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Ní neart go cur le chéile I watched the Thunderhawk dock on the Imperium’s Gauntlet and the two Primaris Marines walk down the rampart to meet the rest of the Kill Team for the first time. We had regrettably lost several brothers on our last mission. Two first born Brethren new to the Deathwatch arrived the day prior and were stood to attention with the rest of the squad behind me. Inquisitor Selekoff requested these incoming recruits herself and, as was her way, I knew nothing of them except their arrival. I’m sure she liked to do this simply to keep me on my toes. Still, it gives ample opportunity to hone my skills in statecraft and diplomacy for which I was grateful. I am of the White Consuls. We pride ourselves on our abilities as governors and diplomats in equal measure to our martial prowess. As such I familiarised myself with many of the common traits displayed by my brothers and cousins from different lineages. For all our differences as Chapters within the same gen

A SHADE OF CORAX  A shell struck Sergeant Edvinas’ helmet, splitting it in two and spraying a cloud of gore and bone shards into the air. He dropped to the ground. His body limp and lifeless. His soul now joined Kiril's in the Emperor’s memory, leaving only three of us still among the living. Rounds from heavy bolter placements continued to slam into our position. The situation was dire. Everything that could have gone wrong, had done. An apocalyptic electrical storm had destroyed half our landing craft and disabled most of the others. Our intel greatly underestimated the Black Legion’s strength planet-side, for a far greater number of the Planetary Defence Force had seemingly turned traitor, by force or by choice was not of importance. Either way they now had their weapons trained on us. Lieutenant Pasi had lost comms with our brothers in orbit and now we were backed into a small corner of a once proud Imperial city. I heard a click in my vox unit and Ensio’s ident bl