Chapter 5

"Courage is stronger than Adamantium.

One is forged in the anvils of war,

The other is a feeble illusion of safety created by delusive fools."

-Chaplain Anthony of the Sagittarians Chapter

*

Alexandro stood to attention encased within the artifice segmented carapace armour, given to him as a gift from the Magos once he had recovered enough to take to the forge a week after the Imperials had defeated the orks, perfectly at home among its hundreds of interlocking dark-blue plates with the Chapter symbol proudly emblazoned in silver on his left pauldron. The rest of Team Upsilon stood to either side of him in the armour they took from the armoury of Manufactorium Septimus Omega –similar, though none as intricate or as efficient as his. The other remaining aspirants stood behind them, a total of two rows of five standing to attention to sergeant Octavius who paced the deck in front of them, silent despite wearing two tonnes of power armour.

'The reason why I called you here is for two reasons, firstly because I've just been informed of a problem,' the sergeant said suddenly stopping, 'we will be returning to Pabilsag immediately, and in a couple of weeks time we will be reassigned to the Second Company in their endeavour to end another ork incursion in one of the systems we swore to protect.'

'But sir?' asked Alexandro. 'Isn't our training incomplete? We aren't ready for a full-scale campaign yet.

'That brings me to my second point, I've discussed this with Captain Raphael for the past few days, and we've decided to promote you all to neophytes of the Chapter, your training as scouts to begin immediately if your compatibility with the geneseed is up to standards.'

The news struck Alexandro like a physical blow, to be inducted into the Chapter so quickly was a great honour.

'You're kidding right sir?' said someone from the line behind Alexandro.

The sergeant sighed in resignation. 'No I am not kidding Neophyte Manuel, though I could rescind that honour for you if you wish.'

Alexandro heard a gulp before, 'No sergeant, that's fine by me.'

'The strike cruiser Resolute will enter the system in approximately two weeks if their jump is stable, to pick us up and rendezvous with the Battlebarge Invictus in the Pandor system to rid it of the infestation. Till then you will receive your first implants, on the road to becoming Space Marines, hopefully we will get the Secondary Heart and the Ossmodula in before departing, depending on the recovery rate of you neophytes.'

He paused for breath and grinned.

'You should see your faces.'

The neophytes' expressions bordered between shock, awe and fear.

'Back to the point, the luckier of you will recover fast enough to get the Biscopea and the Haemastamen and perhaps even the Larraman's Organ, though the last will be for those who display a ninety-five percent or more in geneseed compatibility, a very rare case. So Alexandro, that shiny armour won't fit you when you're eight feet tall'

Alexandro mirrored the sergeant's grin. Though he was slightly disappointed of having to let go of his armour so soon, it was overshadowed by his elation at becoming an Astartes, it was every boy's fantasy to become one of the Angels of Death and yet he was standing here in that place that millions could only dream for.

'Departure to Chiron Beta is imminent,' Octavius continued turning away, 'we jump into the warp in ten minutes.'

*

'Ouch, watch where you're sticking that thing!' cried Alexandro

'It was bound to hurt, young master.' came the cool, sardonic reply that emanated from behind a fresh surgical mask as his blood slowly filled a large conical vial. After swirling it around a few times, Techpriest-Genetor Mishalca watched the crimson liquid settle to the bottom of the vial through a pair of purple eyes –augmented no doubt Alexandro thought, before placing it in a centrifuge that began whirring at the press of a button.

The techpriest then turned to a slightly dazed Alexandro.

'Disorientation is normal' she said matter-of-factly in a voice that challenged Alexandro's stereotypical view of techpriests, 'oh and before you ask, that much blood was needed for the many tests that it'll undergo.'

'Ah, okay then.' Alexandro replied, 'What are we waiting for?'

'We're waiting for the centrifuge to finish…spinning before checking your geneseed compatibility, ah there we go,' she said as the machine stopping humming.

Alexandro spent the next few minutes watching his now coagulated double-layered blood pass a series of devices that each gave a result in numbers that evidently made sense and pleased the techpriest.

When the last result came in, Mishalca entered the numbers into a central computer, after a few seconds of processing his result came out in the form of a graph.

'Wow,' she said, genuinely surprised for once, 'it seems that you're a perfect candidate, a hundred percent match, that's a first, strange.'

