking cover behind anything that could offer it.
>2 lost looking Astartes had also joined them. One of them was an Imperial fist, wearing miss-matched armour that had been hastily repaired during the battle and carrying a Heavy Bolter. The other was a lonely Iron Hand, one of the few to make it to Terra before the traitors arrived. She was missing an arm, and held a Power Axe in the remaining hand.
>The IXth had brought his battalion of Soldiers back to occupy this location. One of the direct routes to the throne room. If the Traitors were to advance any further, they would certainly advance through here.
>And yet they had not advanced. It had been hours since he had left Regina's consort to hold part of the outer perimeter, but he knew better than to hope that he was still fighting ahead of them. Both of them had known this was the end, the advancing Astartes tanks and traitor Knights had made it plain to all. A fresh regiment of Solar Auxilia couldn't have hoped to hold the line against that, let alone the ragged battalion of Terran Militia he was commanding.
>But the Astartes were needed at the heart of the palace, and so he had faced it with a stoic and unflinching dignity. Ordering as many Militia to the front to buy the Astartes a few precious minutes to fall back to the final defensive lines, and giving command of what Militia couldn't be brought forwards to the IXth.
>The Consort of the IXth sat in the dust and dirt, head resting against a barricade.
>Well... "Barricade" was a charitable word for it. It was simply a pillar that had collapsed onto part of the road into the inner palace that a squad of Terran Militia had fortified with empty ammunition boxes and scraps of barbed wire.
>Around him wounded, starved, bloody men and women of the Terran Militia, Solar Auxilia, and even a few Skitarii surrounded him, sat in defensive positions, and taking cover behind anything that could offer it.
>2 lost looking Astartes had also joined them. One of them was an Imperial fist, wearing miss-matched armour that had been hastily repaired during the battle and carrying a Heavy Bolter. The other was a lonely Iron Hand, one of the few to make it to Terra before the traitors arrived. She was missing an arm, and held a Power Axe in the remaining hand.
>The IXth had brought his battalion of Soldiers back to occupy this location. One of the direct routes to the throne room. If the Traitors were to advance any further, they would certainly advance through here.
>And yet they had not advanced. It had been hours since he had left Regina's consort to hold part of the outer perimeter, but he knew better than to hope that he was still fighting ahead of them. Both of them had known this was the end, the advancing Astartes tanks and traitor Knights had made it plain to all. A fresh regiment of Solar Auxilia couldn't have hoped to hold the line against that, let alone the ragged battalion of Terran Militia he was commanding.
>But the Astartes were needed at the heart of the palace, and so he had faced it with a stoic and unflinching dignity. Ordering as many Militia to the front to buy the Astartes a few precious minutes to fall back to the final defensive lines, and giving command of what Militia couldn't be brought forwards to the IXth.