A/N – The meeting was supposed to happen at the end of the chapter, but heck, two things caught my attention and such a perfect cliffhanger showed up...

Anyways, read, review and enjoy.

The Thunderhawk approached the massive space hulk and carefully maneuvering brought itself into position where it could extend its landing gear and touch down on one of the few relatively flat and stable parts of the massive construct of the Warp and Matterium. The thrusters stopped and instead the boarding ramp opened as the atmosphere of the craft with the hiss escaped it and was sucked out by the void of space.

At this Harry released the restrains keeping him in his seat and with a simple command activated the mag-locks of his boots before following out a stream of Grey Knights that disembarked the craft and stepped into the skin of the hulk. He paid some attention to the vox and moved away to a safe distance when one of battle-brothers brought to bear a multimelta that slowly burned through the meters thick armor and revealed one of the ancient corridors of whatever the hell this space hulk was.

Carefully approaching the hole he looked at one of the Captains and with his axe strapped to his back Harry jumped down and slammed onto the floor. It was a dark space with no signs of life and looking as if they were safe. "No life signs in sight," he whispered into the vox and activated low light auspexes his helmet received from the Adepts of Mars. "There are some doors, fifty meters ahead."

"Understood, move towards them and await our arrival," Voldus said and Harry nodded, slowly approaching the door, his eyes scanning the space around him and it most likely saved his life when a terribly mutated form of a Genestealer dropped onto him from the ceiling.

The axe arced through the space and the powers hidden in the blade of it flared to life before slicing open the carapace of the foul beast and killing it. "There are Genestealers present," he muttered into the vox. "So far one, but more is most likely waiting for us."

He heard acknowledgement of it and a second later he noticed ten Grey Knights in Terminator armor appear in a flash of light behind him. He waited for them to join him and then all if them slowly approached the door that looked old, old even in the Imperium that didn't develop anything new for last few centuries, if not millenia.

"Step aside," one of the Terminators said as the chainblade mounted under his power fist came alive and started to dig into the thick metal of the door. It finally punched through and Harry could see another huge stream of air spill out into the void. "Get ready, once I force them open be ready to meet whatever threat comes."

Harry nodded and as the doors cracked open he leaped forward, his superhuman instincts kicking into action and the moment he saw a claw appear in his view he unleashed a hail of bullets from his bolter. Bullets that made a short work of the beast that tried to emerge and was killed on the spot.

"Even more Genestealers," he spat and smiled when a Psilencer fired and a searing white beam of energy burned into the corridor ahead and incinerated several more of the xenos. "But they are not a normal kind of them."

"What do you mean, Brother?" one of the Grey Knights asked and Harry ignored the insult hidden in the title.

"Normal Genestealers don't have orkish features and their hands are thin," Harry said as he prodded one of the corpses. "

"He is right," Voldus said and Harry bowed his head in respect to the Grand Master who was clad in a Master Crafted Terminator Armor. "The Magos revealed unsettling data, holy and precious to the Imperium, yet unsettling."

"What it is?" one of the Captains asked.

"At the core there is a ship that's over twenty kilometers long and matches the schematics of Hrafnkel," Voldus said and at the very same moment Harry dropped to his knees, his hands clutching his head as a searing pain started to build up at the base of his skull and soon almost overwhelmed even his superhuman body.

"Come to me, free me out of the icy prison," a voice roared and Harry found himself on a field of ice and snow, massive wolves circling around him. "Don't waste time and come to me and free me out of my prison."

Harry looked around, the Wolves, a familiar, yet dangerous element of the landscape. He easily recognized them as thunderwolves and he was very aware of what they could do to a hand covered in a gauntlet of adamantium, plasteel and ceramite. He snarled at them and some backed away, but then a pair of massive beasts approached him. Beasts that were even bigger than the thunderwolves and even more dangerous and old, really old. Their fangs long, their fur almost snow white in color and their ice blue eyes showing age and intelligence not many wolves had.

At this Harry's eyes widened as he realized as those weren't wolves per se, but Wulfen, those too weak and not lucky enough to withstand the changes wrought upon the body by the gene seed of the Wolves. He pulled the helmet of his head and snarled at them, his fangs showing and his body preparing for combat, releasing hormones and preparing itself for healing any damage.