'How is that strange?' Alexandro asked cautiously, this wasn't the first that surprises had happened to him in recent weeks.

'Because, technically it's impossible for you to be a hundred percent compatible with the geneseed since we all have a different genome to one another, but it seems that against all odds it seems that you were made for this geneseed.'

'And, about the geneseed, isn't it supposed to be perfect? Being made by the Emperor and all…' he said trailing off.

'As much as we'd like to think that, it isn't, mutations have run rampant amongst the Space Marines since their creation; it almost defines the afflicted Space Marines themselves, though most Chapters like to cover it up. The only chapters with perfect geneseed are the Dark Angels chapter and your parent chapter the Ultramarines, their successor chapters have usually kept the trend, but mutation in most is inevitable since in the space of ten thousand years a lot can happen.'

'What about in the Sagittarians then? Are we afflicted with mutations?'

'The Sagittarians have a few mutations, the biggest being in the Biscopea and the Ossmodula.'

'What? What mutations?'

'Thankfully these mutations are somewhat beneficial, the two organs have mutated vastly, the bone for one is much stronger,' she said showing him an x-ray image showing two different arms, pointing at one she said, 'This one is from a regular Astartes, bulky and dense, but look at the bones belonging to a Sagittarian. Notice the increased size and via analysis of bones that we have done, its overall structure is different on a molecular level, the strength is immense and coupled with a new mineral diet that we've recently introduced to neophytes, the bone is almost if not completely unbreakable. This also makes you Astartes taller than most by about a foot.'

'And as for the Biscopea, it gives you more muscle and strength since it is denser and larger. This makes you about twice as strong as normal Astartes; you'll be able to lift about five tonnes once I'm done with you, and that's without having power armour.'

Alexandro smiled unwillingly, the lengthy process didn't seem so bad after all.

*

In the two weeks they spent waiting for the Resolute to arrive, Alexandro underwent massive physical changes. Though nothing happened for the first two days of recovery after receiving his first two implants, the Secondary Heart and the Multi-Lung, 'giving it time to settle in' as Mishalca would put it. Then on the third, when he was able to train again in the massive sports track in the bowels of Pabilsag, he noticed the increased stamina that he had, he practically sprinted six kilometres before having to stop.

'That's a good sign, the implants are setting in nicely,' said Mishalca on their daily checkups, her face still hidden by a mask, 'it will only get better as time goes by, I think that you'll be ready for the next few implants by tomorrow, we're going off the usual order, I think that having the Biscopea and Ossmodula here before going off on a mission will be dangerous, its safer to implant you with those when on the Battlebarge.'

So they went straight to the Haemastamen, Larraman's Organ and the Occulobe in one go. After a couple of days of dizziness and blurred vision where his brain was trying to accept the messages that the new eyes were trying to send, Alexandro woke up one day to a world of previously unseen colours. Along with a colour that he could only describe as deeper than violet, everything was giving off light, he realised that this was infrared, he was seeing the heat signatures emitted from objects. His vision was also vastly improved, it was as if a veil that had previously covered his eyes had been removed, and he could see perfectly in almost pitch blackness and his vision in daylight was also much enhanced.

All this was put to the test when he went to see Mishalca with a series of experiments that quickly confirmed the implants taking place. One, to test the Larraman's Organ, was to slice Alexandro's arm and see the effects of how fast the blood would clot, and it was fast, Alexandro could literally see his wound close up before his eyes. The scab that formed in mere seconds fell off a few more later leaving a pink puckered scar that soon faded; all this in less than a minute. The techpriest was pleased.

Two days before the due arrival of the Resolute, he was implanted with the Preomnor and the Oolitic Kidney, the organs that would defend him from most poisons that the enemy would have in their arsenal. He was still under heavy doses of sedatives by the next day when the strike cruiser entered the system a day early and so had to be put on the Thunderhawk in his bed with the techpriest tending to him. It brought mirth to the other neophytes who he knew had not received as many implants as he did, all he could do was wave his arms feebly in an attempt to shut them up which only brought more hilarity.

As soon as they were on the massive cruiser, Alexandro was placed in the medicae section of the vessel along with the other neophytes, still ten strong, whose humour had not lessened in the hours since they met.

'Look at him,' sniggered Sam who was now as tall as him, 'he's supposed to be fighting in two weeks time.'

