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he gunship banked and looped. "They

ts of laser fire. The gunship's pilot hunched over the controls, heaving the craft back and forth in a desperate attempt to match the acrobatics of the a

to the vox. "Draw them off.

eft to scramble,

nk so that squad Turiossa would not hear. +Are you sure

t thing to do. It had to be. Even as the battle raged around him, his thoughts were filled with the note

t? What if you're playing into its hands? Commander Dante has need of you in Imperium Nihi

gry, but something about Rhacelus' questions irked

ow. "Do you think I have

nt of him. The mortal had no idea of what was happening but as Mephiston discretely loaned him transhuman intellect

is the e

d from his nose and splattered down the blue ceremite of his power armour. Rhacelus grabbed the hood of his armour with a curse as the mind interface cables flashed with sparks. Both Mephiston and Mariah found themselves

through gritted teeth, irritated by the temerity of a bein

king the controls back into a central pos

is the Dea

their seat. Straining against the safety harness and cracking their skull against their psy

heartbeat in the cabin thrummed in his ears and the pulse of the p

imself. He swallowed hard, trying to remove the iron ta

hining as she stared back at Mephiston. "This is no si

,+ warned

ton's veins, and he

he voice, scraping his

the Chemic Spheres, his self-imposed prison back on Baal. The alien voice was replaced by a great swell of High Gothic. Gathered a

for him as he died. His mind had tumbled back thro

ought on the rest of him. The tech-priest's body had been almost completely replaced by a clicking, whirri

rarian," c

ibrarians, but Rhacelus was not loo

gain and Mephiston's thoughts

seat shaking him, her eyes a b

looked around the gunship. He had been tricked. The dream had no

crimson. The intercessors were still in their seats. They were all fully armoured and wearing helmets, so it was impossi

t in time to see and aeldari fighte

wards, filling the guns