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Cayhman laid down his quill and leant away from the manuscript. It was
\nfinally complete. The light in his study flickered as the candle melted
\naway to nothingness. He took yet another from the drawer and lit it
\nfrom the spluttering flame. The virgin wick cast it’s fresh light into
\nthe room, highlighting the scene that had been Cayhman’s entire world
\nfor the many months he had slaved at his task. The desk was piled deep
\nwith text covered leaves, the floor with crumpled errata. He collected
\nan item from the ancient chest against the far wall and turned to
\nreturn to his station, light irradiating his sunken features. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n<\/div>\n

His muscles screamed in anguish, forced into
\nestranged action after so long immobile. Cayhman ignored their grasping
\npleas, gathered the manuscript and hurried from the room to deliver it
\nto his patron.<\/p>\n

The castle was silent as Cayhman hurried down the corridor, manuscript
\nembraced in his arms. He had no idea of the time of day, only that he
\nmust press on. As he swept off the bottom of the tower’s spiral
\nstaircase his robes caught under his feet and he tumbled to the ground,
\nspilling his cargo across the corridor. Cursing heavily under his
\nbreath he quickly gathered and resorted the papers, the final leaf
\nplaced on top read simply Veritatis Novus Liber<\/em>.<\/p>\n

With increasing haste he burst into the dungeons and ran to the
\nlooming altar. Placing the manuscript carefully in the centre of the
\nmarked triangle he lit the three black candles at the points and
\nstepped back to the dais opposite. For silent moments he stood there,
\nhead bowed arms folded inside his robes. He mouthed incomprehensible
\nwords, head nodding softly in agreement with the words he spoke in his
\nown mind. Then the prayer was complete. With lightning speed his arms
\nflew wide from within his robe, a slender sacrificial dagger clutched
\nin his right hand. Without opening his eyes he thrust the dagger deep
\ninto his chest, piercing his heart with cruel accuracy. His carcass
\nslumped to the ground, leaving the chamber standing empty. <\/p>\n

As Cayhman’s blood seeped onto the floor a gentle wind
\nbreezed through the sealed dungeon. The torches burning on the wall
\nflickered and the breeze increased to a swirling squall centred around
\nthe altar. The candles extinguished, spiralling black smoke into the
\ngale above. The sides of the triangle glowed a deep red before flashing
\nbrightly into blinding white that filled the room completely. Then it
\nwas over, the torches burning gently as before, the wind and unnatural
\nlight evanesced. The manuscript no longer resided in the chamber. <\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Lieutenant Glaussman glanced
\nhis head quickly around the wall surveying the battle ground. They were
\npositioned on the east side of one of the many ruined squares in
\nKatrika, one of the major cities on Hamaan VIII. His trained eyes
\nscanned the ruins of the destroyed commerce building opposite, his
\nmouth moving silently as he counted his enemies. <\/p>\n

"12 right, 19 left," he informed his platoon Sergeants. "2
\nand 3 right, 1 with me." The Sergeants fired off quick salutes then
\nreturned to bark orders to their squads. Glaussman looked to his
\ncommand squad, waiting patiently in the shadow of Commissar Krieve, a
\ndomineering form clad in black leather and black mood. "Look alive men,
\npick your targets. On me." The squad formed up behind him, crouched in
\nthe cover of the broken walls and debris. <\/p>\n

Glaussman watched as the three infantry squads took up
\npositions in cover to his left, squad 1 to his right. He flicked the
\nswitch on his chainsword feeling the familiar jerk as it ripped into
\nlife, and stood proud above his poised troops. "For the Emperor!" he
\nbellowed, leading the charge around the corner into the instant hail of
\nlasgun fire. <\/p>\n

Two of his command squad fell as they broke cover, but his
\nroaring battle cry pulled the others along with him. Squads 2 and 3
\ncharged into the open square and began laying down a barrage of fire
\ninto the enemy facing them. A missile roared past Glaussman’s right ear
\nas squad 1’s heavy weapons crew found a firing position. They were
\nhalfway across the open square as the enemy troops leapt over their
\ndefences and ran out to meet them. Traitor guardsmen, still wearing the
\nfatigues of the Hamaan PDF. The two forces crashed into each other in
\nthe open, Glaussman driving his chainsword into the neck of the traitor
\nin front of him whilst thrusting the muzzle of his bolt pistol into
\nanother and squeezing the trigger. Both forms slumped to the floor to
\nbe replaced by others. To his left he saw 2 and 3 squads meeting
\nsimilar resistance but holding strong under the steady gaze of their
\nSergeants. Krieve was as a calm sea, thrusting his power sword into
\nenemy after enemy with no emotion. Glaussman couldn’t help feeling
\nKrieve was watching his men as closely as he was the enemy. <\/p>\n

