[wind howling]
[gasps]
[tense music]
[suspenseful choral music]
[low rumbling]
Reports that ninety-six percent of the enemy on the ship have been eliminated.
Keep the purge in operation until it is complete.
-Aye, Ship Mistress. -And find me Lord Hadrael.
If he lives and there is a Thunderhawk operational,
we need it in the air and going down to the city.
You believe that Lord Ancaeus and the others still endure?
Something always endures.
[ominous music]
[heavy footsteps approaching]
[sighs]
Ignis?
[heart beating]
[servos whirring, metal clanking]
[Ignis] The ship.
The Sword... of Baal?
Free in the void.
I... am cold...
[Hadrael] Your sarcophagus is breached.
I did not know...
I would ever feel a chill on my skin again.
I am working, ancient one.
[Hadrael] You shall endure.
[Ignis grunts in pain]
Rest, brother...
Not enough left of me...
to save a second time.
[alert beeping]
Brother...
I would have liked...
to see the skies of Baal...
one last time.
[sombre music]
[sighs]
Oh, Ignis...
[sombre music continues]
Brothers, the enemy are broken.
They...
Oh.
And lo, another Angel falls.
The Captain?
[Tiro] Cut down.
[Sangrael] We must find a way of signalling the Sword of Baal,
if it still endures.
[Sangrael] Signal distortion is still preventing vox signal.
[Castia-Theta-9] There are means of overcoming that limitation.
[atmospheric electronic music]
You are the magos.
You are the one whose signal brought the Captain into this pit of abominations.
Correct, in a limited manner.
I am the means
by which the death of this xenos cult was brought about,
and by which your Captain was saved
and could join you.
I am also the means by which you can communicate
your current status and location to your warship.
How?
Speak.
They will need to know it is you.
[Sangrael] What is this?
A piece of lost truth.
Speak now, this cannot be sustained.
[atmospheric electronic music continues]
[Castia-Theta-9] Speak...
[whirring]
Ship Mistress, we have a message from the tower.
Its broken through the atmospheric distortion.
Another trick.
I don't believe so, mistress.
Listen.
[Voice from speakers] Sword of Baal,
this is Sergeant Kazarion.
We endure.
[cheering]
[dramatic music]
When your gunship arrives,
you will transport me and this artefact to your ship immediately.
No, we do not leave yet.
That is not a wise course of action.
The opening in the Warp storms that currently allows us
to depart this world may close,
requiring that you exercise the utmost haste to...
We will recover our dead.
We shall not leave before we have them.
[dramatic music continues]
And they shall remain with us.
Always.
[ominous music]
So many lost.
Their deeds will be etched in stone within the Hall of Honour.
The corridors of the ship will echo with emptiness on the way back to Baal.
[Kazarion] No Chaplain. No Apothecary.
No...
no Captain.
There is scarcely enough of us left to hold rites for the fallen.
[Tiro] We won, Kazarion.
[suspenseful choral music]
Ancaeus.
Angel's blood, he could fight, couldn't he?
The rest of us can only hope to die so well.
I don't deny the glory of his death, brother.
I lament for the loss of his life.
He would want you to bear that blade in his place, brother.
[Livia on vox] We're ready, my lord. We await your command.
[suspenseful choral music]
-[Livia on radio] Lord Kazarion... -I hear you, Ship Mistress.
We are on our way.
[sombre music]
[loud whirring, beeping]
Omni Fifty-Five Fifty-Five, retest function of the patella axis.
[servitor 1] Compliance.
I am noting adhesive tension in the latter piriformis cabling.
Meridian One-Seven,
loosen and re-seal the latter piriformis cable clusters.
[servitor 2] Compliance.
Dirge Three-Three,
lower the sarcophagus.
Compliance.
[mechanical rattling]
[powering up]
[powering down]
[signal beeping]
[grunts] Perhaps a flawed calculation in the...
[Castia-Theta-9] There were no miscalculations.
Iron endures where flesh fails.
[powering up]
[Dreadnought] In blood we are born,
and in battle we are remade.
Kazarion, this is Hadrael.
It is done.
[Kazarion] The blood of martyrs is the seed of the Imperium.
[tense music]
Our genefather, Sanguinius,
is said to have penned that most ancient of axioms.
Perhaps this is both true and untrue, in the way of all legends.
I cannot say.
But our Chapter possesses fragments of our father's final words,
rendered in ink on parchment.
[ominous music]
[engines rumbling]
Inferno shells loaded into bombardment cannons.
Coordinates integrated.
Firing solution locked.
Burn it.
Burn it to ash.
Open fire!
[explosions]
[suspenseful choral music]
[Kazarion] Even now, our father wrote,
even now amongst the stars,
there are heroes whose tales will never be told.
Angels whose legacy is naught but ash.
Know this, my sons,
the blood of those heroes remains priceless,
though it was spent in silence.
[rumbling]
It is done.
Make ready to return to Baal, Mistress Solken.
Gladly, my lord.
[tense music]
[dramatic music]
[Kazarion] Remember these words.
Remember them, always, as you sail into the dark.
With that truth carved into our hearts now,
we set sail for Baal.
We set sail
for home.
[shrieking]
[eerie whirring]
[electric buzzing]
[ominous music]
To Arch Magos Phados-Aleph-1.
We have located and secured the blackstone labyrinth key.
In spite of the time expended,
I project that our plans will still come to fruition.
The machine knows all.
Praise be the machine.
[atmospheric electronic music]