their fists against their chests in response； the sound echoing through the docking bay。
Turning back towards the chosen thirty； Marduk dropped to one knee and drew forth his serrated
khantanka knife。 Thirty other blades were drawn instantly。 Each warrior of the Host carried a sacred
blade； and it was with his own khantanka knife that each warrior brother had been blooded when
first inducted into the Legion。 Each khantanka blade was individual； fashioned by the warrior it
belonged to； and it was said that the true essence of the warrior could be read in its design。
Marduk’s blade was curved and serrated； while Kol Badar’s was broad and heavy； bereft of
ornamentation。 Burias’s blade was masterfully fashioned and elegantly curved； and its hilt was
fashioned in the shape of a snarling serpent。
“Gods of the ether； we offer up our blood as sacrifice to your glory；” growled Marduk； cutting a
deep vertical slash down his right cheek。 The gathered warriors echoed his words； mirroring the
First Acolyte’s action。 Blood ran from the wounds； running down the faces of the warriors before
the powerful anti…coagulants in their bloodstreams sealed the wounds。
A pair of murderous kathartes flickered into being high above； the skinless daemons circling
down over the congregation； borne upon bleeding； leathery wings； and settled upon the Idolater to
witness the ritual。
With his sacred blood dripping from his jaw and onto his armour； Marduk carved a horizontal
line across his cheek； bisecting the other cut to form a cross。
“Garner us with strength； and let your dark light flow through our earthly bodies；” intoned
Marduk as he made the incision。 Again； his words and actions were replicated by the chosen thirty；
and more of the kathartes flickered into being； breaching the skin between the real and the warp。
“We give of ourselves unto you； oh great gods of damnation； and open ourselves as vessels to
your immortal will；” said Marduk； making a third cut that bisected the other two diagonally。
“With the letting of this blood； we renew our pledge of faith to the Legion； to Lorgar； and to the
glory of Chaos everlasting；” said Marduk； completing the ritual and making the final cut upon his
face； forming the eight…pointed star of Chaos upon his cheek。
A flock of thirty…two kathartes had gathered atop the Idolater； silent witnesses to the conclusion
of the ritual。 They kicked off from their roost； and circled low over the heads of the Host； blood
dripping from their skinless muscles； and their hideous faces contorted as they screamed。 Then they
scattered； filling the air with their raucous cries； and one by one they flickered and disappeared；
rejoining the blessed immaterium。
Again Marduk raised his arms up high； and his vox…assisted voice boomed out across the
docking bay。
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“The portents bode well； my brothers； and the true gods have blessed this venture； let us go
forth； and kill in the name of Lorgar。”
“For Lorgar；” echoed the Host； their voices raised； and Marduk smiled。
“Let’s get this done；” snapped Kol Badar； and the thirty warriors boarded the Idolater。 Darioq
was brought forth from a side…door； having been rightly excluded from bearing witness to the
khantanka blooding ritual； and was marched towards the waiting transport ship。 Marduk had
allowed him to reconstruct his servo…harness armatures； though he had ensured that the weapons
systems of the unit had been stripped； and had personally branded an eight…pointed star upon his
hooded forehead。
The First Acolyte was the last to enter the transport ship； and the engines roared as the boarding
ramp slammed shut behind him。
“Gods of the ether； guide us；” he whispered to himself。
The three Firestorm…class frigates of Battle Group Orion sent their sweeps out in front of them；
searching in vain for the suspected Astartes vessel。 Every scan came back negative； and attempts to
locate the ship through astrotelepathic means proved equally fruitless。 It was as if the ship had never
existed。
“It could be a ghost…image from a jump a thousand years ago；” remarked the captain of the
Dauntless； the lead ship of the patrol。 “There is nothing out here。”
With reports of the escalating engagement with the tyranid hive…ships coming in and eager not to
miss out on the hunting； the captain ordered the frigates to come around and rejoin the rest of the
battle group。
Unseen and invisible in the radiation field of the red giant； an Imperial…class transport vessel
blasted from the hangar decks of the Infidus Diabolus and began to make its way across the gulf of
space； heading towards the Imperial blockade and the moon of Perdus Skylla beyond。
