A/N – Another chapter, kinda action packed, but nothing unusual.

Harry crouched behind the hill ridge and gazed through the scope of his bolter at the cluster of buildings. He glanced to the side and he could see Lukas and Sharrowkyn lay nearby with Voldus standing on a hill behind them and watching out for anybody sneaking onto them.

"It's too quiet," Harry muttered. "Nothing unusual and this is going to be us waiting for the night to come."

"Don't tempt fates," Sharrowkyn muttered, his trademark sniper rifle resting to his side. "Or things start happening."

Harry scoffed at this and pulled his helmet of his face, letting the wind caress his skin and letting him taste the air. A thing that gave Space Wolves way more information than all other senses combined. He could smell nothing out of ordinary and then cast the look at the sun. It was slowly moving downward, which meant just few more hours of waiting motionless there.

"There is always waiting before the hunt," Lukas whispered and Harry glanced at him before returning to watching their target. "So patience, pup."

Harry's canines appeared as he snarled, but then it died down as the training took over his instincts and he stilled himself. His mind slowly slipping into a meditative state to help him pass the time and let his psychic senses stretch across the whole area. Normally it was the thing he wouldn't do, for the fear of getting possessed by some daemon or other denizens of the Warp, but here there were none and he could freely use those powers.

"Be careful," Voldus muttered into the vox and Harry flinched at the voice. "Yes, there is no major threat from the Warp, but there are still proto-psykers lurking in the shadows."

Harry nodded and then checked the time before rising off the ground and slowly moving down the slope in the last rays of the sunlight. He glanced to the side and nodded to Lukas before sprinting towards the wall of the nearest building.

"Nykona, do you see anything?" Harry whispered into his vox, his hand on his bolt pistol.

"Nothing," the ancient Raven Guard said. "You can enter the building, just be careful."

Harry nodded and carefully opened the door before sneaking inside and looking around. Seeing nobody he motioned for Lukas to follow and the two of them sneaked towards the rooms where they should find the future Aspirants.

"I'll watch, you grab them," Lukas said and Harry nodded as he ducked under the low hanging wooden plank.

Harry nodded and opened the door before moving across the room and reaching one of the best occupied by their targets. For a moment he looked at the sleeping soundly teen, having issues believing that one could have so peaceful life and felt a pang of jealousy. But then he shook his head and using a miniscule amounts of his psychic powers and abilities he reached out to their minds and sent them into slumber so deep they would be unable to wake up for next several hours. He lifted first one out of his bed and handed to Lukas before reaching for the other and leaving the room.

"Took you longer than I thought," Harry heard as they emerged out of the house, Nykona standing there with his rifle slung over his shoulder. "We need to hurry, Voldus detected something moving in our direction."

Harry nodded and with the boy in his arms he ran after Nykona and towards the gunship that was waiting for them behind the line of the hills. They ran across the hills and got aboard the Thunderhawk, right as they saw some vehicles and people moving in the distance.

"That was close," Harry said, dropping the to be Aspirant onto the floor and looking through one of viewports.

"And it is worrying," Sharrowkyn said, Harry sending questioning looks his direction. "Someone, something saw us and alerted the authorities. Which means that the next place where we look for Aspirants will have a warm greeting waiting for us."

Harry nodded and then looked at Lukas. "Should we mention to our liege that there are some issues?"

"That won't be necessary," Voldus said and all of them looked at the Grey Knight. "My psychic powers can allow us a safe passage and the Lords are aware of the issues."

o-0-o

Corax frowned as he looked at the slate he was handed. "How accurate that is?" he asked, his gaze focused on a cowl covered head of a Mechanicum adept. "Their detection of the Thunderhawk is worrying."

"Based on the traffic analysis and the time of the entry of the Thunderhawk, they did detect it," the Magos said, his voice that of a machine. "We believe they saw the thermal radiation."

"What can we do to limit their chances of detecting it?" Corax asked, his voice smooth and silky, yet nobody was in doubt that he was the leader.

"Be more careful in choosing where we enter the atmosphere," the Magos said and one of his mechadendrites reached to Corax, handing him another slate. "One of our destroyers used its auspexes to gather data and it seems that the most watched part of the surface is the northern hemisphere and we should focus elsewhere and be there careful."

"As we expected," Valdor added from his spot in the corner of the chamber. "Do you have any good spot for a base of operations on Terra?"

