- Chapter 3 -
"Protector", the Inquisitor called, the static blocking half the words through the Immaterium, "we are now entering orbit... ... Thygius IV ... Orks spotted in ... ... Prime... Landing stormtroo... ... Flame... hours. Emperor protects... ..."
"Inquisitor... Sororitas... within... week... sector... ... protects..."
And so with a shrug greenskins watched as the sky was pierced by black landers, the letter I emblazoned in golden paint reflecting the light of the setting suns. "Fools", barked the watch, "what d'they expect? Glory? We tink not".
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