After several moments of melee the traitors broke and ran
\nfor cover, only to be cut down by the combined loyalist heavy weapons.
\nGlaussman ordered his men to tend to the wounded and make cover in the
\nruins of the commerce building. He put his foot against the chest of
\nthe traitor at his feet and flicked the reverse on his chainsword,
\nallowing it to slide smoothly from the corpse’s sternum. As he did so
\nhe noticed a small black book fall from inside the dead man’s tunic. He
\nstooped to retrieve it, feeling the indomitable presence of Commissar
\nKrieve at his shoulder. <\/p>\n

"Found something of interest, Lieutenant?" Krieve queried.
\n"I’m not sure," Glaussman replied, but he was sure. This was the item
\nthat had been alluded to in his brief, he was certain of it. Such a
\nsmall book. Glaussman suddenly realise he was being spoken to. His
\nSergeants were bringing in casualty reports, they were mercifully
\nlight. "Get your men on their feet, we are leaving. Our mission is
\ncomplete." <\/p>\n

They scrambled up the side of the collapsed tribune hall to
\ntheir LZ. Since leaving the square several hours previously Glaussman
\nhad felt unsettled. His tunic felt heavy, he limbs lethargic. This
\ncampaign had not been an especially arduous one, he should have felt
\nrefreshed from the two weeks R&R. Something wasn’t right. With an
\nalmost audible click he had a moment of clarity. It was the book, it
\nwas speaking to him in white noise inside his head. The weight he felt
\nwas this almost insignificant leather bound book. Perhaps if he opened
\nit he could understand. The drop ship blasted through the clouds in a
\ndeafening roar of retros and broke his trail of thought. He returned to
\norder his Sergeants to get the men on board. <\/p>\n

Inside the drop ship he could feel the weight starting to
\npress on him again. He struggled against his safety restraints and
\nremoved the book from his tunic. It felt warm in his hand, comfortable,
\nfamiliar. Almost without will his left hand moved to open the cover,
\nthe white noise in his head buzzing to a crescendo. <\/p>\n

"I’ll take that, thank you Lieutenant." Glaussman’s hand
\nsnapped away from the book as his head rose to meet the voice. Standing
\neight feet tall above him was a figure that made even Krieve look
\ndiminutive. Bedecked in massive, pitch black terminator armour loomed
\nInquisitor Devault. <\/p>\n

He leaned down and removed the book from Glaussman. He
\nsensed the book as it was brought on board the drop ship. It was
\nfortunate he was here, no doubt the Lieutenant would have succumbed to
\nit’s lure like so many before him. "Your mission is complete
\nLieutenant, your men have done well." Humouring guardsmen was not in
\nDevault’s nature, but the man had proved his faith in resisting the
\ntemptation. He turned on his immense heel and returned to the forward
\ncabin, leaving Glaussman in shock and with an inexplicable sense of
\nloss. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Devault knelt patiently in
\nfront of the psychic-projector waiting for the connection to be
\nestablished. A translucent form of another equally massive Inquisitor
\nappeared in front of him.
"Arise, Devault. What do you have to report?"\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The
\nfloor of the cabin shook as Devault raised his bulky armour to a
\nstanding position. "It is as we feared Master Taylek. The uprising on
\nHamaan VIII is fuelled by the accursed book." <\/p>\n

"That makes three planets in the system," Taylek’s shadowy
\nform replied. "Very well, lock it down, purge the traitors and destroy
\nall copies of that damned text. I will instruct the navy to blockade
\nthe system. We must ensure no copies are spread beyond Hamaan. For the
\nEmperor." <\/p>\n

Devault returned the figure’s salute before the connection
\nwas lost. Whispering the words of an ancient mantra he pointed a finger
\nto the book sat on his desk before it was engulfed in righteous flame.
\nThe text flared into incandescence and crumbled to nothing moments
\nbefore the cabin’s sprinkler system kicked into action drenching the
\nroom. Devault removed his force sword from its scabbard and began
\nsystematically polishing the blade with a black stone. Too many planets
\nare being tainted by the words of this book. Something had to be done
\nto stem the tide. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Governor Mancek reverently closed Veritatis Novus Liber<\/em>.
\nHe lifted his head from the gold studded cover to look at his people.
\nThe thousand strong congregation had sat and listened in silence for
\nover an hour as he read one of his favourite passages from the text.
\nMany of them had simply nodded in agreement with what they already new.
\nThose in the congregation for the first time sat with tears streaming
\ndown their face and a wave of comprehension washed over them. Thus was
\nit like for everyone, even the Governor when he first read the Book. <\/p>\n

"Go now, my friends, and spread the word to your loved
\nones, your friends, your colleagues." He stood at the lectern at the
\nfront of the huge gathering chamber beneath the Halls of Justice. His
\narms raised in a gesture of love for his people. "Tell them of the
\npeace of spirit and understanding that the good Book will bring them.
\nTell them of how it feels to read the text and know it to be true. Tell
\nthem, and bring them with you next time. Praise be." The crowd
\nresponded and began leaving the chamber. <\/p>\n