"Southern polar cap seems as the most optimal place. Population is close to none and there is not much that would be curious of our presence there."

"And the conditions are harsh enough to weed out the worst recruits before we ship them here," Corax muttered and then glanced at Russ. "Your Wolves, can they build in snow and ice or do we need to get Fists to do it?"

"They can," Russ said and shot an angry glance at Corax. "Do you really think we are dumb?"

"No, of course not," Corax said and then frowned before looking at Valdor. "Since you are the most impartial here. Do you think it makes sense?"

"In current conditions, yes, it does," Valdor said and then approached the table before looking at Russ and then at Corax. "I want a single company from your chapters ready and mustered in the hangar bay of the fortress in next twenty minutes. Add to that your Techmarines, Apothecaries and Librarians and I'll assemble rest of the forces necessary to set it up."

"What do you plan, Constantine?" Corax asked, frown creasing his features. "That's a lot of forces for construction job."

"Start to gather data," Valdor said and indicated the Magos that retreated away from them. "He is good and what he did is impressive, but we need to see things with our eyes and get access to their information network."

"Makes sense and my sons are perfect for the job," Corax said and then paused looking at the far away Earth visible through the window. "This world is an enigma and what we will find might change us."

o-0-o

Lukas passed few meters away from their target and raised his hand to stop the rest of their little group. "Do you also feel this?" he asked, sniffing the air, hair on the back of his neck raising. "That smells like a fight."

"Yes," Harry said, grimacing a bit and reaching for an axe before looking at Sharrowkyn. "You cover us from behind and we get the targets?"

"Indeed, young Wolf," Sharrowkyn said as he started to climb one of the few trees in the area. "Just be careful and leave something for me."

They smiled ferally and entered into something that was a minor village, only to be almost immediately forced to scatter as bullets flew their way. Scrapping against their armors and impacting walls.

Harry rolled behind a piece of concrete and reached for his plasma pistol. He rose from behind his cover and carefully aimed at one of the shooters that looked in his direction. Harry pulled the trigger and a ball of superheated plasma took out the head of his target.

"Nykona, some support?" Harry whispered into the vox, ducking back behind the cover, bullets flying above his head.

The next few sounds he heard was the rhythmic noise of an Astartes sniper rifle firing and then being reloaded. When it all ceased he looked for anybody that was alive and was a threat. However he could see nobody like it, just a lot of headless corpses with their brains splattered all over the mud and concrete around.

"That was impressive," Lukas said, emerging from his own cover, rifle in hands. "I saw good snipers, but never something like this."

"He almost killed a Primarch," Voldus said, even if the voice showed indifference, Harry could sense some respect in it. "He needs to be good to do something like this."

"We have a mission," Lukas added and indicated a large building ahead of them. "There should be everybody we need, twenty or so of them."

"Twenty-five to be exact."

Fifteen minutes later they were back aboard their Thunderhawk, back of it filled to the brim with sleeping teens of various ages and looks. All of them would be the first batch of Aspirants of the various Space Marine chapters that were here.

"Interesting," Nykona said as the four of them sat together and looked at the data they received. "We're not going to the Deliverance."

"Probably too much noise and attention," Voldus added and Nykona nodded in agreement.

"And they want to weed them out a bit before we ship them for implantation," then the Raven Guard's lips quirked up into a smile. "You Wolves will love it."

"Why?" Lukas asked as he disassembled and cleaned his rifle.

"Ice and snow and cold."

"Sounds fun," Harry muttered. "More interesting than the heat of Baal."

o-0-o

When the Thunderhawk arrived in the place where the new camp was to be Harry could already see several structures built out of snow and ice and a large number of Space Marines milling around. He could also see Thunderhawks parked and being unloaded with Marines carrying out crate after crate of supplies. A thing that made him frown as usually it was the serfs that did the mundane tasks of running the chapter, but it was nothing compared to a pair of Stormbirds sitting nearby.

"Those I haven't seen used in ages," Sharrowkyn said as Harry indicated them. "Each can carry a full company and supplies for it or several vehicles in its hold."

"So someone was in hurry," Harry said as the Thunderhawk touched down. "Let's find out who." He then glanced at Lukas. "You mind keeping their company?"

Lukas nodded and Harry allowed himself a smile, Lukas was an insanely good warrior, but also one that pissed off all leaders for the sake of it and the last thing he wanted now was to make someone mad. The axe and the shield on his back Harry walked out of the Thunderhawk and towards Valdor who slowly approached them.

