Several thoughts were running through Sister Juneline Kate's mind while the Hallow Pyre transported her and her fellow Adepta Sororitas to battle. She heard the cries herself from the distress beacon before it and most likely the brave soul who sent it was cut out, and thus the danger Staban VII would face should the warp be as relentless as history has shown, the forge world will be lost. And with it, a heavy export in military vehicles and firearms. Several chapters overheard the emergency distress signal over the coms, with mechanical wheeling being slowly overshadowed by trampling minions seething their way through the planet. Her first mission, and it was an extermination of the Tyrranids, a massive power that struck fear into the hearts of most.

Xenos. They were disgusting, unruly, unable to see the emperor's light as what it was. It mattered not how many fangs it beared, or the desires that festered under the unholy skin. But the Tyrranids in specific were an unyielding threat, with every planet consumed an addition to their initial army. How despicable, that all her fallen allies were now going to fuel their conquest. It mattered not. They would all fall the same, regardless of what they were. All who stood against the will of the emperor were destined to fail. Though there was concern as to whether or not they would live to see that future. Her pondering was silenced as her Canoness entered her quarters. There would be no semblance of disrespect from her.

"Palatine Juneline, are the Seraphim ready for bloody combat?"

"All accounted for, Canoness Grendaz. None will stand before our might."

The duo leave Juneline' room, as the Palatine briskly re-entered her room and takes her weapons to prevent going back again. Grendaz smiles as Juneline chuckles with clumsy behavior. It was not like her to simply forget such a holy item like a flamer, but it is a fact for today. Unlikely to be the only unusual event to happen today.

"Excellent. It is bravery such as this that the Emperor expects from his disciples. But, as their Canoness I wish to witness their mettle in their time of call firsthand."

"As is to be predicted from the one who has assisted in our rise to glory. The order of the Ermine Flamer will have its greatest moment yet."

The storage bay held 297 sisters of battle clad in church sponsored armor, holding a mixture of chainswords, bolters and flamers. Such glory was held in the bay, with teeth gritted in impatience. But in the corner is a being with deep shame and regret, Dissula Ronalf was grafted to a Penitent engine. A mech designed to rip apart any monstrosity who would foolishly resist the wrath of Man. And yet, the pilot would receive no honor, see not the bloodshed, feel not the glory.

"Fellow sisters! We are nearing the Mechanicus forgeworld to purge the rising Tyrranid threat. And what are we gonna do?!"

"Crush the bugs!" "Burn the heretics!" "Suffer not the Xenos!"

So many vows to break those who are foolish to resist the God Emperor of man's might. A smile spreads across Grendaz's face, as if she were a mother raising these children since before they could lift a bolter. Seeing how far her sisters had grown, Juneline shared her joy. How they have grown ever since their first meeting on San Leor.

"Rest assured girls, we will earn our place next to Saint Celestine's light. Even Dissula can join us if the emperor forgives her."

"IT WAS ONE TIME, I WAS-"

"DISSULA!"

As Juneline's venom exploded for the heretic's blabbering, the room fell silent. There was no question as to why she was the Canoness' Palatine. No one better could fill such a role. Grendaz resumes.

"Now sisters, let us pray. Pray for the end of all bloodshed. Pray for a day of peace to come. When all Xenos submit or perish before the light.

The sisters fell to their knees as a choir-like voice filled the room. Even Dissula's voice was welcomed. The heretic lost only the most self centered privileges.

"Take heed, ye who have surrendered to the Darkness

We shall be unbowed and unbroken

For where there is darkness, His light shall shine

And the darkness shall retreat"

This peace of tranquility was terminated with emergency signals flaring in the communication channels. Juneline dashes towards the starboard side of the ship to see the Venerate Gauss under siege by the daemons that surge through the Warp. Their psycher failed them, and now his crew suffers.

"Gellar Shield compromised!"

"Navigator offline!"

"Get off me-AHH!"

"Switching psychers!"

"The hull is breached! We've been compromised!"