Mancek stood and watched them all file out. He watched the
\nexchange of love as friends hugged and made arrangements to meet again.
\nCasting his mind back he remembered the dark times, before the book had
\narrived. The people were despondent, lost of hope. They had been
\nabandoned and held onto sanity with a tenuous grasp. Then that blessed
\nday the Book had arrived in his belonging, by good fortune or higher
\nwill he didn’t know or care. He remembered the first night he sat and
\nread the book. Through tear streaked eyes he had read it cover to cover
\nand he understood. Everything was explained, the reasons for their
\ndespondency, the reason why they had been abandoned. But more, the Book
\nhad offered solutions. It showed the way to happiness, love, belonging.
\nIt defined a path he could take, and he could lead his people upon. <\/p>\n

And so he was leading his people. What had started as a
\nsimple book reading amongst friends had spiralled to a congregation of
\nthousands each week. They came in groups, and each time they returned
\nthey brought more with them. Before long the entire planet would
\nunderstand and feel the love they felt. <\/p>\n

Of course there had been a few who wouldn’t accept what
\nthey read. Mancek honestly couldn’t understand why they felt that way.
\nYes they cried when they first read the Book, but they were tears of
\nanger, of revulsion. They were seemingly driven insane by the text.
\nMancek had no alternative but the poor creatures put out of their
\nmisery. They were spreading ill feeling amongst his people, unsettling
\nthe settled, discomforting the comforted. The Book had explained some
\nwould react like this, but it didn’t make their refusal to be loved any
\neasier to bare. <\/p>\n

The matter should have ended there, but the damned Imperium
\nhad to get involved. Again, with intuition beyond comprehension the
\nBook had predicted their intrusion into paradise and Mancek had
\nprepared his PDF, ready to repulse the invaders. The battle had
\nunfortunately escalated though, and now several cities on the southern
\ncontinent were war zones. But the non-believers would be purged. In the
\npast he would have settled for annihilating them, but filled with the
\nsplendour of the good Book now he wanted more. He wanted to convert
\nthem. Mancek was certain if he could just read to them they would
\nunderstand and see the truth. That was all he wanted. He no longer
\nwanted war, he wanted the peace the Book would bring, the peace it
\npromised. <\/p>\n

The Governor left the Book standing on the lectern, knowing
\nno one would steal it, there was no sense to it. He blew out the black
\ncandles and left the room to inspect his troops. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Glaussman sat in the
\nbriefing idly flicking the handle of his combat knife. "Lieutenant
\nGlaussman, are you paying attention?" Captain Pritus had spotted the
\ndistant look in his eyes. Glaussman snapped upright. "Yes sir, of
\ncourse," he lied. He hadn’t been able to focus since the return from
\nKatrika a week ago. It was like something was pulling at him, drawing
\nhis mind’s eye. He’d spent a few hours meditating, trying to focus upon
\nthe tasks at hand, but in quietening his mind it just made the lure
\nstronger, unclouded by other distractions. <\/p>\n

Pritus pounded across the briefing room, shaking the
\ntemporary structure with each step. The loyalist forces were camped at
\nthe edge of a large forest several kilometres from the city of Katrika.
\nAs reports of enemy numbers were returned to Sector Command more troops
\nhad been arriving on a daily basis. Heavy support was due any day. <\/p>\n

The Captain stood facing his junior officers, hands on hips
\nand a steely look of determination in his eyes. "We have our orders,
\ngentlemen. Mancek, the treacherous governor of this rock is reported to
\nbe delivering sermons to the people of Katrika. We are to assault the
\ncity, crush resistance and capture Mancek for interrogation by the
\nInquisition." Staring into the eyes of his soldiers he assessed their
\nreactions. When satisfied he wheeled to the map of the city and began
\nexplaining the plan of attack. <\/p>\n

Lieutenant Glaussman listened to the plan as Pritus laid it
\nout. It was a good plan, the traitors would not be expecting the
\nassault in strength through the intact buildings on the far side of the
\ncity; their forces would be concentrated in the ruins where the last
\nassault struck. As he listened he could feel his will steady. The
\nnagging feelings in his mind pushed back and buried. This was what he
\nwas trained to do and he felt his thoughts slip into line for the first
\ntime in days. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Master Inquisitor Taylek
\nflicked the switch on his personal log-corder and began speaking as he
\nflicked through the notes on his desk. <\/p>\n

"The taint of the book has infected the Hamaan system, I
\nhave instructed Inquisitor Devault to cleanse the eighth planet and
\nbring me the Governor. Perhaps if we can trace the route by which he
\nacquired the text we can start to locate its origins." <\/p>\n

"In the past six months three such systems have been
\ninfected and systematically cleansed by the Emperor’s loyal forces.
\nThis insidious book speaks to the weak of mind and resolute equally and
\nmust be stopped. I myself have only managed to read several pages
\nbefore I could feel my mental barriers being torn down. It is evidently
\nenraptured with a deep curse to support the sickening words. Perhaps it
\nis the content which is most unsettling of all." <\/p>\n

