Soon the enemy fleet will be in tatters and we can focus on the more important target,” Horus said as he looked at the map of the solar system. Some of the White Scars emerged around Saturn and the Blood Angels had the misfortune of leaving Warp near Pluto, while the Teno remained around the orbit of Mercury and engaged the Mechanicum fleet. There was a large force of Ultramarines near Jupiter. The enemy traversed the Warp, emerging all over the Sol system. This will turn their mighty host into a bunch of scattered elements, which our forces will pick apart easily. They cannot unite in one place, thanks to the fear of our gravitic attacks. “They have now separated their grand fleet. The Warmaster just looked at me, pity in his eyes clear. “What is so funny? They can now attack everywhere in the Sol.” I blurted out. Unbelievers used the gift of gods for their own gain. The Warmaster only smiled at this unholy act. They reacted with an act of blasphemy and used the Mandeville points given to us by the gods to disperse through the Sol system. It was an effective method of devastating the Emperor’s fleet.
The destructive rite proved effective against the Space Marine Legions arrayed against us, but the Devils themselves proved too nimble to be caught in the gravity well. The enemy fleet first met resistance offered by the Thousand Sons, whose hatred for the Devils of the Void knew little bound as they let many of their brothers astray. I was sure they would not find us wanting.
CEPHALON FRAGMENTS MARS TRIAL
The prophesied enemies had arrived to destroy our Great work, and the trial had begun. She refused to dwell on the fact that for each active coffin locked inside its cradle, another nine sockets remained empty. The process took several hours to complete, ending with the dark metal pods all staring inwardly towards the Golden Throne itself. She stood in the heart of the Emperor's throne room and watched every one of the nine hundred and ninety-nine other coffins raised into place along the arching walls. A nod was enough to set the hundreds of servitors working, led by the scattering of Sisters and their Martian allies. She broke her gaze away from the entombed man for the last time and descended the ladder. A cluster of her own Sisters and various tech-adepts had gathered together, watching her with unwelcome intensity. 'Sister?' called one of the red priests from below. Kaeria stared in at the man, watching the way weariness slurred his words, ruining any hope she had of reading his lips. Whatever he tried to say was lost in the soundproof womb of the sarcophagus.
He met Kaeria's gaze through the transparent panel. This young man who had been taken from his home world and told he would be trained as an astropath, woke bleary-eyed and drugged inside his own coffin. The man within stirred with the cessation of his slumber-narcotics. The suspensors powered down with a lurch – the coffin swayed slowly, moored to its cradle by the sealed cables and wrapped chains.
CEPHALON FRAGMENTS MARS CODE
Kaeria entered a thirty-digit code into the keypad, setting the sarcophagus to draw power from the machinery in its cradle. Primed, read the High Gothic rune on the external display.
Nutrient cables and catheters hung like jungle vines nearby she fixed these in place one by one, locking them tight.Ī chime sounded as she linked the last one to the coffin. These she wrapped around prepared hooks of polished steel, shackling the coffin in place. Kaeria pushed the floating pod into its waiting recess, feeling the seals at the back of the sarcophagus lock tight and bind it into its cradle. The socket set into the wall was a two-metre indented cradle of circuitry and dark metal. The Emperor on His distant throne paid her no heed at all. She ascended the metal gantry stairs that awaited her, feeling the stares of every living being in the cavernous hall, with only one exception. The suspensors rendered the coffin near weightless, and Kaeria lifted it onto her shoulder despite the awkward heft of its bulky shape.
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