[rumbling]
[engine sounds]
[suspenseful music]
[metallic screeching]
[suspenseful music continues]
[abrupt silence]
[ominous music]
[suspenseful choral music]
[distant gunfire]
Defence turret ammunition expended, mistress.
The doors will hold for...
They will hold for a while.
Begin the rituals of destruction.
What of Techmarine Hadrael?
His last signal was that he had a means of getting us free from the dock.
-[ominous music] -[distant gunfire and banging continues]
Should Lord Hadrael fail,
I will not see the Sword become a nest for xenos.
[Master of Ordnance] Aye, Ship Mistress.
[electronic beeping]
[suspenseful choral music]
Angel carry you swift, Hadrael.
[ominous music]
[thud]
[gunfire]
[man screams]
[distant battle cries]
-[alien screeches] -[splattering]
[distant explosion]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music fades out]
[ominous music]
They are coming.
[clattering]
The false angels rise through the tower.
This means nothing.
They cannot hope to pass through the tower and live.
[Primus] The tech-witch found a way into the sky-hoists
that lead to the sanctuary, and has brought them to it.
You have failed, sibling.
And now your pride would allow the unclean into the sanctuary of our father.
I shall send the true angels to face the false.
They shall do what you could not.
[sighs] I am coming.
They shall fall to our claws
even if it is at the doors of the sanctuary.
[broodmind sounds echo]
[broodmind sounds continue]
[organ pumping]
Do what you like, it matters not!
He is waking...
Father! I hear you!
[soft organ music]
[metallic whirring]
-[loud thud] -[music stops abruptly]
Do you fear me a phantom, Sergeant?
No, my Captain.
[sighs] I am pleased to find you alive
and with a sword in your hand.
As am I, Ancaeus. As am I.
You have done all that duty calls for and more.
[Orpheo] As I knew you would.
[ominous music]
Tiro, does your arm yet grow weary of carrying that thing?
Never, my Captain.
[dramatic music]
Well met, brother.
My Captain.
It is good to see you standing with us once more, brother.
Sangrael, what do you make of our fate this day?
The enemy is many and we few.
We shall be tested, but shall be found the equal of our trial.
This is our hour.
We are the Angels of Baal.
We are the Emperor's wrath.
And we bring death!
[keening call]
They come!
[snarling]
[rapid gunfire]
[chainsword buzzing]
[suspenseful choral music]
[screeching]
[chainsword buzzes]
My thanks, Tiro.
[ominous electronic music]
[hybrid gasping]
[gasping]
Log data observation.
Aggression and survival instinct still in place,
in spite of its kin abandoning it.
[gasping faintly]
Thesis.
Something has catalysed heightened aggression
and overridden the normal biological shut-down processes.
[electronic music continues]
Omni Fifty-Five Fifty-Five.
Oversee promethium refuelling and loading of the ammunition.
Compliance.
The soul of the Machine God surrounds thee.
[ringing]
Meridian One-Seventeen,
stabilise fluid pressure in the vanguard infusion stents.
Compliance.
The power of the Machine God invests thee.
[ringing]
[electric buzzing]
Ferrum Eighty-Six,
test all coaxial terminus cables
in preparation for biological relay.
Ferrum Eighty-Six, acknowledge command.
[keyboard clacking]
[Servitor] Ferrum Eighty-Six logged as destroyed.
[Hadrael] Yes, yes.
Dirge Three-Three, execute previous order.
Compliance.
The hate of the Machine God drives thee.
[ringing]
Zeta Six!
Lower the sarcophagus.
Compliance.
[metallic clanking]
[suspenseful choral music]
The Machine God endows thee with life!
Request confirmation of final machine spirit ignition evocation.
Compliance.
[bell rings]
Our father, he wakens.
He has sensed the approach of our exodus.
He feels the blades of the unclean on his children.
He hears...
He wakes...
He wakes!
[rapid gunfire]
[yowling]
[screeching]
[dramatic music]
These beasts don't know when they are dead.
It is their brood mind.
The Patriarch wakes and they respond to its will.
If we do not slay it, there shall be no stopping them.
[ominous music]
[buzzing]
[metallic screeching, rattling]
[heavy footsteps]
[mechanical whirring]
[blade hums]
[battle cries]
[rapid gunfire]
[slowed muffled gunfire]
A fine kill.
Brother-Captain.
They mean to overwhelm us before we can reach the doors.
We are with you, Captain.
The enemy shall not break us.
[gunfire]
No.
You and Ancaeus take Palidus and Melchior and breach the doors.
The sire of this brood must die.
We will give you what time we can.
-Captain... -Go!
As you order.
[Ancaeus] Sons of Sanguinius! Angels of the Emperor!
We end this now!
Awake, Lord Ignis,
I, Hadrael of Baal, priest of Mars, beseech you...
Awake!
[organ pumping]
[growling softly]
[roars]
[heart beating]
[powering up]
I am the death of foes.
[bell tolls]