"The document contains certain allegations, certain
\nstatements about the path of righteousness that encompass the reader
\nwith a false sense of hope. By ripping down all that we have sought to
\nprotect in the Emperor’s name for years it offers way of explanation to
\nthose searching for an easy solution." <\/p>\n

"As I sit here now, reading through the notes I made as a
\nread those single pages I can hear the surreptitious call of the book
\nknocking at the walls of my mind, asking quietly for entry. If it can
\nact upon even my trained mind I fear that we will not be able to rely
\non the stout heart of loyal men to resist." <\/p>\n

"Until now we have only been able to perform a reactionary
\nsolution. I hope that by interrogating this governor we can find a way
\nto become proactive. If we can trace the source and break the curse the
\ntext will simply be another book of lies. Whilst still dangerous, at
\nleast we can fight evil propaganda with hope, virtue, and above all
\nfaith." <\/p>\n

Taylek flicked off his log-corder and gathered the pages in
\nfront of him. Calming his mind he took them to the sacristy adjoining
\nhis office and opened the door. From deep within his mental barriers he
\ncould feel the wave of temptation break over him. The blessed room, to
\nwhich he held the only key, was lined with copies of the Veritatis Novus Liber<\/em>.
\nEach one retrieved form a different system, each one bound in a subtly
\ndifferent manner. Taylek hoped eventually he would be able to read each
\none to make direct comparisons without succumbing. <\/p>\n

But that day was not today. He placed his notes on the
\nshelf inside the door and stepped out, closing the massive ornate door
\nand breathing a sigh of relief as the lure of the book was cut out. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Glaussman advanced his
\ntroops down the silent stairwell. His platoon had just negotiated the
\nprecarious crossing between the deserted habitat buildings’ roofs and
\nwere now moving to rendezvous with Platoon Gamma in the Senate Forum
\nacross the square. <\/p>\n

So far the assault had gone without hindrance. Minimal
\nresistance had been met in the form of sentries on patrol, but these
\nhad been silently dispatched by the scouting parties. Now Glaussman’s
\nmen advanced along with the main body picking their way from building
\nto building. Without support from heavy artillery they intended to use
\nthe cover of the buildings all the way to the Halls of Justice where
\nMancek was reported to be. <\/p>\n

Glaussman’s attendant stumbled down the near vertical
\nstairs and began a hastening descent toward the beckoning window. An
\narm reached around the corner and halted his progress moments before he
\nbegan his fifteen storey plummet to the Emperor. Commissar Krieve
\npulled the terrified mans face to his. "Pay more attention guardsman,"
\nhe snarled. The attendant managed a stuttered acknowledgement as
\nGlaussman strolled past him, patting him on the shoulder with a barely
\ndisguised smirk. <\/p>\n

Furniture and belongings were strewn across each hallway
\nthey descended through. The occupants had been evacuated to the other
\nmajor cities as soon as the fighting began, but the looters had
\nobviously stayed a while longer. "Tighten up men, keep your eyes
\npeeled," Glaussman warned. The last thing they needed was some lousy
\nthief to blow their cover. <\/p>\n

The lieutenant slipped by his men in the lobby and joined
\nSergeant Uchek at the front door. "All clear?" he inquired of the first
\nsquad’s sergeant. Uchek was silently surveying the terrain with a scowl
\non his face. To proceed to the RV they needed to cross the desolate and
\nforbidding square ahead of them. Several burned out vehicles stood as
\nstark reminders of the civilian impacts of their jobs. More
\nimportantly, buildings on either side afforded ample opportunity for an
\nambush.
\n\t\t\t"I don’t like it, sir," Uchek replied carefully. "It just seems.."
\n\t\t\t"Too quiet?" Glaussman cut in with a sardonic grin. Uchek nodded, but humoured his Lt with a distant smile.
\n"C’mon, we have somewhere to be," Glaussman said, opening the door and
\nsliding into the cover of the hab buildings mesh fence. <\/p>\n

In twos the guardsmen slid quickly across the square,
\nGlaussman waiting at the entrance to the hab building eyes repeatedly
\nscanning for sign of movement. Uchek led his squad across to the Halls
\nof Justice unfettered, the second squad was just passing the last of
\nthe wrecked vehicles when the sentry patrol rounded into the square.
\nThen a brief glimpse of hell broke loose. <\/p>\n

"Fire, Fire," bellowed Uchek, his squad the closest to the
\nfifteen man patrol. Catching them unaware several of the sentries were
\ndead before they could return fire. Second and third squad hustled to
\nkeep up with Glaussman and his command squad as he sprinted across the
\nsquare to aid Uchek. <\/p>\n

The hail of lasgun fire enveloped Uchek’s squad as they
\nsought cover amongst the pillars of the Halls of Justice. The sentry
\npatrol was advancing on their position, determined to remove one of the
\nproblems and allowing them to confront one target, the advancing guard
\nin the square. Uchek’s heavy weapons team went down first as they
\nstruggled to rig the missile launcher. Then went the special weapons
\ngunner. Uchek dropped two of the advancing sentries with his pistol
\nbefore the clip emptied. Then the sentries were upon them. Casting
\naside his pistol he kicked up his chainsword and charged the nearest. <\/p>\n