"How was the trip?" Valdor asked casually, yet Harry could smell and see that it was forced casualness to help him relax.

"Full hold of Aspirants and some paint work needed for our armors," Harry said and then looked around. "Seems cozy and warm."

"Maybe for you, Wolves," Sharrowkyn muttered. "I would prefer more of a jungle than this ice wasteland."

Harry chuckled merrily, but then shook his head and focused back on Valdor. "So, what are we supposed to do now?"

"Rest and then help in getting the camp going," the Custodian said and then paused. "Once that's done, you can take help the Apothecaries with what you all brought. Sharrowkyn, for you I will have a different task. Take the gunship and few of your brothers and go look for more Aspirants."

Next few hours were a blur for Harry as he and several dozen of other Marines built lodgings that would let them live in comfortable conditions, as well as would house the new recruits before adding some storage areas and organizing small armory. Most arms and armor was still on Deliverance, but they had a decent collection of basic bolters and chain weapons. Two things that should suffice against most things they would meet on the surface, even daemonic incursions included. And against those there were always force weapons and the Grey Knights, a squad of whom was more than enough.

However what surprised Harry the most was the fact that all the Marines, no matter their chapter of origin seemed to work together with most of the grudges set aside. A thing that he didn't see for a long time, yet made him happy.

When they were done Harry looked at the camp and even if he felt tired he was extremely happy, a set of ten halls with an armory in the middle all done, as well as several pieces of machinery they needed hidden in pits dug out in snow and Thunderhawks parked in an even row and ready to took off at moments notice.

He put on his helmet and walked to watch the new recruits wake up out of their psychic powers induced sleep and the overwhelming things he smelled was fear and uncertainty of where they were and what was happening to them. Harry could also smell around them some faint scent of more advanced machinery and then he realized that the Techmarine in charge decided that all should be given basic knowledge.

"Do you want to make a speach to greet them?" Valdor asked over the vox.

"I suppose I can," Harry said and then walked towards the Aspirants. "Welcome to Camp Morkai, your home for next few months. You all have been chosen because you represent potential to be something more than humans can normally achieve. There will be a lot of suffering and pain involved, but when it is done you will be above and beyond what a human can be." He paused for a moment and let silence reign for few precious moments before smiling and looking at them. "You can of course don't want to participate, but we're on the southern pole and nearest human settlement is away and there is no food elsewhere..."

He smiled to himself and then looked at a few grizzled Space Marines veterans that walked towards him, one was an Imperial Fist Sergeant, two were Space Wolves Long Fangs and the last one was a Raven Guard Sergeant.

"Those four are the ones that will train you and you will listen to them," Harry said after a moment. "They will train you, help you and guide you, but don't expect any coddling or preferential treatment. They trained dozens of recruits before you, so they know their craft and will be expecting that you do as well as previous recruits did. If you utilize the full potential there is inside of you, you can become Space Marines."

As the Sergeants passed him Harry turned around and approached Lukas who was holding a tankard of ale and sitting next to another. "Good job, Harry," Lukas said, handing him a tankard.

Harry smiled and pulled the helmet of his head before sipping the ale. "So, how did I do?" he asked as he looked at one of his fellow Wolf Guard.

Lukas smiled and sniffed the air. "Considering that I can smell piss from here," he said and bared his fangs in a wolf-like smile. "You did well at scaring them."

Harry laughed at this and sipped more of the ale. "I didn't try that hard," he said and shrugged. "I just copied what I saw from Russ and Ragnar."

Lukas chuckled and shook his head. "Harry, you are young and inexperienced, but those two are one of the best leaders of the Legion. And they know how to get to the men and get the reaction they want." Lukas paused and gave Harry a careful look. "You wanted them scared and you achieved it."

"More like intimidated," Harry said and frowned. "But I guess I got them scared, which isn't bad."

"No, it is not. We want them obedient and fear can get that reaction from men. Just needs to be carefully used."

Harry nodded and slowly sipped beer as he watched the Sergeants sort the Aspirants into their teams, around of twenty people per one. Which was a pretty large unit, but most likely five out of each would die during training, leaving fifteen men strong teams. Which was far more manageable for normal teams, as even Codex Astartes ones were ten men large.

o-0-o

At the same time Valdor stood in an improvised command center and frowned looking at the projection of Earth. He was a strategist and a spymaster for the Emperor, but even he frowned as he tried to understand the mess called Earth. "Too many states," he murmured and then paused. "We need to get data, but it will be a pain."