"Back away," he said with a snarl. "I wish no harm to you and I don't want to harm you," he said, his hands clutching his axe. "But if need be I'll fight you."

The Wolves looked between each other and then bowed their heads in submission and moved out of his way. He looked at them and then at a path that appeared between them and led into a thick forest. A forest that called to him, called him to come and explore, come and find something of great value inside of it.

"Yes, the forest is where you will find what you seek," someone said and Harry spun around, only to find himself facing a short man with black as night hair, golden eyes, a robe covering most of his body and a hood draped over his head, hiding any and all other identifying features.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, pointing his wrist mounted bolter at the person that compared to him was a dwarf, barely reaching to his chest. "I really dislike when someone pulls me into a vision or dream and even less I like some strangers who show up without any warning." Last words he said with a growl as he bared his fangs and looked at the stranger.

"Why should I tell you?" the stranger mused. "You want to attack the stranger and don't want to think."

Harry clenched his teeth in anger and his eyes flared in anger as he started to gather psychic might to strike down whoever it was.

"Good luck with striking me down," the stranger said as he smiled at flames slowly wrapping around Harrys body. "Mightier tried it and mightier have failed it, you are but a kid stumbling in the mist, high on power."

Harry growled and launched his psychic attack, only for the stranger to step to the side and let it fly harmlessly. "How?"

"You have the answer in front of you."

Harry growled and fired a volley from his bolters, only for the stranger to smile as none of the bolts found their mark. "How? All of them should have killed you."

The stranger laughed and turned into an eagle before flying towards the forest and laughing.

Harry blinked as he regained his consciousness and saw the Grand Master look at him. "What was that?"

"Something pulled your mind into a vision of some kind when I mentioned the name of your Legion's flagship," Voldus said and then added. "Do you think it has something in common with the visions you had in the past?"

"Can't tell," Harry said and stood up, reaching for his axe. "It felt similar and didn't feel similar at the same time."

"Worrying," Voldus said and then paused for a long moment, the only noise being the air recycled by the systems of their armors. "There are records from the past that when a long lost Primarch or a powerful psyker was found, people around them suffered similar visions. You remember the War of the Beast?"

"One where Lord Vulkan for one last time appeared to help the Imperium?" Harry asked as they moved deeper into the ship. "Yes, I recall that it was one of the most devastating wars waged by the Imperium."

"The same one," Voldus said as he swatted aside and then squished a malformed ork that emerged out of nowhere. "The point I'm making is that when Lord Vulkan appeared, praised be his name, his sons that were nearby felt similar visions and had similar experiences."

"I see," Harry said and bisected a Genestealer that charged at him. "Third one that wants to kill me and ignores everybody else." He noticed as his axe sliced the beast in half and chunks of its flesh fell onto the deck. "Usually they attack everybody on their path, not someone particular."

"And even if they head for the strongest psyker they should pick me," Voldus added as one of the Psilencers unleashed a volley of devastating energy that vaporized several more beasts. "There is something about you that makes them pick you as a target, a thing I didn't see in those beasts, unless?"

"Unless what?"

"Unless they're possessed by the Ruinous Powers," Alaric, one of the Paladins said as his thunder hammer smashed aside an ork and turned into a bloody mist. "I have never heard of it, but this is an ancient hulk and the Chaos finds a way to corrupt everything it wants, whenever it wants, no matter how long it will take."

"Yes, it makes sense," Voldus said and then stopped for a moment. "Our Magos found the shortest way for us to the core of the thing. Good thing, it is a straightforward one, bad, it will take us over four days to make our way to the hull of Hrafnkel."

"And the lower levels will be teeming with even worse things than what we need to deal, now," Alaric added, his thunder hammer swinging and smashing aside a bulkhead and a beast hiding behind it. "I cleansed hulks where at the core we found Chaos Daemon Princes or Greater Daemons and those hulks were relatively young and fresh in the Warp."

"And Hrafnkel was lost in the Warp in 211.M31," Harry added. "The year when the Wolf King went on his hunt, never to return to the Matterium."

"Aye and Primarchs are like a shining beacon in the Warp for those that know what to look for. And even bigger for daemons, they prey on psykers and even if Lord Russ was against psykers he had some latent talent."