'He hasn't even received the implants that we got, what have you been doing these past two weeks? Getting it on with your nurse?' said Rhode with barely contained mirth. The others roared with laughter at this comment.

'Oh leave him alone would you,' intervened Patroclus 'he needs to recover if he is to be ready; we'll leave you to your rest brother.' The neophytes then filed out of the room and left Alexandro alone to shake off the effects of the sedatives amid the warning klaxons signalling the jump back into the warp.

*

The next five days in the warp were fast. The other neophytes were growing fast, all presently at about seven feet and climbing, towering over Alexandro though not by much as even without the Ossmodula he stood at close to six and a half feet. But they made up for it in mass and sheer bulk, their personal physicians who had accompanied them on the vessel putting them through stringent tests everyday. Sam, the smallest of the neophytes, showed off one day by lifting two tonnes of weights when Alexandro decided to train in the gym a day after his recovery. This was countered by ten laps around the kilometre long track where Sam was sorely beaten, the extra heart, lung and efficient blood giving Alexandro the edge.

Mishalca wasn't the only medic concerned with Alexandro's health. Brother-Apothecary Ascelpius, a veteran of five centuries of service in the name of the Emperor and miraculous healer, of the First Company took over the implantation checkups with the former as his aide once he heard of Alexandro's freak compatibility result. Checkups had lost their friendly demeanour and were now cold and calculating with little conversation between the two, the tests being painful and testing his implants to the limits. On the last day in the warp, Alexandro was put through a few checkups to get his measurements recorded.

'A very fit candidate for an Astartes,' Ascelpius said by the end of the examination, evidently pleased, reading of a list he read out Alexandro's biological profile, 'six foot six –tall for a non-Astartes, ninety-eight point six kilograms –sturdy, bone density of two thousand kilograms per metre cubed –suggests extremely strong bone structure, five and a half percent body fat –points to good athleticism.' Ascelpius showed a rare smile. 'A prime candidate, it's very rare to get lucky with neophytes, I'm guessing that you'll turn out to be a good investment for the Chapter.'

'Brother Ascelpius, I have a question that's been bugging me for a while as I've recently been looking at my friends.'

'Fire away neophyte.'

'How tall will I be as an Astartes once I get the Biscopea and the Ossmodula?'

'Ah, that's a difficult question, usually for a Sagittarian the Ossmodula makes us grow just over a third of our total height, that means you'll be about…close to nine feet in height once you receive the Ossmodula, you'll be one of the if not the biggest Astartes in the Chapter.'

This statement took Alexandro by surprise, being bigger than the biggest men that he knew…that was scary.

He gave the news to the other neophytes once he got out of the medicae.

'Wow, nine foot?' whistled Patroclus.

'Well, we'd better enjoy this height advantage while we can brothers.' said Sam in his now gruff voice, far deeper than it was a week before.

'Good news everyone,' interrupted Manuel, 'apparently we're going to be tested on what position to get in the Chapter once we get to Pandor.'

This made everyone start talking.

'Oh I'm going to be Chaplain for sure.' said Cletus before quietly chanting a parable made by his hero Chaplain Leo.

'I'm hoping to be a Techmarine.' said Rhode expectantly.

'I'm just sticking to a brother marine,' said Sam, smiling, 'I don't have a natural affinity for such stuff as you geeks, what about you Brother Patroclus and Alexandro?'

'I like the idea of being an Apothecary,' Patroclus began hesitantly, 'but I wouldn't mind just sticking to a plain battle-brother.'

That left Alexandro.

'He's going to go up far in the Chapter I bet, judging by his enormous pool of good luck.' interjected Manuel before he could respond.

'Yes I can see him as a sergeant within a decade, who wants to make a bet?' replied Sam.

This was met by a flurry of words, a debate on how long it would take for him to attain the rank of Chapter Master and what they'd use as trinkets for the bet.

'There will be no betting today,' said a voice that carried over the gales of merriment, shutting it up instantly, they all turned in surprise to see Sergeant Octavius armoured and ready for war, 'we enter the system in less than a hour and I expect you to be in your armour for we could be going into battle in an instant.' he said before striding past them to the command deck.

*

The neophytes were standing in full battle attire on the command deck an hour later watching the chaotic warp flowing past the invisible Gellar Field that served as a shield from the horrors beyond. Klaxons wailed throughout the ship as the warp drive sliced an opening back into reality in front of the cruiser moments before superstructure slid through the breach.