"What about striking at some less developed places?" Sharrowkyn asked as he entered the room. "That way the Scouts can get the idea of security they can meet and get some data we want. And it should be safer and easier than dropping on some global powers."

"I agree it will be safer," Valdor said and then grimaced. "But the issue is, small fishes usually don't have good data. And I hate being unable to know what is going on."

Sharrowkyn smiled and patted affectionately his rifle. "What about giving it a try?" he asked and then smiled. "I can take some scouts with me and drop with them into the capital of some state or some other place and look for data while second team gathers Aspirants."

"Your fame is quite legendary," Valdor said and smiled faintly. "You're the only sharpshooter that managed to score a hit on a Primarch. Even a Vindicare failed. So I will trust you and you can choose whoever you want for your mission."

Sharrowkyn nodded and looked at the projection. "I think I have an idea where to look for data," he finally said and then gazed at Valdor. "What I will need though is some tech adept to enter computer network."

"That I can get you."

o-0-o

Lewis shuddered as he looked at the Marines, they were massive and giants compared to normal humans, easily standing at above eight feet tall and covered in armor that looked more like that of a tank than one a human could wear. And there was some kind of an aura that made them be even more dangerous and scary, for Lewis it felt as if they knew they were dangerous and lethal and appreciated that.

"Allright whelps," one of them growled, revealing his wolf-like fangs. "We are here to train you and you will listen to us or you will feel the consequences. We killed things that would haunt you for ages in your dreams and we can kill it again if we need to. First thing, divide yourself into four teams of some twenty each."

Lewis looked around unsure, none of the people around him, nor him willing to move.

"I didn't ask you!" one of the Marines growled, his voice rough and threatening. "That was a fucking order! Do it now!"

At this and the more threatening posture of the Marines all of them jumped up and quickly moved into teams. The cold around them motivating them even more to move and keep themselves warm.

"Since you somewhat can obey our commands," one of the Marines said with a sneer. "Behind you are your barracks and clothes. You have ten minutes to get back here."

o-0-o

Corax looked at Cawl and then at a suit of armor stored in one of the massive cargo holds of Cawl's Arc Mechanicus. "Explain to me for whom did you make it?" Corax asked, completely relaxed and uncaring. Yet behind him stood a pair of Hellblasters with their plasma weapons ready to use.

"Lord Guilliman asked me to prepare this armor," Cawl explained. "In case he was wounded or killed by one of his traitor brothers."

"Interesting," Corax said and then approached the armor. "I have seen some of the artifacts made by father and I know well when someone plays with things they shouldn't play with." He then turned to look at Cawl. "If not for the usefulness of bringing back Roboute, I would have killed you. Here and now. So give me a very good reason not to kill you and find a more suitable replacement."

"Because I'm the only one that can make more of the Primaris Marines," Cawl said, his mechadendrites becoming more agitated.

"That is true," Corax agreed and then tilted his head. "But you forgot about one more person."

"Yes," Russ said stepping from the shadows, a pair of Einherjar behind their lord. "You are too precious to kill, but secrets are what drove Horus to rebel and now I won't allow it to happen again. Not now and not in the future." He then paused and smiled. "Brother dear," he said, looking at Corax. "Do you remember a certain sword, one that was flaming when used by a psyker?"

"My Lords, do you mean a sword entrusted to me by Lord Guiliman?" Cawl asked as he reached to one of crates and opened it, revealing a massive sword.

"Yes, that one," Russ said as he reached for the sword and easily pulled out of the crate. "Sword forged by our father, another one of his weapons."

"Yes," Corax said and then turned to look at Cawl. "Any similar secrets, be kind and reveal them. I have a distaste for being lied to." He then paused and handed Cawl a data slate. "How soon can you get them turned into Marines?"

"Once they finish their basic training," Cawl said quickly.

"Good," Corax said and motioned for the Hellblasters to stand down. "Prepare the labs and start making the gene-seed so that it is ready."

o-0-o

Sharrowkyn leaped down onto the ground and watched the scouts leave the gunship one by one. Once the last of the ten scouts and their Sergeant were on the ground he nodded and looked towards the lone building several hundred meters away.