The clash of rifles being used as improvised close combat
\nweapons could be heard across the square, along with the raucous growl
\nof Uchek’s sword. Glaussman flicked his into gear and accelerated to
\naid the outnumbered squad. As he hurtled up the steps of the Halls of
\nJustice he saw the guardsman behind Uchek fall and the sentry raise his
\nrifle at the sergeant’s back. Glaussman screamed in defiance,
\nunleashing a flurry of shots from his bolt pistol. He saw the man fall,
\nbut not before he let fly a shot of laser energy square in Uchek’s
\nback. The sergeant crumpled to the floor just as the command squad
\noverran the remnants of the sentries and eliminated them. <\/p>\n

Glaussman reached down and removed the whirring chainsword
\nfrom Uchek’s dead hand, flicking the switch to silence the teeth. He
\nallowed a moment of prayer for his fallen comrade, then quickly tossed
\nthe chainsword to one of the three surviving members of squad one.
\n"Corporal, your Acting Sergeant. Take two men from my command squad and
\nfollow us to the RV." <\/p>\n

They left the bodies of Uchek, his men, and the sentries
\nlaying on the steps of the Halls of Justice. There was no time now but
\nthey would return later to collect their comrades. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Inside the Halls of Justice
\nPritus and the second platoon had secured the entrance hall and two of
\nthe courts. There was no sign of the governor, but his security forces
\nwere arriving up the stairs at the far end of the long entrance lobby. <\/p>\n

"Lieutenant Glaussman, casualties?" Pritus inquired of the Lieutenant as he approached.
\n"7 dead, 1 walking wounded, sir. Any reports of Mancek?" Glaussman was
\nforced to shout over the explosion of a frag missile in the corridor
\nbehind them. <\/p>\n

"Oh he’s here alright," Pritus said with a cold smile, "I
\ncan smell him. Take your men down the east corridor. We’ve destroyed
\nthe north east stairwell which is why his forces are coming up down
\nthere," he said, gesturing to the entrance lobby where his men crouched
\nembroiled in another brief firefight. "Get around to the far side and
\nflank that staircase, I want to hold the security forces at the base of
\nthat stairwell till we find another way down." <\/p>\n

Glaussman fired of a salute then in a rushed crouch crossed
\nthe end of the lobby corridor to where his men waiting in cover on the
\nfar side. "With me," he ordered, leading his men off down the east
\ncorridor as instructed. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Mancek could hear the
\nfighting above them and knew the Imperial forces had arrived for him.
\nHis men were fighting bravely for their homeland though, and it would
\ntake time before their lines were broken. He stood alone now in the
\nmassive gathering chamber that only hours ago had held another
\ncongregation. Fortunately the faithful had left before the Imperial
\ntroops arrived, bringing their death and destruction with them. <\/p>\n

He gathered up the ornately bound copy of the Book in his
\nhand and strode confidently down the centre of the chamber to the
\nstairs. Now seemed as good a time as any to begin the conversion. <\/p>\n

On the mezzanine floor aside the chamber he met several
\nsquads of his troops. All smiled at his approach, though obviously
\nharried by the situation. He read a brief paragraph from the Book and
\ntouched each man on the shoulder in turn. They visibly steadied, their
\nvery souls touched by the words as he spoke them. <\/p>\n

At the base of the final flight of stairs he could see the
\nbodies of his soldiers, his friends, laying across the landing above.
\nHere was where the fighting was thickest, security forces all around
\nhim firing into the swirling smoke above them. Debris and plaster dust
\nrained down the stairs like a collapsing waterfall. Such a waste that
\nthis glorious building would be dishonoured with death like this. <\/p>\n

Mancek opened the Book at the first page and raising his
\nvoice to a roar he began reading, throwing his words over the exchange
\nof laser fire and into the midst of the forces above. If they could
\nonly hear, he knew, they would understand. He must make them hear. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Glaussman stood at the side of the stairs
\nleading down, in the cover of the flight above. He could see the dead
\nbodies of security forces laying where they had fallen. Further down
\nthe corridor loyalist casualties were being dragged further down the
\nlobby to safety. Behind him Krieve and the rest of his command squad
\nwere breathing down his neck. To his right squads two and three, to his
\nleft on the stairs above the remnants of squad one. <\/p>\n

Then he heard a voice carrying over the noise of
\ndestruction. At first he couldn’t make out the words, they were faint
\nand broken by shell explosions and the occasional grenade. Then a
\nsentence was strung together and he felt it encompass him like a warm
\nglove. His eyes began to glaze and, disembodied, he could see his legs
\nextend and he rose. He took a single step forward before Krieve pulled
\nhim to the floor. "Where the hell do you think you’re going
\nLieutenant?" he bellowed into his ear, breaking the spell. <\/p>\n