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CHAPTER FOUR
Marduk felt his anger rising as he stared out at the Imperial armada。 He could see dozens of ships；
ranging in size from immense battleships bristling with weapons to small civilian transports。 The
warships were long； inelegant vessels with thick armoured prows； like the ironclad ships that he had
once seen ploughing the oceans of the Imperial world of Katemendor； before that world had been
put to the sword。 Cathedral spires rose behind the giants’ command stations； immense structures that
housed thousands。 Marduk clenched his fists in hatred as he looked upon the giant twin…headed
eagle effigies at the tops of the spires； and snarled a benediction to the gods of Chaos。
They glided by the vast and silent Imperial ships； and Marduk stared at the immense cannon
batteries； torpedo tubes and lance arrays。 If the enemy suspected them； they would blast them to
pieces in an instant； and nothing could be done to stop them。 The shields of the transport vessel were
enough to protect it from showers of small meteors and other space…born debris； but a single
broadside from even the smaller battle cruisers would easily overpower them； and the ship would be
ripped apart。
“This is insanity；” said Kol Badar。
“Have faith； Coryphaus；” said Marduk mildly； masking his own unease。
At the dawning of the Great Crusade； before the Warmaster Horus had led his divine crusade
against the Emperor of Mankind； the Legion had been outfitted with hundreds of Stormbird
gunships； impressively armed and armoured transport ships that doubled as attack craft。 Borne
within the Stormbirds； the Word Bearers had sallied forth from the docking bays of their strike
cruisers； bringing the word of the Emperor to the outlying planets on the fringe of the empire。 As the
crusade ground on； many of the Stormbirds were replaced with the newer Thunderhawk gunships；
which were less heavily armed and had a smaller transport capacity； but had the benefit of being
quicker and cheaper for the forge…worlds to manufacture。
With the advent of the crusade against the Emperor； the Adeptus Mechanicus forge…worlds that
had thrown their weight behind the warmaster produced more of the Thunderhawks for his Legions；
and the Stormbirds were all but fazed out within the XVII Legion。 However； with the shocking
defeat of Horus； and the subsequent retreat to the Eye of Terror； the majority of the forge…worlds
that supplied the Legions of Horus were virus bombed； and thus the Word Bearers Legion had no
way of replacing its lost attack craft。
Few original Stormbirds remained in service within the 34th Company Host。 Those that
remained had had their hulls patched and repaired a hundred times。 Many of the original
Thunderhawks were still serviceable； though they had been altered and modified over the millennia
to fit the needs of the Host and as a response to limited manufactory facilities。
The flotilla had also been increased with vessels stolen from enemies。 One Thunderhawk
gunship； a new model fresh from the forge…worlds of Mars； had been claimed from the loyalist
White Consuls Chapter； out on the fringe of the Cadian Gate； and an ancient； near fatally damaged
Stormbird that had been claimed from the cursed Alpha Legion in a raid upon one of their cult
worlds was currently being refitted for use。
As well as these original Astartes…pattern attack craft； there were dozens of recommissioned
civilian transports； assault boats； refitted cargo ships and auxiliary vessels that had been captured by
the Host； rearmed and armoured for use as makeshift assault craft。 These had all been modified and
refitted by the chirumeks of the Host； and some of them barely resembled their original model。
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Marduk and his hand…picked entourage of Word Bearers were aboard one of these salvaged and
refitted vessels as they made their way towards the Imperial moon of Perdus Skylla。
It was an ugly brute of a ship； a squat； stub…nosed vessel that the Host had crippled and boarded
centuries earlier。 Dubbed Idolater by its new owners； it had been part of a small convoy used by
smugglers running the blockades of Imperial space； rogue traders that had been circumventing
Administratum taxes on the outskirts of the Maelstrom。 The Infidus Diabolus had scattered the
convoy； emerging from the darkness behind a shattered planet and ripping two of the ships apart
with full broadsides。 The Idolater had been crippled with lance strikes； and a single dreadclaw had
been launched from the Infidus Diabolus。 The boarding pod latched onto the hull of the Idola