"FOR THE EMPEROR!"

"AAAAHHHHH-hak!

"ALL HANDS ON DECK! REPEAT! ALL HAN-!"

The ship erupted in the world of chaos before the true battle could even begin. So many sisters lost to the warp, unable to taste glory before their end. Juneline pulled out a pendant containing the image of the emperor. She held it close to her head and prayed silently. The Imperium would make great use out of these warriors. They could have no better gift than the emperor's light.

And so, the Hallow Pyre launched out of the warp, swiftly joined by their sisters. Only nine ships were able to escape unscathed by the hell's nightmares. With only a moment of peace, reality would slap it out of her. Even with the void shields pushed to their limits, Tyrranid Hive Fleet Gorgon has bombarded the world of metal. The sight of Hive Ships still popping into the planet's reach as if they used a different warp was disturbing. They opened fire on the Dauntless light cruisers, showing no mercy to the reinforcements. As to be expected. What was also expected, is that not all of the sisters would make the drop. Now they were down to eight ships, and tyrranids are very well known for being very much not in need of additional troops. Not a great start, but at least they could start in a minute. Juneline will take any win she can find. They were a treasure in this galaxy. With little time to waste, the sisters donned their gas masks that covered only their mouths and noses. The eyes need only be shielded by the emperor's glory.

"Rest with the Emperor, Sisters."

"Knowing the Tyrranids, we won't be far from them."

Venturing through the atmosphere, the sisters viewed the approaching planet with ponder. Juneline heard the details, but never dreamed of what that would translate into. A planet-sized industrial complex dedicated to manufacturing weapons, vehicles, and other war materiel for the Imperium. That alone was a very good reason to insure the safety of this world. For the harvesters that turn wheat from hiveworld farms into food. The bolters that allow a guardsmen to renounce the heretic with force. The armor that shields the blessed Marines that defend the Emperor's chosen. Such a heavy burden that is laid upon the Mechanicus, the least she could do was throw her life into the fray to defend the globe, even if she had to do it alone!

Fortunately, she wasn't alone. Her descent through the planet's surface revealed several factions who rose in defense of the point of interest. The blue amongst the swirling colors of chaos were unmistakable. It was the Ultramarines, clad in heavy armor and prepared for ripping apart the Xenos. Seeing them charge into the swarm with no fear was such a sight to see. Watching ripper swarms crushed with the perfect blend of precision and brutality was a sight to behold few civilians could claim. Another reason Juneline joined the front lines.

Fighting right alongside them was a shade of green unleashing a mother's wrath: the Salamanders. They danced around the battle, with flamers consuming all in their path. Yet even with this sign of abandoned care, they were quite suppressed in their actions. Not by any limitations of either armor or strength. They were simply more attuned to their surroundings. Their hammers crushed the armored heretics whom strayed too far from the pack, such as many Gargoyles who were no match for hard steel. Whereas the Gladiolus who swarm the Astartes chapter were exposed to holy flamers. There are many who are resilient to the cleansing that punish the champions for their moment of weakness. Many salamanders will fall, but the corpses of the Tyrranids will litter the forgeworld as well.

But where there was careful consideration and attentive destruction with Salamanders, the Black Templars carved their spleen upon the invaders. No control, no consideration for even their own well being. This chapter of space marines knew the dangers that the xenos represented, and thus their rage matched their blasphemy. With weapons chained to their very fists, none could match a son of Sigismund's devotion to xenos destruction. Similar to the Tyrranids, they certainly possessed Bolters for ranged combat. Yet their brutality was best described with melee combat, with chainswords effortlessly carving through Gaunts like a knife through butter. Their wrath was only matched by a mass of Tyrranid Primes, who were able to overpower the marines inevitably. Still, a Templar's end is always coated in blood.

And as if that wasn't enough, the planet contains many of its own defenses. Even with satellite turrets and void shields destroyed, the forces below were able to hold off the alien scum. Electro priests bashing away the swarms with their shock batons. Praetorians are able to cleave through rippers as a scythe would through wheat. And as hierophants were forcing the Forgeworld's protectors to play defensive, the thundering boom of a Warmaster Titan's cannon was all the sisters could hear before the xenos tower fell. Truly, this world may be saved yet.