The Lieutenant looked around flustered. Obviously he was
\nthe only one who had heard the voice, the others too far away. He
\nlooked at Krieve, a vision of fury behind him and his men at his side.
\n"Grenades," he ordered simply. Gesturing at squad two he ordered them
\nto deliver their frag grenades down the stairwell. They tossed them
\ndown and quickly made cover. The voice had faded now, perhaps he’d
\nimagined it he mused. Then the grenades exploded. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Mancek closed the book as
\nthe roar of gunfire overcame even his commanding voice. Perhaps now was
\nnot the best time. He became even more adamant in this conclusion as
\nseveral grenades bounced down the stairs like some corrupted child’s
\ntoy. <\/p>\n

"Grenade!" he roared, turning to flee pushing his troops
\nwith him. The explosions half collapsed the hallway they were standing
\nin, bringing down light fittings and chunks of the ceiling. The artwork
\non the walls was burning, ruined beyond recognition. Mancek sneered
\nwith fury. These Imperial forces would destroy everything beautiful to
\nsatisfy their own blood lust. <\/p>\n

He rose from the debris and ordered his men to hold as long
\nas possible, then retreat to their loved ones. Then he scurried from
\nthe hallway back to the gathering chamber. Rushing to the lectern at
\nthe front he could hear the security forces dying above. He silently
\nvowed to read the good Book to their loved ones himself, then flicked
\nthe switch on the lectern that opened the secret hatch below. Squeezing
\nthrough the trapdoor, the Book still gripped firmly to his chest he
\nslid from view to the waiting subterranean escape pod below. Within a
\nfew short minutes he would be safe within his mountain chateau. Then he
\ncould reorganise his forces and perhaps find a better forum to read to
\nthe Imperial heretics. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Glaussman and his men broke
\nthrough the defences on the floor below, hurdling the great cracks in
\nthe staircase and floor the engage the enemy. The minimal forces were
\nquickly destroyed. Pritus leapt down the stairs to Glaussman’s side.
\n"Good work, Lieutenant. Now spread out, sweep this building. I want
\nMancek." <\/p>\n

It was fifteen minutes later when one of Platoon Gamma
\nlocated the destroyed remains of an escape tunnel under the lectern.
\nObviously someone had used it then collapsed it behind them. Mancek had
\nescaped. <\/p>\n

In a flurry of swearing Pritus pulled both platoons out to
\nreturn to their base camp. They’d have to wait for more intel to
\nrelocate Mancek. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Two days after the failed
\nforay into Katrika the black Thunderhawk arrived at the base camp. The
\nretros blasting the dirt from the ground, swirling it into dozens of
\nminiature tornadoes, the landing claws sunk into the earth and the
\nimmense, graceful beast came to rest. <\/p>\n

The hatch swung silently open before hitting the ground
\nwith a resounding thud. The vibrations ran through Pritus’ quarters
\nknocking his belongings over on the bunk. He flicked the flap open and
\nstepped out into the glaring sunlight to watch the bird expel its
\ncontents. <\/p>\n

Down the ramp pounded Inquisitor Devault, clad in his
\nfamiliar jet black terminator armour. Pritus realised with a silent
\nreproof at his lack of observation, that Devault had not been seen in
\nthe camp since Glaussman retrieved that item from Katrika over a week
\nago. <\/p>\n

Behind Devault filled twenty men, walking in pairs. They
\nwere clad in blue and black urban camouflage and carrying large packs
\non their backs. Each carried a unique lasgun, modified by its owner to
\nhis personal requirements. Storm Troopers, here to aid the Inquisitor
\nin the capture of Mancek. <\/p>\n

Pritus watched the Storm Troopers fall out and begin
\nsorting their kit ready for their mission. He couldn’t help feeling
\nslightly chastised, the implication being that his men were
\ninsufficient to the task. <\/p>\n

"That is because they are proving to be," Devault spoke as
\nhe approached. "Mancek can not be allowed to pursue his cause any
\nlonger, we move now to remove him. He has been located in his mountain
\nchateau several miles from here. Move your men, Captain, we leave in
\nten minutes." As the massive figure turned and strode away Pritus used
\nevery ounce of self control he could muster to resist thinking what he
\nreally wanted to think. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The setting sun turned the
\nsky a golden amber behind the governor’s chateau, highlighting every
\nintricate tower and edifice that arose from the body of the structure.
\nThe building was situated on a small island surrounded by a lake
\ndesigned for aesthetics rather than defensive capability. The building
\nwas not designed to resist an assault. Never the less there were a
\ngreat many guards in position on the catwalk across the lake, and
\nshadows could be seen passing along the twisting walls. <\/p>\n