They emerged into a wondrous sight; a massive battlebarge hung is the space ten thousand kilometres away, the dark blue exterior giving it the appearance of looming predator, escorted by a score of Guard transport ships that stayed close to the Astartes ship like a school of fish would do to a massive whale.

'That's the Invictus lads or the Unconquered, and aptly named for we have not lost a crusade with it on our side,' said Sergeant Octavius smiling at the neophytes' faces, 'a pride and joy of the chapter, ten kilometres of the Emperor's will, only smaller than The Dreadful Sagittary, flagship of the Chapter Master and the esteemed First Company.'

'Sir, there's an incoming transmission from Invictus.' said a serf from the front.

'Send it through.'

'Yes sir.'

They turned to the hololith where the booming voice of Captain Raphael came through.

'Sergeant, get squad Lomaron and your new neophytes here immediately, these orks have reinforcements and I don't think that they're the only enemy we're going up against.'

The journey to Invictus was short, about half an hour, Alexandro spent the time watching the massive vessel get bigger and bigger until it filled the entire view port, they then filed down to a shuttle awaiting in the hangar of the cruiser that transported them the last few kilometres to the bowels of the ship, they navigated a series of corridors and stairs that eventually led to the command deck of the ship. Captain Raphael and his command squad were armoured and ready for war discussing something with diminutive Imperial generals who were subconsciously making bigger hand gestures then they usually would, as if they were trying to show the Captain that they weren't intimidated by his size. The Captain then noticed the retinue coming through the massive blast doors to the massive room; he turned away from the generals much to their annoyance and beckoned them to join him.

'Ah Sergeant, I see that you and the latest batch of recruits have arrived to aid us.' Raphael said with a laugh, clapping Octavius in the back.

'It was my pleasure sir, though we've had some serious setbacks cutting the Trials short, I'm certain that these neophytes are worthy to become one of us.' Octavius said smiling

'Yes, I heard about the incident on Septimus Omega and about the hero of the hour,' he said turning to Alexandro, 'young Alexandro, it's a pleasure to meet you again.'

'And it's a pleasure to meet you too sir.' Alexandro replied beaming at the praise.

They formally shook hands, Alexandro was acutely aware that the Captain was trying not to crush his hand in that firm shake.

'I've also heard about that little problem you had in your confrontation with the warboss. Though I'm glad it's finally dead, I thought that I personally vanquished him in his space hulk fort, but I'm worried about what it could have unleashed,' the Captain said grimly looking at him intently, much to the confusion of the other neophytes, 'Sergeant Octavius briefed it to me on his report and I assure you that you will be screened for the magnitude of your strength by Librarian Larsus, though Octavius assures me that the problem is mostly under control.'

Patroclus turned and gave Alexandro a tell-me-everything-later look, Alexandro just shrugged before resentfully nodding.

'Sir,' Sergeant Octavius said, 'what about this ork incursion that plagues this world.'

'Well, I'll allow Commander Eckhart,' gesturing to a middle-aged man with cropped white hair, his face scarred with recent wounds, 'to brief you on the situation, for he was the one who contacted us in the first place.'

'Thank you esteemed captain,' the Commander said before facing the assembled neophytes, 'a few months ago, our fleet was destroyed, an urgent transmission from a lone trooper told us that a massive force of orks had invaded the system, and massive it was. Though I knew to call in the help of the Astartes then seeing how fast they overran an entire fleet, the Planetary Governor decided to wait until the orks destroyed four PDF regiments before sending the plea. Our intelligence reported that this horde numbers in the hundreds of thousands if not millions of orks; there also had also been reports of gargants –ork titans, something that you would see on Armageddon. Our prayers were answered when Captain Raphael exited the warp two months ago with an entire company of Sagittarians, nine regiments of storm troopers from Chiron Beta along with the fleet itself. The past two months were spent using the Astartes as shock troopers, and they've slowed the progress of the invasion immensely, but they haven't stopped it.'

'About a third of the world's landmass,' he said waving to a hololith projection of the world that displayed a third of the world in a red zone, 'has been overrun by orks and only a third more are being kept by the Imperial forces.' the man grimaced, 'The last third belong to the nobility of this world and it seems that some of them have taken this opportunity to secede away from the Imperium of Mankind,' he spat angrily, 'and since we can't divert any of our forces in that area, that is where you neophytes come in, but…' pausing to look at the massive neophytes that all averaged eight feet in height before sighing and massaging his forehead, 'I was expecting more human sized operatives like Alexandro there, this puts the plan into jeopardy, looks like the rest of you will be joining the other Astartes as scouts whilst Alexandro here does all the real important work.'