But as the Hallow Pyre descended further into the forgeworld's atmosphere, the sight of something spectacular showed up. The sight of people from a planet that once rebelled from the Imperium of man and their children now seek repentance. With the Death Korps of Krieg that littered the metal world, their numbers almost exceeded that of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Men with the face of a demon, these warriors fought even more chaotically than the Black Templar, seemingly overjoyed at the prospect of a glorious end. One soldier was waiting behind the inanimate remains of a titan, and pierced the first Gaunt that was within range with a bayonet. Another was being skewered by a Swarmlord's pincers and was lifted up to be eaten. The warrior then casually pulled out a Stielhandgranate from his belt and smacked the bug on its blade bearing skull like a newspaper at an unruly dog. On the fourth hit, the abomination was greatly injured with its meal reduced to mush. This was the level of devotion the sisters envied. It was this devotion that inspired Juneline to encourage her fellow sisters.

"Sisters, the xenos threat will be purged. For the hope of mankind! FOR THE EMPEROR!"

This small speech was all that was needed to wash away any sense of self preservation, and encourage the Sisters to raze the monsters. The sky was filled with Zeriphem as more battleships pierce the skies, flooding the atmosphere with their own sisters. Bolters rained upon the Tyrranids, drawing their attention towards the angelic figures who descended to purge the unholy. Hundreds of insects crushed before they landed upon the planet's surface. So many heretics turned to char as the Sororitas lit up their flamers onto the enemy. Juneline felt alive, but felt a shiver rush down her spine when a pyrovore's cannon decimated a platoon of sisters. As the impact sent the brides of the Emperor to their end, it left a powerful scar upon the Palatine's mind.

As the Sisters landed on the ground, the true battle commenced. Gaunts overwhelmed by holy fire, hive guards being crushed by Ultramarine fists, Salamanders ripping tentacles from venomthropes, and Death Korps assisting the technopriests in holding the line, as the Black Templars charge in to meet Tyrranid primes in melee, chainswords to talons. This was a moment when the forces of mankind worked together, differences be damned. Ever since the Horus Heresy, mankind can never be at their most united again This fight made Juneline smile as she burned the heretics before her, as the technopriests unleash the Omnissiah's wrath with their Photon Darkfire Cannons. Juneline was finding a smile creeping upon her as something dreadful came into vision. A collection of Zoanthropes zapping away her sisters in brutal efficiency. The following storm caused Juneline to fly, and bash her head on the corpse covered ground.

…

A pitch dark void was opened, revealing the true ending of this conflict. To speak as if it was a glorious moment would be false. The Tyrranid forces were overwhelming, numbers so great that not even a forgeworld and 3 legions of space Marines could fend them off. For every bug to perish, their numbers were replaced tenfold. Ground was being lost, as hope and bolter rounds were falling just as the Imperium's forces were. And worse yet, more Tyrranid ships were emerging. The Fleet Gorgon has not yet fully emerged to devour this world. Defeat was inevitable…but it didn't mean there weren't alternatives. Juneline went on her comms to receive orders from the Mechanicus on which defenses need their attention the most.

"Adeptus Mechanicus, this is Palatine Juneline. We are currently being overrun. Where is your Magus Dominus?"

"Magus Able is not accepting calls at this time. Resume-"

The line was soon cut for reasons foreign to Juneline. A reminder that she was on the battlefield took place with a ripper swarm. A flamer melts through the first wave, with several rippers from the second wave jumping on the sister. She crushes one in her hand but is pierced by another's fangs. Trying to wrestle the xenos away from her, several others encircle for the kill. Juneline closes her eyes to speak a prayer when bolter fire mows down the bugs. Juneline threw away the corpse that was atop her, eager to join the battle. The sister that saved her was from one of the other ships, the face would be something she could identify otherwise. Her actions were punished by a tyrranid prime puncturing her with its claws and being torn in half. Juneline pulled the trigger again to burn this heretic, as the Tyrranid uses its wings to cover itself. It charged toward the tasty prey, and tackled her to the ground. Juneline was barely able to react fast enough to grab her laz-pistol and put two shots into this beast's head. Horror filled his mind, as so many encounters with death had led to this.

