05 - The Enemy Within. - prologue, chapter 2.

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« The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance. »
Aristotle - 616M-1. HOLY-TERRA









OST - Dead Can Dance "Return of the She-King"


codAbeldAuro-repX2963-A68B-X2748: OPERATOR Cod.69463.345.966z - Transmission open.
codAbeldAuro-repX2963-A68B-X2749: Abeldar's space station "Aurora": DEFCON 1.
codAbeldAuro-repX2963-A68B-X2750: A fleet of Eldar vessels is just jump out from the warp.
codAbeldAuro-repX2963-A68B-X2751: Identified a Void Stalker, six Eclipse Class Cruiser, two Dragonship and dozens of light cruisers and escorts. They bring the heraldry of the Alaitoc craftworld.
codAbeldAuro-repX2963-A68B-X2752: The Void Stalker attacked us with a paralyzing ray, something similar to a nuclear electromagnetic pulse. that had damaged only the technological infrastructure. The tech-priests aren't yet able to repair the critical damage; it's beyond our knowledge.
codAbeldAuro-repX2963-A68B-X2753: The space station and the entire orbital defense system was completely paralyzed.
codAbeldAuro-repX2963-A68B-X2754: At the moment they aren't hostile. However, we require reinforcement. We demand the intervention of the imperial fleet "Vittoria" and the Twelfth Imperial Guard Army.
codAbeldAuro-repX2963-A68B-X2755: Transmission closed.

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When the message appears on the screen of General Alexander Ross, on the imperial flagship battlebarge: "Futura Caelestia", a funereal mantle descends into the command center. All Imperial commanders around him silent, dismayed. The same admiral of the fleet "Vittoria" doesn't seem happy to approach in a space melee the formidable eldar fleet, with all their mysterious and unattainable technologies. Surely, the imperial fleet, albeit minus twenty percent sent to Armageddon, stand above the Eldar fleet of ten to one, but the numerical superiority is not synonymous of victory, and this lesson, against eldar, was thus established by each military in the galaxy, whether it be a common soldier, or the bravest commander.

<< We should warn, Supreme General Alexander Ross, I mean... We should warn the Holy Terra. >>
<< Surely, Brigadier Pavlov. Open immediately a connection with Istanor capital. First We must consult the elders of Istanor VII°>>
<< Immediately Lord General. The planetary defenses of the agricultural world Abeldar are just enough to defense. We will have to intervene at the earliest. >>
<< At the earliest you say? We'll take at least ten days before being on Abeldar with sufficient forces to engage the enemy. Imperial Guard: slow and inexorable. But time plays against us. The bulk of our fleet is here at Fistandante space harbor. I knew it. Damn! The news of the weakening of our army has already been around the galaxy! >>



In the gloomy and dark holographic room, Alexander Ross and his military council projecting their shadows above the circular sphere, a gimmick kept operating by the now lost knowledge of the techpriests of an ancient era, and meticulously operated by their servitors slaves, men reduced to flesh-machines, programmed the sole purpose. Soon, start from the center of the sphere a dense beams of light, bluish. The first begins to form the face of a hooded creature, from whose shadow a red bionic eye appear: the Great blacksmith An-te-hai Tung of Adeptus Mechanicus. Shortly later, another light beam starts to form the face of a tough and gruff monk, his age indecipherable: The Lord Inquisitor Malachia Von Frundsberg, followed by another beam of light, finally, to show the face of the governor king Minos-III°, lord of the star system Istanor VII°.





<< We have received this message, obscure as suspect, by the Regent of Abeldar: Earl Zardok, my vassal. A request, delivered by the voice of your gallant General Aristoteles Daikun, there arrived from the recent attack on Fungus. The Alaitoc, apparently, ask a relic, which to be honest, I did not know that there was hidden. A book, to be precise. A book set in a place called: HopePeak. >>

<< What they ask for, Governor Minos III°, will be unknown to you and to the imperial guard, but it'snt hidden at the Inquisition's eyes that I represent. >>

<< ssshhh... if it were a dark age technological relic, at the Adeptussss... sshh Mechanicus must passssshh the property, gentlemen. >>