'What would you have me do sir?' Alexandro asked.

'I was just getting to that, you will act as an ambassador of the Imperium to persuade the nobles to come back to the light as I undoubted know some are trying to do now. They're in a middle of a civil conflict presently regarding old issues, you'll have to guard Lord Pandor –yes his family's namesake comes from the planet, who is the highest ranking noble and technically the most powerful person on Pandor. Luckily he's one who believes in the Imperial cause and he's just a few days away from assisting us with his massive family armies.'

'But what I've come to believe is that orks are not the only enemy we face,' interjected Captain Raphael, 'according to Larsus there's been an unusually high amount of warp activity on the planet, suggesting that some of the nobility on the planet have turned to the archenemy Chaos.'

There was a swift intake of breath and Alexandro felt the sudden tense undercurrent in the room. These people had decided to consort with the dangerous and malignant forces of Chaos to their own ends turning their backs on the Emperor, such heretics did not deserve to live and it was the holy duty of the Astartes to root out the taint. Alexandro knew from his recent illumination what rewards this path would culminate to, more damnation and horrors.

'I think,' the Captain continued, 'that they're trying to summon something from the warp, something big, and if something big gets through, this campaign will get a whole lot uglier. This is why the commander's plan of Alexandro as a guard will also incorporate infiltration and assassination, the ringleader of this plot will have to be taken out. And yet before anything happens to the young neophyte here, he'll have to be screened by Larsus.'

'As you wish Captain.' Commander Eckhart said bowing.

'This meeting is over for now, everyone can now get ready for war except for you Alexandro, you'll have to follow me; Librarian Larsus awaits you.

*

'So this is the neophyte that I'm going to probe?' said an Astartes encased in highly ornate power armour incorporating a crystalline hood in a soothing voice, 'he doesn't look like much to me.'

'Alexandro, meet Librarian-Epistolary Larsus, second in power to the Chief Librarian himself.'

'Just because he's older…' Larsus muttered. The Captain laughed.

'He'll be responsible for probing you and measuring your level in The Assignment scale, I'll leave you two alone for now.' Captain Raphael said before turning back and exiting the room.

'Well then young neophyte, apparently you've exhibited a large psychic blast previously, which is strange as I can't sense anything in you, for now while I this machine ready tell me all the abilities that you think that you have.'

'Uh, I'm just much more perceptive that I was before.'

The Astartes handled the bulky piece of equipment with the skill of a master pianist.

'Okay, when did these powers begin to manifest themselves?'

'That blast was the first time I ever displayed something, I think that assault awoke something.'

'Strange how I can't hear your thoughts, my powers mainly lie with the mind, or your emotions, I'm beginning to think of you as a null –Omega level, those are people with inert warp signatures so that other psychics can't detect them, a close proximity to one causing pain to a psyker as you are now doing to me.'

'But level Omega don't display any psych.'

'True,' the Librarian replied hefting the equipment, 'what I fear though is what the possession did to you and if you actually rid the presence of the daemon, put this on.'

He placed an intricate helmet on Alexandro's head and pressed a few buttons, the device began humming.

'This device tests the electromagnetic fields that are around you, the psych exuding from you manifesting in the form of disturbance in the fields, this will not hurt though you'll feel a bizarre sensation.'

'By the way Brother-Librarian, what level are you on The Assignment?'

'Oh, though I don't like to boast,' the Librarian smiled, 'it takes a lot of psych to get to my lofty position; I was a level Epsilon when I underwent this test a few centuries ago.'

The humming grew louder and the Librarian frowned, 'As I thought, the device states that you're an Omega level individual usually referred to as Untouchables, Pariahs, or Blanks. It primarily manifests as a small region of "blankness" surrounding the individual, it is impossible for psychic powers or warp creatures to penetrate this space. Those at an Omega level of psi-negativity can easily be distinguished by others, as Imperial science has shown the dead-area surrounding the subject interferes with natural electrical-mental functions. This often results in irrational fear and loathing of the individual for normal humans. For psykers, however, Omega level persons are physically and mentally painful to be near. You can count yourself as lucky; this level of psych only comes along once a generation per planet, if you were found by the Greater Imperium you would have been inducted into the Culexus Temple of the Assassinorum, that path producing very efficient psyker killers.'