With this corpse atop her, she thought she could catch a breath, examine her surroundings. Space Marines falling, tech priests being devoured, titans being crawled upon by a massive number of tyrranids that climbed its mechanical limbs. This world was lost, and there was little that could be done by her. As she got up, she witnessed her sister Dissula acting in her prison of metal. By her side is Nataley, attempting to guide her sister to burn out the monsters more effectively. The penitent machine was attacking with reckless abandon, but Nataley was ensuring that the heavy flamers were aimed where their allies were not. Juneline grabs her flamer off the ground and calls out the duo, while burning the nearest xenos swarm.

"Dissula! Nataley! Did you contact the Mechanicus?!"

"WHAT?!"

"I WILL EARN MY PLACE BY THE EMPEROR'S SIDE!"

It was clear with hindsight how thunderous the battle was. The sound of Dissula's heavy bolter ripping through Tyrranid carapace rings in their ears, another distraction preventing them from properly thinking clearly.

"YOU WILL DIE BY MY HAND, XENOS SCUM!"

"Block the right!"

A blast from a pyrovore's cannon was blocked by the machine's buzz saw, and was removed from the world by a bolter barrage. Dissula's right arm was now heavily damaged, weakening her effectiveness in combat. So many bugs were still charging them, only to be pulled back when exposed to a Radiation blast disintegrating the swarm. The sisters take advantage of the distraction

"Dissula, come on! You can make it!"

"I RAN ONCE BEFORE! NEVER AGAIN!"

Nataley tried to run to convince Dissula that dying here wasn't necessary. But Juneline tugs on her sister's shoulder. This was not the time. If Dissula seeks to redeem herself in the Emperor's light, the Penitent Machine will provide enough of a distraction to

"For…the Emperor."

The mechanized hand of the Penitent Machine was shoved up the monster's neck and pulled out an amount of meat she could roughly recognize as its esophagus. And yet, the monster wasn't dead yet. Its buried claw digs further through the body and lifts up the human's skull and takes a bite of its meal. Blood is pouring out of its massive wound as it lets out a bellowing roar before collapsing. The herd of monsters trample over the corpses to consume more biomass, as the battle is nearly over. Nataley and Juneline speak over the comms, hoping their legs will get them towards the Mechanicus headquarters.

"I've called for reinforcements to any nearby imperium ships! Interference is too strong!"

"The Mechanicus must have some plan for an invasion! We must reach out to them!"

"Attention, Mechanicus Magus! This is Lieutenant Nataley of the Ermine Flamer! The Tyrranids are bursting down the planet's defenses! Do you have a plan?!"

Palatine closes her eyes and grips onto her pendant of the Emperor. Softly she sings, "We've always walked this path, from our birth we knew the light. I was raised knowing I'd balance faith and might." A Death Korp soldier wrestles a Hierodule to the ground, bashing the shovel into the bug's shoulder, dislocating it. The creature then opened its mandibles and bit into the soldier's torso, heavily ripping it apart.

"Calling all reinforcements. This is Enginseer Techpriest Natagoro. Our Magus was defeated. But victory is possible. Make your war toward the nearest servitor and follow them. The Tyrranid swarm will be dealt with. Good luck."

At last, hope. Juneline smiled as a Hormagaunt's talons were dodged, leading for Juneline to spin around and activate the flamer, burning the alien to a crisp. Nataley smiles as she also empties her bolter rounds into the nearest xenos, with no regard for making out which subspecies was which. The giant bug knocks off Nataley's mask, causing her to leap to the ground, gasping for air. She pressed her mask back on before the atmosphere was too corrosive for her lungs. The beast lifts up the talons to tear apart this prey when a chainsword finds its teeth in its neck. The sight of a blue angel emerged in the sister's eyes as an Ultramarine had just saved her, a hand taken to carry her up.