"Agapito," Sharrowkyn said, addressing the Sergeant. "You will take the building, I will be providing cover and join you if need be. The Techmarine will join us once it is safe."

Agapito nodded and looked at the squad. "Brahe, Tycho, Tarkus, circle around and strike from behind. The rest with me."

Sharrowkyn slipped away and looked around for a high enough vantage point to have a good enough look at the building and the guards around it. He quickly noticed the sentries on the ground and then his eyes narrowed as he looked for a sniper that should be somewhere around. On most imperial planets any communication center had a sniper or two ready to discourage most of the foolish attacks.

"You have twenty guards on the ground," Sharrowkyn muttered into the vox. "And there are four more close to the relays."

"Any snipers?" Agapito asked.

"None of them revealed themselves," Sharrowkyn said and then shifted slightly, positioning himself better on hilltop. "But there should be at least two." He paused and looked through the scope of his rifle. "There are four with something that looks like a heavy stubber."

"Those we can take care of," Agapito said and paused. "Split, Euron, Bran, go left, Corvid, Leo, Theo go right."

o-0-o

Brahe slowly moved through the dense vegetation, his pale skin painted in dark shades of greens and browns making him almost impossible to spot as he moved. He glanced at Tycho, his fellow Scout and the best friend. "Do you see anything watching us?" he whispered in a language of Kiavahr and Deliverance, also combat language of the Raven Guard.

Before Tycho could say anything Tarkus signed for them to fall silent and duck. Brahe was about to ask what, but then he noticed movement ahead of them. He tensed and squinted his eyes, his vision sharpening and he hissed when he noticed a cleverly hidden watchtower and four guards inside.

"Sergeant," Brahe whispered into the vox. "Four sentries ahead. We can circle around or eliminate."

"How long would take you circling around?"

Brahe looked around, trying to see through the jungle around them and then shaking his head. "Too long, the jungle is thick," he said and then added. "We can cut a path, but that will take us time and will be loud."

"Eliminate them in two minutes," Agapito said. "Knives only. Conserve the ammunition and avoid noise."

Brahe nodded and almost immediately in the corner of his vision appeared a counter with numbers slowly moving. He slung his rifle over the back and and pulled out combat knife, a weapon that for humans would be a sword. He glanced at Tycho and Tarkus and they nodded before following him to their target.

"I'll take out the ones closest to the edge," Tarkus murmured. "You can take care of the rest."

Brahe was about to argue, but a quick look from Tycho made him pause and only nod. Then he slowly moved forward, knife in his hand and his eyes focused on the prey so far unaware of their presence. Seconds dragged on as they moved through the jungle, moving without making single sound. Years of their training and constant fighting paying off as they approached the watchtower.

Brahe slowly breathed out and glanced at the counter, there was still some time left and they were at the base of the tower. He glanced at Tycho and Tarkus and then started to climb up its sides, carefully listening to the guards above them. A wooden plank creaked and Brahe immediately stopped, his muscles tensed and beating of his hearts picking up in speed of their beating.

He spent few seconds unmoving and then when he was sure that nobody was watching down, he climbed last few meters and when the counter reached zero he moved. One moment he was hanging in mid-air, next he had his knife buried in the neck of the closest guard and then the ambush was over.

"Done," Brahe whispered into his vox and moved to the edge of the platform. "No sentries we can see from here."

o-0-o

Agapito nodded and then cursed when he heard gunshots to his right, he glanced in that direction and saw Corvid and Leo dash towards guards that opened fire. He then looked ahead and then at the scouts that were with him.

"Fuck stealth," Agapito hissed as a round whizzed past his head. "Just kill them fast."

Roaring noise of bolters silenced the guns used by the humans and Agapito allowed himself a smile when humans scrambled away and ran for cover. It seemed they didn't anticipated getting fired at and expected to scare them away.

Some bullet smashed against his helmet and Agapito felt himself thrown backwards by the sheer force of the strike. He smashed against the ground, just in time to see second smash into the pauldron of Gwyn, blowing it to shreds and tearing a chunk of flesh.

"Nykola, take out that sniper," Agapito hissed, his eyes scanning the roof of the building.

He heard the characteristic sound of the Astartes sniper rifle and then saw a body fall from the roof. With no imminent threat he turned and looked at Gwyn whose shoulder was a bloody mess, but the blood was already clotting and fixing the damage.