Pritus lowered his binoculars. The walls were impressive
\nbut surmountable, certainly with the added assistance of the Inquisitor
\nand his storm troopers. He looked at Devault who was scanning the
\nchateau unaided, his superior marine vision serving its purpose. With a
\nsingle word Devault moved his men forward leading a direct assault
\nacross the catwalk. Pritus radioed the go signal to his troops
\npositioned around the lake, who began making their way as quickly as
\npossible through the waist high water. <\/p>\n

The entire catwalk shuddered with every step Devault took.
\nHe knew his massive frame would intimidate the guards, that was partly
\nit’s purpose. He strode ahead of the storm troopers assigned to him,
\nready to meet whatever the heretics would throw at him. He was several
\nmetres towards the chateau when the alarm was raised. Almost
\ninstantaneously shots rang out striking the water and catwalk around
\nhim. He lifted his storm bolter and returned fire, shredding the men
\nahead of him with relative ease. Leaning out from behind his armour the
\nstorm troopers were taking pot shots, sniping off the men on the wall
\nwith brutal accuracy. <\/p>\n

They were closing the distance to the gates with great speed when the counter attack began.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Pritus
\nwas following the Inquisitor at a respectful distance accompanied by
\nhis command squad. Lieutenant Glaussman and his infantry platoon were
\ncovering the rear, waiting for the gates to be breached before
\nbeginning their advance. It was they who spotted the crowd approaching.\n<\/p>\n

Coming from the local town was a militia rabble, a hundred
\nor so of the townsfolk coming to the aid of their governor. They
\ncarried stub rifles and crude hand weapons, but they were zealous and
\nquickly rushed toward the loyalists. <\/p>\n

Glaussman ordered his men to form firing ranks and return
\nfire. The townsfolk ran into the guns like men possessed and though
\ntaking heavy casualties ploughed into combat with the guardsmen, each
\nmuttering incomprehensibly under their breath. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Mancek heard the first shots
\nbeing fired and looked up from his papers. He had not been expecting
\nthem to arrive quite so soon. He hurriedly rummaged through the papers,
\nretrieving the Book then ran from the room to join his men. <\/p>\n

He reached the entrance hall just as the doors exploded
\ninto a thousand splinters of wood. The doors were not designed to
\nwithstand much more than a strong wind, never mind intensive fire form
\na storm bolter. The security squads in the hall braced themselves for
\nthe onslaught and moved to take firing positions. <\/p>\n

A deafening crash accompanied the remnants of the door
\nbeing kicked from their hinges, a monster of a silhouette replacing
\nthem. The figure roared in defiance and pointed straight at Mancek.
"I come for YOU."\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Mancek resisted the urge to
\nflee, gripping the book tighter in his hands. Even this man could be
\nhelped to see the light, it was his duty to try. He opened the book and
\nbegan reading loudly as his men hopelessly tried to assault the beast. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The militia men were
\nridiculously untrained, but fought with vigour and an almost insane
\nwill. Glaussman kicked one in the mid-rift bringing his bolt pistol
\ndown onto the man’s spine, shattering it instantly. Wheeling to his
\nright he avoided the desperate lunge of a plasteel bar before pivoting
\nto lop its bearer’s head clean off with his chainsword. <\/p>\n

His men were holding, casualties relatively light. With
\nluck they could be done with these madmen and join in the hunt for the
\ngovernor. Glaussman was keen to see the man who wielded that book
\nalmost like a weapon. Mancek had obviously listened to that nagging
\nfeeling and so didn’t feel the loss that was once again brewing inside
\nthe lieutenant. It did not yet distract him from his duty, but it
\ncertainly impelled him toward the chateau. <\/p>\n

He swung his chainsword above his head, narrowly missing his sergeant as it bit clean through one of the younger militia men.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Pritus
\nfollowed the Inquisitor and his men into the chateau. The entrance hall
\nwas already a scene of devastation only moments after they arrived.
\nDevault was ripping through the security forces like they were only
\nwraiths, ethereal figments of Pritus’ imagination. The man moved with
\nsuch awesome speed for the bulk of his armour. <\/p>\n

Reality snapped Pritus’ attention as a security team
\nbypassed the monstrous Devault and headed straight for his command
\nsquad. They engaged quickly in combat, the command squad out numbered
\nbut standing firm against the traitors, before overpowering them and
\ndestroying them all. <\/p>\n

The Captain could hear shots being fired from all around
\nthe chateau now as the other troops under his command arrived having
\ncrossed the water. They would soon be breaking through the side gates
\nto meet up in this massive entrance hall. <\/p>\n

It was then he heard the sound of one mans voice carrying
\nabove the din of the battle. The troops with him heard it too. At first
\nhe didn’t understand, the words incomprehensible speaking of things he
\nknew couldn’t be so. But then it washed over him, like the thunder
\nfollowing the flash. He could feel tears swelling in his eyes as he
\nlistened. He looked around the room and what he saw shook his soul. <\/p>\n