"We're making it out of this planet alive, sisters."

Bless the Emperor, a miracle has occurred. With the message reaching out towards all the others, many began their evacuation toward the planet's core. The Black Templars and the Death Korp stay behind as well as a large number of Skitarii and Titans, to provide cover fire for those who can escape. This was it, the danger would be burned away, as the Mechanicus will unlock their secret weapon. Their pounding steps echo in the sister's ears. The rush of several souls hoping to live for tomorrow. The various threats of the Tyrranids are quite hungry, and several Salamanders, Ultramarines, Mechanicus techpriest and Sisters of Battle are not yet ready to die today. Several doors open, each with their own flying bug with various wires and pipes floating underneath.

"Hurry, brethren! The swarm is approaching!"

Thousands of soldiers are able to dart inside the safety of the Mechanicus fortress, with the doors closing after plenty enough were secured. This was met with confusion and dread, as their fate was not negated like the

"Salutations. I am the servo skull that will guide your biological buns into safety. Please save your questions to a minimum and stay in a line following me. The less stragglers, the better."

Juneline was so willing to enjoy her freedom, as everyone was moving relatively safely towards their holding stations. The Palatine began to move as well when she looked back at her sister, now coughing slightly. She thought nothing of it and moved forward, when it grew louder. A few others were staying behind as this sister was acting…strange. Soon she barfed up…something. An organ most likely, but no way to determine which. Juneline rushed to her aid as the Salamanders and Skitarii examined from a distance.

"Are you well, Nataley?"

"Cough cough Yeah…well enough to stand."

The toxic air was certainly a factor. The space marines and the Adeptus Mechanicus have their own bodily enhancements to combat this fact, and the Death Korps and Sisters have their own gas masks. But she was briefly exposed to its contents, but exposed for long enough. And so seeing Nataley suffering from the pollutant was distressing to bear witness. But rather than be happy for Nataley as she rises up, she is shocked to see her skin beginning to fall off. As if it was dissolving. Nataley wasn't going to survive this crusade, that much they knew. Yet with all the strength in her bones, she rose up and shambled out for the door, flamer in hand to continue the purge. Meanwhile, the bone being now revealed by the damage inflicted was…mutating. The Tyrranid spores mixed in with the filth that was considered an atmosphere, resulting in a toxin that was near fatal for men to survive in. Juneline wasn't the only witness to this horror, as a Salamander raised his bolter to save this soul.

"This unit is damaged beyond repair. Continued exposure is a threat."

"There…is a humane end."

The Salamander aims his bolter at the Sister's head. Nataley was adamant to fight on, but the blessed warrior felt his time to make an important decision was now. Juneline was shocked to see this, and had to react.

"No…I can still-Haaaa…fight."

"You've served your Emperor proudly, sister."

Juneline was not having this disrespect to her sister, and aimed her flamer next to the marine's helm. Her life, her own rank, her standing. None of them mattered. This man threatened her sister. Not while the breath of the Emperor filled her lungs and lit her heart ablaze.

"And will continue to serve his glory till her last breath."

"Please. Put. The flamer. Down."

As expected from the Son of Vulkan, he was unfazed by this act of heresy, more enraged than surprised. In his mind, the right thing to do is end this woman's suffering. Any suffering soul who wasn't a fellow Salamander was seen as weak and unable to do anything to great effect. But Palatine Juneline knew what her sisters were capable of. If she says she will fight, nothing will stop her. She would see to that. And so did the techpriest. All the tension being built up was inefficient. And so, he would remove the main asset. The Mechanicus servant sighed as he used his authority codes to open the door, allowing the sister to die the way she wished.

"Seal the door on the way out, Sister."