'No, that's not possible Brother-Librarian, I think the possession did that to me, what I displayed in the conflict with the warboss, it is something that I cannot explain.'

'Yes I will test for that right now, though the last test was painless, this might hurt a lot, but since you're a null I can't be sure if my mental probe will detect you, for now just try making your mind as open to me as possible.'

'Yes sir.'

'Brace yourself.'

A curious sensation implanted itself within Alexandro's mind, like an itch. And like an itch, the urge to rid it grew stronger as it began to bury itself deeper and deeper into the barriers that he subconsciously put around himself.

'That barrier is too strong for me neophyte, you'll have to aid me in putting it down.' Larsus said grimacing, eyes closed for the task at hand.

Once he felt the barrier, he tried to lower it, but it was an unmovable force to the power of his will, he mentally began ramming it at the point of the probe for; he rammed it again and again until with the combined effort of the two, one push made the mental barrier shattered like the thinnest pane of glass.

The Librarian was thrown back, smashing a wall and denting it with his armour and was on the floor unmoving, the device on his head began smoking, and Alexandro's vision became pure white, the overwhelming power that had lain latent behind the barrier unleashed once more, this time with no restraint from a force like the greater daemon of Tzeentch. The room flooded with psychic light, tendrils of psych snaking through the insides of the ship and into the space beyond, catching the Imperial fleet in its web like flies, coiling around their massive superstructures like vines and threatening to crush them in its iron grip, the fate of millions was now in his hands not to mention the untold billions who would surely die if the Astartes failed here.

A split second after the power came the strength of will. Utilising it, Alexandro, drew the strands of power back to him, and once again keeping it within the confines of his body. Such power flowed through his veins and now he knew why the daemon of Tzeentch was so eager to possess him, all the displays of power he had done before were nothing compared to the ones he could do now, the promise of crushing entire armies, toppling cities and deciding the fate of worlds was a lot to resist but his encounter with the Lord of Change galvanised his will and he swore to use his powers in the Emperor's name.

Alexandro spent the next few minutes watching sparks flying between his fingertips until the massive figure of the Librarian picked himself off the floor before turning to him with an expression of awe on his face. He picked up the smoking piece of equipment that received the brunt of the blast.

'You're gift is of such magnitude that it cannot be measured by this device…' the Librarian said, shaken, 'you could have destroyed us all but you didn't…your level is probably that of an Alpha-Plus, the strongest level there is.'

'What do you mean by that Librarian?' he asked before flinching, there had been a change to his voice; it was calm, despite the current situation, and mellifluous as the depth of space itself.

'Individuals with such power only appear very rarely, rarer than the Omega flux that you had, perhaps a few individuals have ever displayed it. A few amongst the quadrillions in the Imperium, think about it, you have the power to break a Titan in half with a snap of a finger, I can still feel the echo of what you almost did, it resonates from around you and yet I still can't sense you, its as if your possession made you stronger yet completely undetectable. The Chief Librarian will have to know about this.'

Their conversation was interrupted by the door behind the two opening; Captain Raphael strode in with his command squad at the ready.

'What was the meaning of this?' he boomed, 'the machine spirit of this ship is battered, the ship was almost crushed by that enormous assault, what have you done Larsus?'

'The question is not what I have done, but what Alexandro here almost did.'

The Captain turned to the neophyte with a look of shock on his face. 'Boy, you did this?'

'Yes sir, sorry about the shock, but everything is under control.' Alexandro said smiling.

The Captain rounded back to the Librarian.

'What is the magnitude of his power and is it stable?'

'His abilities are tremendous Captain, an Alpha-Plus, comparable to the might of the Emperor himself, and as for stability, our fleet would be a wreck if he didn't put it under control.'

'So can he be utilised for the Imperium?'

'Yes he can lord, yes he can, though I'm worried about what we'll need to do to train him, for his gifts make him the master and us Librarians the apprentices in terms of manipulating the Warp and I think that his possession makes him immune to all forms of psychic attack or dangers.'

'Then you'll have to get ready for your first mission Alexandro, we have no time to waste, something else has come up.'