"Cover me," Agapito said and handed Gwyn his bolt pistol. "Use this, with one hand rifle will be useless for you."

Gwyn nodded and moved off the ground, staying behind Agapito who ran forward and towards the doors into the building. He slammed against the wall to the side of them and paused, taking this opportunity to get an idea where his squad was. Gwyn was to his side, Rollo crouching behind one of the vehicles nearby and the other five he had on this side were pressed against the wall.

"Brahe," Agapito whispered into the vox. "Forget about stealth and storm the building from behind." He then searched the nearby hills and trees for Sharrowkyn's position. "Nykona, keep an eye on any friends of the defenders."

With that done he opened the door and threw in a smoke grenade before running in and shooting at the defenders that seemed shocked by the speed and ferocity. They were slow and sluggish, failing to score any hits on him and giving him the time he needed to finish them off and let the rest of the squad enter.

Bolters were a deadly weapon even against heavily armored targets, against humans without proper body armor they were horrific and ripped bodies to shreds as Agapito moved forward and carefully fired his rifle. He didn't care much about the building or the enemies, what he cared about though were the devices inside of it and data stored on them.

Behind him came the Scouts, their lack of experience showing in less restrained firing, but he was only able to spot it thanks to over five centuries of combat experience and from knowing each and every of them from the training sessions. Yet their lack of experience was only noticeable when fighting against more nasty and dangerous enemies than those poor excuses of humans.

o-0-o

At the same time Harry put on his helmet and wrapping himself in a pelt of a wolf he slew so many years ago during his trials walked out of the mess hall and into the frosty wind of the Arctic. He could feel it slam against him and he only smiled at it. Cold, snow and ice were the conditions in which he thrived, the armor in addition to his normal resistance to cold provided a layer of insulation not many things had.

"Wolf Guard, can we speak?" someone said behind him and Harry almost immediately tensed, his hand twitching and wanting to grasp his axe.

"Yes?" he asked, slowly turning and facing Captain Shrike, one of the Captains of the Raven Guard. "How can I help you, Captain?"

"I spoke with my lord and father," Shrike said, his face hidden behind his matte black helmet. "And he asked me to ask you a single question. Do you come from Terra from this time period?"

Harry tensed at this as his mind kicked into overdrive trying to figure out what Shrike wanted and how did he know it. He then closed his eyes and forced himself to breath slowly and keep hearts beating evenly. "Yes, I do come from this time," he finally said.

"Good," Shrike said and then motioned towards the training grounds where the Aspirants trained. "Walk with me as there are several more matters I would like to discuss with you."

"Of course, captain," Harry said and then chuckled. "You could have been less subtle, after all a Captain outranks a Wolf Guard."

Shrike nodded his head in agreement, but then added. "Normally, while you are a Wolf Guard of the Lord Russ himself me trying to use the seniority of my rank would be foolish. After all, if Lord Russ orders you to carry out something, I can't get in the way."

Harry allowed himself a smile and pulled the helmet of his head before giving Shrike a cool look. "What are the matters you want to discuss with me?"

"Ones that are to remain a secret for the foreseeable future," Shrike said and Harry nodded with a shrug, Wolf Guard was used to such things. "One, Captain-General would like to speak with you, Lord Russ and Lord Corax about this place and time."

"Probably about the Emperor," Harry said and then frowned. "He should be alive by now for few millenia and probably some fools want to break every rule we have about dealing with time paradoxes."

"What do you mean?"

Harry paused and turned to look at the confused Captain. "When I was seconded to the Grey Knights, one of the things I was taught about was the Warp and how unpredictable it can get. With it came the knowledge about the paradoxes that often happen. And one of the rules is don't interfere with the time-line, even if you think you can change it for the better." Harry's lips quirked into a smile. "We already fucked up that one, but we can limit how much we interfere as no matter what we do the people will see Deliverance. And the activities of the Scouts on the planet are also hard to hide in the long run, but we need them to get back to our times."

"What about contacting the Emperor?" Shrike asked. "If he is as powerful as he should be, he should be capable of helping us."

Harry sighed and shook his head. "No, as I said, no interfering with the time and events. And with him knowing the nastiness of our times and what he became and what the Imperium became." Harry shrugged and looked at the Aspirants running laps across the icy training ground. "We don't know what he would do. He could kill just or kill himself or do something equally bad. All of them are a possibility."