Harry nodded and stopped, placing his hand against the wall to support himself against the wall as he once again felt a pain build inside of his skull.

He found himself once again in the same landscape of ice and snow, yet this time above his head was a blazing sun and the stranger was standing in front of him.

"Since you know you cannot kill nor wound me," the stranger said and Harry looked at him. "Can we talk like two civilized people and don't try to murder each other?"

"I suppose we can," Harry grudgingly said and then turned off the power field in his axe. "So I'll ask once again, who are you?"

"I have many names, pick one that you like," the stranger said and shrugged. "You also know my true one, or at least the one I use in the current times, alas names are not a thing freely given or received."

"Aye, they're not," Harry agreed. "True Names of Daemons can bound them to our will."

"True Names can do that, truth be told, not only those of daemons, but even beings more powerful and more ancient than the daemons. However while interesting and potentially useful, that's not what I want nor what you seek."

Harry nodded and focused his gaze on the stranger. "So, how did you get access into my mind? Daemons should be running away in fear and most would avoid it, just not to see it."

"Indeed," the stranger said and then a wolf approached them and the stranger smiled before petting it. "Wolf of the Moon, one of the most faithful and loyal animals." For a moment he petted the animal before noticing Harry. "Ah, yes, how did I gain access to your mind? There is a link between you and me that let's me talk with you here."

"And as for what I seek, how can I find it?"

"The Grey Knights are your key to it," the stranger said and smiled. "Also seek Golden Warriors, five of them travels the galaxy and wages wars against Chaos, yet now all of them are stranded on the very same space hulk as you are on. While the Knights can find the goal you seek, only the Warriors of Gold can let you gain access to the thing most precious to you."

"Golden Warriors as in Ten Thousand Companions?" Harry asked and when he saw the stranger tilt his head his eyes widened. "They cannot leave Terra and the Imperial Palace on it, so it's impossible."

"Maybe," the stranger said and then looked at the sky where a beautiful silver moon appeared. "But for now I told you enough for you to know what to do and how to make the journey to your goal."

With it Harry opened his eyes, shook his head and ignored the looks he got from the Grey Knights around, he then activated his vox and established a private channel with the Grand Master. "Those visions are getting weirder," he said and then added. "If they're to be trusted, there are some Custodes stranded in this maze and we need to find them."

"You sure they are Custodes, not some ghosts or daemons?" Voldus asked as they started to move forward.

"Yes, I am sure," Harry said and then they stopped in front of a wall and watched a multimelta wielding brother burn a door deeper into the hulk. "The vision was sure that they are Custodes, not anybody else."

Voldus nodded and they walked through the door and stopped on the outer skin of the ship before looking around. They were in some massive void between ships, void that was empty of objects or beings and seemed peaceful, too peaceful. Harry didn't trust his normal eyes and willed his helmet to activate low light and heat seeking auspexes. What he saw made blood freeze in his veins.

In the distance there was an organic structure that started to get covered in heat signatures the moment more Grey Knights arrived. "Fuck," Harry simply said. "That's a Hive."

"Not a Hive," one of the Paladins corrected him. "Just a large concentration of the Genestealers and possibly their Patriarch, if that's the case we might shatter them."

"Or die trying," Voldus said and then muttered. "Emperor Protects."

Harry looked at his superior and snarled. "We are his warriors, his attack dogs, we don't need his protection to deal with some xeno scum," he growled out.

The Grey Knights didn't comment, instead all of them just charged towards the Genestealers with beams and arcs of pure psychic energy flying towards the Genestealers. At first they vaporized maybe a few with each strike, however soon dozens were hit and even more when the heavy bolters, Psilencers and assault cannons carried by some of the brothers added their weight of fire to the destruction.

As the lines clashed Harry ducked under a swing of claws, fired a short burst at the creature that attacked him, then punched another one in the face and finally brought his axe in an arc and smiled as the blade sliced open the chest of a beast to unfortunate to stumble upon his path. He felt claws rake against his armor and stepping back he stomped onto the head of one that was barely alive, yet alive enough to attack, and crushed its skull with an audible crunch. And then the battle ended as the Champion drove his sword into the chest of the Patriarch and slew the foul beast.