The man he had looked at with awe and respect now appeared
\nas a monster, a massive beast intent on destroying all that was pure
\nand good. Those with him seemed undecided, some obviously listening to
\nthe truth, others appeared to be screaming with rage. They were duly
\nhacked down by their brothers and soon all who stood in that entrance
\nhall understood the glorious truth. All except the monster in their
\nmidst. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

With a victorious cry
\nGlaussman hacked down the final militia member and, after posting squad
\n2 to stay and watch their rear, charged toward the fray in the chateau.\n<\/p>\n

Only there was no fray. As he got closer he could see them
\nall standing in reverent silence. Only one figure moved in their midst,
\nhis gleaming black sword spinning round cleaving through all, loyalist
\nand traitor alike. Had the Inquisitor gone mad? <\/p>\n

Glaussman slowed his men and began approaching with
\ncaution. Then a cry rose from the hall ahead and all men, security
\nforces and guardsmen, charged at the figure in black. This wasn’t
\nright, the lieutenant knew. Something had happened to Pritus. <\/p>\n

He pulled his men up short of the entrance and again formed
\nfiring ranks. It wasn’t until one of the guardsman ran from the
\nentrance hall with the same wild look in his eyes muttering the same
\nincomprehensible words that he knew his suspicions were correct. They
\nhad fallen. <\/p>\n

"FIRE!" he roared at his assembled men. Without question
\nthey squeezed the triggers on their rifles cutting down the lone figure
\nahead and making a swathe in those in the building. Glaussman stood at
\ntheir side, picking his shots carefully with his bolt pistol, hoping
\nthe Inquisitor would have the good sense to at least try and get out of
\nthe way. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Devault wasn’t surprised
\nwhen the first of the loyalist men attacked him. He had felt the change
\nin the room as Mancek had begun to read from the book. He had managed
\nto block it out, indulging himself with a little blood lust to focus
\nhis thoughts. <\/p>\n

However he was surprised when those outside began firing. A
\nstrength of will and faith that perhaps he had not expected from the
\nassembled guardsmen. Their combined fire was making his task easier as
\nhe waded through the dead and living alike. <\/p>\n

Mancek saw him coming as he approached the stairs to where
\nhe stood. Devault could see the look of burning zeal in his eyes and
\nknew the man would never surrender. Cleaving his force sword through
\nthree men at once he stepped in front of the governor. <\/p>\n

"You will come with me, heretic. Now is the time to beg the Emperor for forgiveness, for He knows I will give none."\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Mancek stood staring up at the Inquisitor, his finger paused under the line he was reading, the words half formed in his mouth.
\n\t\t\t
"He may be your emperor, you closed minded fool," Mancek spat, "but to me he is just a broken old cripple. Nothing but a.."\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The
\nsentence hung incomplete in the air as Devault’s force sword swept a
\nlow arc and drove through both his thighs, cleaving his legs from his
\nbody. Mancek howled in pain briefly before passing out. Devault
\nsheathed his sword and roughly collected the governor and his precious
\nbook. <\/p>\n

The Inquisitor turned to see the loyalist guardsmen had
\nmade good work of clearing the room of the living, their comrades, the
\nstorm troopers under his command, and the security forces, all traitors
\nnow of course. He merely nodded to the lieutenant as he stormed past,
\neager to carry his prey to his drop ship, though the instant
\ncauterising effect of the force sword should help slow his victim’s
\ndeath. <\/p>\n

Glaussman watched with unconcealed awe as the Inquisitor
\nstrode away. Then the realisation of what had happened hit him. He had
\njust killed his Captain and many previously loyal guardsmen. All for a
\nfragging book? <\/p>\n

The book. Glaussman suddenly heard it, it filled to room,
\nswirling in the lights, sweeping across the corpses, flitting around
\nthe archways and pillars. He spun around and ordered his men to return
\nto the base camp. As one they turned and headed across the catwalk.
\nGlaussman crouched down by the nearest security trooper’s body and
\nrummaged quickly through the tunic. He found what he was looking for,
\nan innocuous black leather bound book. He slipped it inside his
\nwaistband and rushed to rejoin his men. <\/p>\n

—-\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The drop ship came to
\ncollect the loyalist troops later that night. On the ride to their
\ntransport barge home none of them spoke. Inquisitor Devault had left
\nimmediately with Mancek’s still unconscious form. The mood was even
\nmore sombre now the giant had left, if at all possible. <\/p>\n

Glaussman looked at his battered men. They had fought well
\nunder extreme circumstances, no man should be asked to kill his
\ncomrade, yet they did, like true professionals. Perhaps there is some
\norder left in the Imperium after all. He smiled discreetly to himself
\nand patted the small lump in his waistband comfortingly. He had only
\nread the first page before they had been picked up, but already he knew
\nit would change his life. Something about it felt so right, so
\nsettling, so.. truthful. <\/p>\n

As their transport left the Hamaan system passing through
\nthe Imperial Navy blockade without restriction, Glaussman made a silent
\nvow to himself to ensure his men would too receive the solace of the
\ngood Book. Veritatis Novus Liber<\/em> indeed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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