"I will accept that explanation," Shrike muttered and Harry nodded. "There is also a matter of who should command those Marines when we come back to our time and Lord Corax suggested you."

"When the time comes, yes," Harry said and then shook his head. "But now, now I feel something calling me north. Something I need to investigate alone and undisturbed."

Shrike nodded, yet Harry could smell his unease and doubts, hidden so well, yet still visible. "Very well, young wolf," he finally said.

o-0-o

Brahe crept silently between dozens of relays and antennas scattered behind the building they were storming and listened carefully to his environment. He knew there were some sentries he needed to kill, he just didn't know where they were. He paused for a second and listened to his environment. The noises of the forests, the breathing of his brothers, the wind and the roaring noise of the bolters in the distance.

He pushed all of them away and instead focused on the noises he sought, those of the humans that were somewhere around him and were his target. He smiled when heard one of them move and reached for his combat knife before moving after him. Brahe was like an apex predator, he moved confidently, yet not making a single sound.

He circled around the concrete base of one of the relays and tensed as his targets appeared in front of him. Then in a single move he was behind the human, blade of the combat knife glinting in the faint light of the moon and the stars. The next moment it pierced the skin and was buried to the hilt in the chest of the human. Brahe twisted it in the wound and ensured that the spine was cut before pulling it out, droplets of blood running down the hilt and onto his hand.

"Sentry eliminated," he whispered into the vox.

Before he could heard anything someone spotted him and a hail of gunfire raked across the breastplate of his armor. He ducked and rolled towards nearest piece of cover. With a single move of his hand the targeting and optical array slipped onto his eyes and he could clearly see the enemies that fired at him.

"Tycho, Tarkus," Brahe muttered into the vox, hiding behind a piece of concrete and reaching for his frag grenades. "Do you see the enemies?"

"Yes," Tycho responded after a second. "We will try to move and flank them."

Brahe nodded and primed the grenade before tossing it towards the biggest cluster of humans, there was over fifty of them and normally the numbers wouldn't be an issue for a squad of Scouts. But here the whole squad was scattered across a large area and couldn't focus their attention in one place.

He hurled the grenade and used the explosions as a distraction to get closer and then opened fire. The grenade killed and wounded some, but more importantly it confused them, a thing that made Brahe smile as he gunned down the rest.

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Agapito cussed as he slammed his knife into a human that ran past him and then fired his bolt rifle before looking at Gwyn and Rollo who took out the last one. "I'll keep them busy," Agapito said and reloaded his rifle and winced when he noticed it was the last magazine. "You two run inside and clean the building."

They nodded and ran deeper, letting him hold the main door. He already took some hits, but the power armor was holding and the only effect was scratched paint and few of dents. Things that a Techmarine could easily fix. He peered into the darkness outside and winced when he saw several tanks move close to the building.

"Hunter, take them out," he muttered into the vox, signal boosted to the maximum by the systems of his armor. And a cut

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A/N – So, yes last chapter was a bit odd, intentionally even.

Reviews:

Redbarchetta28 – how to say it, Hogwarts won't show up for some time as poking psykers and their communities isn't on top of their list of priorities and they want to first get an idea of what is going on and rest and resupply first. Remember, last few months for them was a constant war without much of a period to say stop, time to rearm, resupply and take care of our gear. Even if they are Marines and adore warfare, they still need that time.

Especially after the hell of Baal, they barely fought off a whole Hive Fleet and losses were horrendous. Grimnar took there almost the whole chapter and the Blood Angels had over 120 companies with all of their gear deployed. None of those is above 70% of their initial manpower and in some cases it is even worse.

Even if Russ wants to head into a fight, Corax and Valdor and even Cawl will bash his head into a wall until he listens and acknowledges the fact that they need to first address more pressing issue. Corax said a greater daemon of the bird being somewhere on the planet and none of them want to fight it with their chapters being as mauled as they are.

Ataxius – for a moment he will be, simply because he needs knowledge and experience and probably should get a bit more savvy before jumping into politics of the Imperium.

Frankieu – yes and no, he is *censored* so he has some troubles noticing Warp events and second Deliverance is a fortress so it has as many protections as humanly possible.

OBSERVER01 – possibly, possibly, time is after all a fluid thing in the Warp

DragonForce – No! They report to him and they fuck up their whole time line and can't predict what will happen and how it will impact the future.