When this happened all the beasts that until now were relentlessly attacking their line lost their focus and started to attack themselves and them, making their eradication a relatively simple and easy task. Harry looked around and he could see piles of corpses and some torn into hundreds or even thousands of chunks, making recognizing them a tad difficult task. Not that any would care about it as all they cared about was to make their way to the core and reach their target.

"Be careful," Harry heard in the vox as he moved between the corpses and then looked towards the other end of the void, one where the lair of the Genestealers was.

Something inside of that space was calling to him, something he couldn't quite name or pinpoint, yet it was a thing he knew he could trust. He felt some bones and carapaces crunch under his boots and then he shattered a thin wall with his axe and came face to face with a golden warrior. A warrior that towered over him and wielded a kind of weapon that was impossible not to recognize.

"Don't attack me, son of Fenris," the Custodian said and Harry frowned how someone managed to gain access to the vox system of his armor. "We've been listening to your network since you boarded the ship."

Harry nodded and then as the adrenaline induced rage and fury of combat died down in his mind he bowed his head in submission and moved to the side as the give Custodians walked past him. Their armor shining and covered in masterful artwork showing the glory of the Emperor and the Imperium, yet as opposed to many other imperial pieces of gear, there was nothing obnoxious and loud about it.

"Lead us to your leader," the Custodian in the middle said and Harry looked at him. "Don't question me, wolf, I am one of the Emperor's Companions and once was one of the Captain-Generals of his Companions. You might be marked by Him and have a role to play, but I'm here in charge and you obey me."

"Of course," Harry hurriedly said and the six of them walked towards the place where the rest of the Grey Knights gathered. "Grand Master," Harry said as he stopped in front of Voldus and then bowed his head in a show of respect. "The Custodians found me and they wish to speak with you."

There was some murmuring from the gathered Grey Knights as they looked at the Custodians, each of them easily towering over mighty Grey Knights and making them look like smaller and lesser cousins. There was a moment of silence as the Grand Master and the Custodians talked with each other, however when this ended Harry could feel and almost smell tensions and hopes in the air as they looked at the Companions.

"The Custodians will guide us deeper into the ship and will allow us to access our goal," Voldus said and Harry smiled ferally. "They will lead us and will be in command, obey them as if you obeyed me and don't question their commands."

Harry looked at the Custodian that seemed the most powerful and was almost immediately swallowed by darkness and when he regained his sight he was once again in the freaky vision. However this one was different and even weirder if he could use such a word to descrive what he was seeing and experiencing.

There they were cloaked in shadows, Harry found his arms raising a rifle, one for hunting or assassination work he assumed. He looked through the crosshairs and his armors optics increased it even further. He looked behind and in the low light, near darkness, where most Astartes couldn't see as clearly, he saw true. What for them would be shapes, for him was objects he could clearly see and describe as easily as if they were standing under the light of a star.

Matte black armour, so sleek and light wrapping like a ferrocrete wall of a home. Protective and stable, yet flexible due to the molecular bolts on the shoulders making it feel and move like a second skin.

"Keep watch brother...Bring Unkindness and misery to our foes." He nodded "Where we walk, we walk unseen. Where we strike, we strike hard. With true aim we hit our targets, we hit our targets always. We are the Mor Deythan. The unkindest of unkind, the true childe of ye Raven King. We have work to do...Fear us prey, fear us victim, not even your shadow is safe.' With that He locked onto his cousin Shir Shadiru of the Word Bearers and fired.

When he fired Harry was pulled out of the vision and landed once again on the familiar field of ice and snow, his eyes immediately focused on the stranger. "So I see that you saw the work of the children of the Prince of Unkindness," the stranger said and Harry looked at him, eyes narrowed into a pair of slits. "You know who it is, yet you seem oblivious to the most obvious and blatant truths, so let's move on. You met the Golden Warriors, didn't you?"

"How do you know it?" Harry growled. "You don't sit at the back of my head and watch the world through my eyes?"

The stranger tilted his head and smiled. "No, but you just suggested a thing I should have done since the start," he said and then his eyes flared gold. "I just take a look at your memories as I see fit. But going back to the Golden Warriors, you met them, didn't you?"

"Let's assume that I did," Harry said and sat down on the snow. "What now?"

"Trust them and their judgment and they shall take you on a journey to your goal," the stranger said and then they were sitting between trees. "You are far closer than you think you are, yet you don't know it and you cannot imagine the honors you are about to receive."

