Early 36th Millennium, dawn of the Plague of Unbelief
Abalus
Gediminas District of Mancuso Hive
Beneath the Astropathic Choir Chambers
Fabricator Manumisa sat immobile within his ancient interface, transfixed by the weight of data being downloaded into his organic brain and parallel cogitators. Data from hundreds of augurs, both psychic and mundane, which were spread across Abalus and supplemented by the Slann augurs he had obtained from Masina. He sat there, marshaling all his computational capabilities, and analyzed the data as he received it. And he was sad. Sad that he could not immediately analyze the data being collected on the other three worlds. Data from scores of psychically attuned augurs scattered across Mozell. Data from hundreds of psychically attuned augurs scattered across Ryazon and hundreds more scattered across Voron.
Then everything changed.
The psychically attuned augurs grew red hot and their systems sent warnings to the Fabricator, but he ignored them. The augurs turned red to white and then all data streams from them ceased. Manumisa noted the results with a hint of sadness but he was too consumed by the other data he was receiving. Data from his Slann augurs. The psykers have been released from their holds on the Black Ships, his digital human dialogue program informed the datavault. Thousands of them, Manumisa noted, sad that he was unable to precisely determine their numbers. And the readings from his Slann augurs jumped into the ultraviolet range and then beyond.
His thoughts were interrupted by transmissions he received from his non-psychic augurs. Radar detected numerous bogeys climbing into the night sky, approaching sub-orbital altitudes. These readings indicate rockets with virus bomb warheads, his dialogue program told the datavault. And now, their payloads have been detonated, the program added. He quickly diverted a portion of his cogitators' computational capabilities to analyze data from around the surface of Abalus. And, as he detected the virus' rapid spread across the planet, the intensity of its victims' pain and suffering on a planet-wide scale reached into the Warp and activated it on an equally grand scale. Streams of data told him the separation between the Warp and reality was growing thin. Separational Analysis showed that the relatively tiny readings received from the distant Chimaera's Breath Warp Storm were growing too. And as this happened, a doubt crept into Manumisa's calculating mind.
Are my protective defenses adequate to this task? Even if my vault remains secure versus the effects of Masina's virus bombs, will the Chimaera's Breath expand and engulf Abalus itself?
