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Inspired by the Dornian Heresy, by Aurelius Rex.

Internal transmission within the Space Hulk Scion of Anguish :

"Brothers and sisters, the time has come. For generations, we have honed our blades in this great crucible we live in, sharpening our bodies in battle against the monsters in the dark.

Now, at last, the hour is upon us. Our lord and master, he who saw in our ancestors the potential for greatness and brought them to this realm of trials, calls for us. He rises on a tide of blood, and we are blessed to be called to his side.

By his Black Blade, the foul xenos shall be purged; the slaves of the Corpse-Emperor cast down; the Path to Glory illuminated for all those with the strength to walk it.

All hail the coming of the Destroyer : the Age of Blood is now."

Broadcast inside the Chaos warship Pulchritudinous of the Black Legion :

"Oh son of the Pater Mutatis, we pray to you :

Do not see us. Do not hear us. Forgive us our transgressions.

Oh hidden blade, we beg of you :

Bring death to the enemies of the Pater Mutatis.

Oh deliverer of ruin, we implore you :

Let our hearts remain true to the purpose for which we're made.

Oh eldest child, we beseech you :

Guide the Pater Mutatis down the path he has chosen for himself."

Communication from Cadian High Command to Triarch Khorius Rex :

"My lord Triarch,

The last Astra Militarum Regiments likely to make it through the storms have been processed in orbit. They will land in Kasr Tyrok within the next forty-eight hours, bringing an additional hundred thousand Guardsmen to the defense of this city.

I know this isn't your forte, but you really should make an appearance at the muster before each Regiment is handed their respective assignment. Morale across the system continues to suffer from the worsening aetheric conditions, and the sight of the Fourth Legion's might would go a long way to allay their fears. I promise that this is the last time you'll need to do this."

Internal transmission within the Beta Redoubt :

"My Lord Primogenitor,

I am pleased to report to you that the issue with the generators in section 29-M have been resolved before they could impact the stasis coffins. The last of the Warp-born entities has been disencorporated, and the samples recovered are on their way to Vault IC-8 on the 17th level. Despite the daemonic breach, the subjects have remained in prime condition for their testing.

Casualties among the containment team are at 78.45%, however. I respectfully request reinforcements be sent to section 29-M prior to the final journey to Cadia.

I remain, now and forever, your faithful servant,

Magos Enizar-Kelleth"

Report to Lord General Camilla Xilloth of the 93rd Chemosian Eternals :

"My lord General,

I am afraid there has still been no sign of the Andronius emerging from the Warp. As you know, the psychic conditions around Cadia have only grown worse since our arrival, and I believe pushing our Regiment's psykers to look for them will only put them at risk. Already I fear we may have pushed them too far : they have started to talk of reptilian horrors rising from the deepest pits of Chaos to bite at the wings of a flying eagle and drag it into their lair to feast upon it while it still lives.

Captain Kelleon"

Sorcerous communication from Dark Angels Captain Reneas, addressed to the Invincible Reason, Gloriana-class flagship of the First Legion :

"Grand Master Nephalor,

I am pleased to report to you that my squadron is ready. Despite the incident with the Cabal of the Tongueless Laughter, all ships are fully prepared to depart Cysgorog within the next nine hours. The Sorcerers have prepared the ritual chambers to your exact specifications, and the required sacrifices have been harvested and placed in storage until they are required. I am confident that the wards will hold until we reach our destination at the Eye's edge and join up with our beloved allies.

All hail the Lion, Most Exalted of Tzeentch's servants."

Astra Telepathica scrying report 19EJ2-YEH22 (station orbiting Thracian Primaris) :

"The cycle of fury turns, on and on, moving to the whims of the War God.

The rage turns from hot to cold again. Lava becomes ice, volcanoes freeze into storm-covered peaks. Such are the seasons of Chaos.

The Prince of Wrath once again looks outward, seeking the one who betrayed him.

His sons, his bloodied Fists, heed the call of their sire. They muster above his realm, amidst the pillars of skulls they built. His hatred is their hatred, shared through the twinned ties of blood that bind them.

For the Prince has found his wayward son, and the flames of his fury are stoked anew by the Destroyer's insolence.

Ruin, death, blood. The Lord of Skulls watches and laughs. The future is snapped at by many angry maws, and this one might yet consume us all."

Overheard discussion in a bar on Cadia between two Imperial Guardsmen from the 597th Valhallan Regiment :

"I saw him yesterday, you know."

"Who ?"

"The Commissar ! The one with his face everywhere on the posters ?"

"You mean Commissar Cain ? Where ?"

"At headquarters. I was delivering a report to the quartermaster, and he was there !"

"Really ? What was he doing there ? Was someone in trouble ?"

"That's the thing ! I thought that too, and from the look of things the quartermaster did too, but he just was there to ask if there was enough tanna in stock for every Valhallan in the city, or if he needed to have a word with the Munitorum about that ! Can you believe it ?"

"Huh. Guess he really is what my ma used to say."

Address of Eldrad Ulthran, the Avatar of Ynnead, to the Seer Council of Craftworld Ulthwé :

"Here we stand, at the threshold of Ages. For all our wisdom, for all our lore, none of us can see past the turning point, blinded by the light that burns between instants.

We alone know what that light portends. We alone know the breaking that awaits, and why it must be so, despite all the suffering and death it will cause.

The tapestry of Fate will be torn asunder, the paths of destiny will be unmade. What was impossible shall no longer be so, the laws of the universe rewritten in a single moment.

If our people are to have a chance to survive the coming tribulations, there is but one course of action left open to us :

The Whispering God must be awakened in full."

Vox exchange between two Black Legionnaires aboard the frigate Claw of Ruin :

"We're almost there. At last."

"It has been a long time coming, that's for sure. … Wait, did you hear that ?"

"What the – what are – nooooo !"

[Sounds of metal breaking and blood spilling, followed by gurgling, and then silence.]

AN : Two days without Internet, one week of cleaning up. And here we are. The next chapter of the Roboutian Heresy will go up tomorrow, barring some cataclysmic accident.

I hope you're all as excited as I am. Like the rest of the Cadian Apocalypse, it has been a long time coming.

Zahariel out.