Then the vision had ended and Harry shook his head, returning to the world of living and when he looked around he saw one of the Custodians look at him with perhaps some curiosity and interest. "Possession?" The Custodian asked.

"No," Harry said and shook his head. "It isn't anything chaotic, it is definitely human and representing order."

"Interesting, He wouldn't have done it," the Custodian said and noticed he said it aloud. "This of no value and importance, let's move on."

Harry nodded and followed the Custodians who easily cleared a path through hordes of Cultists and lesser daemons that hurled themselves at the group. Seeing those demigods fight was a thing Harry knew he would remember for the rest of his possibly centuries long life. They were like blurs, dodging and avoiding strikes he thought were impossible to evade. At the same time their attacks were always finding their marks, splitting open helmets, shattering skulls, finding chinks and weaksposts in armors, and slaughtering daemons as if they were chaff, not terrible beasts born out of the Warp.

"Seeing them is like seeing heroes of old wage wars," Harry said as he killed a daemon that slipped past one of the Custodians and somehow avoided the strike that should have finished it. "I know that I am above a human, but they..." He shook his head in wonder.

"But they are the pinnacle of humanity and stand even above us," Voldus said and Harry could feel some reverence and respect emit out of the Grey Knight. "We are created from gene-seeds of Primarchs, they are created from the genetic matrix of the Emperor and given the best gear."

Harry nodded and let his gaze slip over the trail of butchered Cultists before looking towards the hole they were cutting in the outer hull of some ship. They followed the Custodes out of the ship and then Harry felt both of his hearts stop for a moment. In front of them was their goal, massive battleship and one of the monuments of humanity's glory. Only part of its hull visible from the spot where they were, however even this was enough to identify it as Hrafnkel, the flagship of the Sixth Legion, the Space Wolves.

As he saw their goal Harry felt himself once again dragged into his own mind and this time he fully embraced the feeling.

Yet again he was in the very same ice and snow covered landscape, with the same stranger, however the stranger changed, he was not alone, but on his shoulder was sitting a large raven, above him flew an eagle and in the distance Harry could see a large wolf.

"You found the prison of the Wolf King," the stranger said and smiled. "A feat I thought would see you die and fall killed by the one of the beasts lurking around the hulk. Yet you passed one of the three trials, trials very similar to what the Wolf King of Vlka Fenryka passed when challenged by the Emperor."

"A feat of strength, a drinking and eating contest," Harry said, the knowledge appearing in front of his eyes. "Two won by the Wolf King and the first one by the Emperor, after which the Wolf King kneeled and swore fealty to the Emperor."

"Indeed," the stranger said and then gave Harry a look. "Then the time of glory, majesty and reason, the Great Crusade came and then the dark days when the Imperium shook and bled in the times of fratricide and bloodshed. Once those times passed the Wolf King went on a campaign to find the means to heal and save his father."

"And this is how he ended in the space hulk?" Harry inquired.

"Well, space hulk form at random and he could have ended in one because of bad luck in the Warp," the stranger said and then Harry could swear he could see a playful smirk on his lips. "However I think some forces might have moved and caused this. The Wolf of War is one of the themes in the Eldari prophecies about Rhana Dandra and some of their gods might have been able to use some splinters of their powers to manipulate the Immaterium and trap the Wolf until the right time came for it."

Harry growled at this and was about to shoot the stranger when he saw him smile and remain completely calm.

"Even if they are xenos and foul ones at times, they're also the ones that brought the thing into the Matterium and we both need each other to survive the incoming storm," the stranger said and Harry looked at him. "Finding the Wolf King and freeing him out of the bounds of ice and metal will be the first step on this road to the next Great Crusade."

With those words Harry's mind returned to his body and cut... Nasty, yes, I know, but sorry, the author needs a bit of time for himself and needs to somehow keep readers attention.

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A/N – Reviews:

Radeisth – a very good question about Deathwatch and it depends, like if you are your usual grunt, sure, if you are one of commanders not really. Technically can, but too precious to release.

Guest – well, the Warp is known for being extremely freaky and random and who didn't say that when moping up the trash called the zealots they won't stumble upon a portal leading into say 997.M2?