Nataley smiled at the cyborg, and charged out with her bolter, and the first thing her fire pit into was the debris from the upper layers, ensuring the Xenos wouldn't be entering anytime soon. The last thing Juneline saw from her sister was the thumbs up with her second hand. A sign of hope even in this dark moment. The Palatine wouldn't forget this event, for how much it meant for not only their survival but also their devotion. .

"The holding bay is most likely over inventory space. This way to the navigator. It is the closest alternative."

Navigator? This was a planet, not a ship. What could possibly be navigated in this alien contraption. Whatever it was, it was promised to thwart the Tyrranids. And as of now, she wasn't in a choosy mood. Merely walking through the hallways was quite an experience, seeing servitors patching up certain pipes bursting due to overheating.

"Sister."

The Salamander wished to talk. Juneline almost punched him for his insolence, but withdrew her wrath. There are Soroitas who see the Marines as mutants given the honor to die for the Emperor. Juneline felt different, and so treated him different.

"There are many times I see myself as the light in an all consuming darkness…so I rarely find myself being the one in the wrong. Yet in hindsight-"

"Speak not of regret. Your actions speak volumes of your character."

The Marine was silent, seemingly to avoid future conflict. Juneline felt…regret? Certainly not Shame, as it was deserved. Perhaps a correction was in order.

"It speaks of you caring for your fellow soldier, valuing their well being above your own. But fragile, sisters are not. If she speaks of her death being glorious, the forces of chaos themselves cannot stop her."

"Heh. Looks like I'm not the only one with a sense of empathy here. You…and your allies scare me. Such selfless ambition from…citizens. You give me hope for humanity."

"It's…we sisters can't simply waste away into the night. Martyrdom has always been something venerated. To accept a merciful end is only something to expect on a bed, watching over a setting sun. In battle…exceptions such as tactical retreats are the only alternative. Pertinent machines are filled with those that fail."

"Was that the girl whom you were with earlier? I could hardly notice. The craft seems…amateurish."

"Perhaps the craftsmanship of Nocturne is much needed in Sororitas chapters. I'm Juneline Garza. I'll forward a request for increased trade."

"Kulop Hula. Yes, I would appreciate that. Ever since the heresy, loyalty has been…forget it. I'll ramble"

The heresy. Horus. She needed to hear no more. The Salamanders were one of the many legions that remained loyal to the Emperor. And for their devotion, the traitor legions punished them. The Primarch Vulkan was murdered by the holy son Horus himself. Walking down the land of metal, Juneline was a little fearful of how to respond to such new experiences. And so she stayed by the Salamander's side.

"Brace your organic minds for the miracle's light that your pathetic corneas will absorb."

"We have no time for your snide propaganda, Techpriest."

Without any response, the doors to the hidden wall opened. The structure looked…familiar. Like it was taking inspiration from the work of Tzeentch and other daemonic works. A massive web of ingenious artifice was in play, with systems and conduits beyond the Soroitas' capacity to articulate. Activations of the array initiates a sequence of intricate rituals, where Tech-Priests intone archaic canticles and manipulate arrays of data streams with reverent precision. Amount them was…a rather stylized Engineer with unique choose in augmentations, minimum amounts of wires piercing his body, though still present. With each incantation, the array hums with growing intensity, its arcane mechanisms whirring into motion as it taps into the very magma in the planet itself to fuel the contraption.

"What…is this gizmo?

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"After careful examination, we have discovered a way to avoid the cataclysmic end that so many worlds have overgone. And given our current situation, it was deemed proper to test it."

"But…this is Xenos tech. Why are you using the instruments of the enemy?"

"An understandable misconception. In truth, the xenos had borrowed tech from our ancestors. We are simply restoring it to its former glory."

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"How? How would you know?"

"Simple. The Omnissiah has revealed its location in the warp, and how to access it."

"That can't be! What if it was a daemon who sent this vision? How would you know to listen to this impulse, rather than any other?"

Natagoro gently extracted the faceplate of one of the compartments that covered a great number of wires. Juneline and Kulop were equally surprised along their brothers and sisters. It was indeed as he said. And yet, more questions popped up.

"Behold! Proof of the Omnissiah's prophecy! The symbol of Vulpaxis, one of the many sub factions that once ruled in the Adeptus Mechanicum! The machine even bears the name of the Fabricator-General that served during this time. Grand Zardi Magellen. Self centered cog, functionally speaking. But I can recognize the appeal."

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Juneline was rather confused as to what was going on. So much information was delivered, and yet she was unable to consider how many strange words she could hear from a Mechanicus.

"You mean…the Mechanicus?"

"Negative This was before the great schism of Mars! When the Emperor walked among the first of the enlightened and announced his sanction for the truth in his empire."

"Then…this is truly what has been lost in the Horus Heresy."

The Salamander was clenching his fists, ready to destroy this contraption. The many servitors were putting in the finishing touches as Juneline's flamer finger was getting itchy.

"It was. Now it's corrupted. It must be destroyed."

"Illogical. The STCs contain the blueprints to this paragon of science. Extermination is unnecessary. The altered components have been removed. Now….

"Speaking of extermination, you think this is what summoned the bugs? Like, this device could've been…discovered before us?"

A question raised by one of the more curious salamanders. This contraption would seem to be quite a powerful item for the bugs to assimilate.

"An unforeseen consequence, and ultimately insignificant. If they grab a hold of our device, it will simply be seen as a higher priority to invest into the project more, to establish control."

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"Do we at least have a functioning Gellar shield? Something to prevent the forces of chaos from jumping on the massive target?"

"So what if the daemons invade while we run? The Tyranids would take their attention, and then they would battle. Annihilation for both."

Juneline heard enough. She had already lost so many people to the warp's tenacious hunger before, she won't risk it again. A battle cry leaves her lungs as the melt devours the exposed wires from Natagoro's sign of confirmation. The cyborgs attempted to resist, only to be fully thwarted as they were outmatched and outnumbered.

"What are you doing?! You're going to ruin EVERYTHING!"

"I'm going to ensure the Xenos cannot influence our reality more than it already has."

"As expected from those bound in the doctrine of flesh! We have recovered a relic thought to be lost to time! One that can literally move worlds! Do you hear me?!"

A moment of hesitation felt by Juneline. There was logic to the cyborg's statements. She knew the destructive repercussions of an Exterminatus, and how the number of worlds under the will of the Emperor will not grow with how many threats there are. She's seen firsthand the dangers of the Tyranids conquering a world. She knows the forgeworlds are vital to the Imperial of Man's success. Yet she also knew of the warp's many dangers. How a ship was lost to it, even with a proper Gellar field. She needs to think carefully about her actions. And she already did.

"This is not yet ready for the Empire to use. And given the Tyranid force wreaking havoc on this world, it needs to be erased."

"YOU FOOL! THE DATA IS NOT TRANSMITTED! THIS MASTERPIECE WILL REMAIN ETERNALLY LOST!"

"Fleet Doramin, this is lieutenant Kulop. I am transmitting an STC matching the description of what we just heard."

"Roger, Brother Kulop. Schematics were discovered that match the machine's description. Now we know where to look for more. Well done…into the fire."

"Unto the anvil."

This final transmission was the last sign of a plan Juneline heard. The sounds of the planet attempting a warp jump but failing told her they weren't coming out of here alive. In fact, she and her allies felt…disturbed as if their very bodies were being torn apart. She stared at her audience and smiled. In her eyes, a disaster of galactic proportions was prevented. Final goodbyes were spoken, as the world tore apart.

'How…fortunate."

"May the Emperor bless us in the Immaterium."

"Amen, sister."

"Praise be to the Omnissiah."

And from that moment, that singular moment of silence, before they ascended into the Immaterium, before everything from her life flashed before Juneline's eye…there was peace among them. In that moment, they weren't mutilated freaks, or mutated men, or suicidal fanatics. They were just…people. And what could be a better way to die then with the knowledge that you wouldn't be alone?