<< You should withdraw your cybernetic claws within your neighborhoods, Great Blacksmith. My order, millennia ago, hid in this remote corner of the empire, forgotten by all, that book. Since it's a dangerous book. A book that can lead to ruin our empire. Yet, we can't destroy it. Illuminated words and parables of wisdom are on it written: the author is the ancient philosopher aristotle. But remember: there is no benefit in the knowledge progress, Only an infinite and sublime recapitulation. >>

<< The Alaitoc ask for this book, then: give it to them! And we'll avoid a dangerous war in such delicate situation. >>

<< Yes, General Alexander Ross. Thus, from one end of the galaxy to another, each prowl will know that anyone who wants to take from my domains, can simply reach out and get it. This is madness. My dynasty reigns on this frontier by dozens of generations, we'll give to these thieves a solemn lesson. You! General Alexander Ross, you will impart to them the most solemn Imperial Army lesson. I order you to move immediately on Abeldar. I'll personally inform the High Lords of TERRA. The eldar can't stand in a attrition war, they don't have the numbers. >>

<< I fully agree with you, Governor Minos III°. But there is only one authority that can decide now, and aren't you, Sir, Neither the General of the Twelfth Army: but the Holy Inquisition. Your General Aristoteles Daikun has tell about a clash between the Eldar and the chaos forces on Fungus: the Marines of the Black Legion. Let us ask: why the chaos marines were on Fungus? Hospes as hostis. This, by military action, now becomes an inquisitorial task. The request of the Eldar and the recent events carry in my hands the burden and weight difficult to investigate and stop in time their unclean request, and even worse, what isn't now revealed and clear to all us. Go ahead with your massive and slow fleet on Abeldar, General Ross, however... However, I'll immediately ask the support of the Adeptus Astartes. It will be the chapter of the space wolf. For centuries they have completed actions brilliantly concluded within our borders, they know this land like their snow-capped peaks on Fenris. So it is settled. >>

<< T... th... the adeptus Astartes Lord inquisitor? W... w... We could always o... open a dialogue with the alien, grope a negotiation. >>

<< Our God Emperor, for your information, doesn't "it in half" with no one, Governor Minos >>

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The Agriworld of Abeldar is one of the two planets closer to the desert orc world Fungus. The planet is made ​​up of three great continents, linked by an archipelago of islands medium to large. Half of the planet is covered by a dense tropical forest, shaken by six months of rain, strong storms and very high temperatures, inside graze large herbivorous reptiles and equally huge ferocious predators. Practically uninhabited, except however a hundred astrological bases and centers of climate study: The forest area is in fact the green lung of the planet, providing just enough oxygen and livable atmosphere that makes of Abeldar a thriving agricultural and prosperous planet.



Within this continent called "Amazzonia" live an indigenous human civilization in a semi-primitive kind of civilization, about a hundred thousand human estimated. It is assumed to be a technological colony founded in the era of imperial expansion, and then fallen back at stone age in the next few millennia. A culture similar to Aztecan of the ancient time of Holy TERRA, protected as a World Heritage Site and for this reason isolated and untouched.



The other half of the planet, however, is a huge agricultural field, surrounded by thirty big metropolis, well built, and hundreds of small villages and smaller towns. The capital is Brindor, the first city founded in the era of imperial reconquest. In the immediate locality, there are the city of Forgias and the military town of Baras. Like any agriworld, the inhabitants are among the most fortunate of the universe. The lifestyle is among the best, cities are often built on a human scale. The planet of Abeldar is governed by a constitutional monarchy, in whose reign sitting on his throne the Earl Zardok, a vassal of King Minos III°.



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<< The God Emperor through the word of the High Lords of TERRA, noble Bjorn, call us on the far north of the imperium, on Istanor VII° system. The Great Companies of Erik Morkai's is coming back from Armageddon, after subtracting Hive Infernus from the orc's jaws. We'll move with five full Great Company, ancient sage, to a world called: Abeldar. The order arrive directly from the Lord of Terra, under the request of Lord Inquisitor of that star system. The Alaitoc eldar want a relic hidden on that planet; but my instinct tells me that there's more. Activity of the black legion of Abbadon has been reported. We start this war, but something tells me that we must be on guard. I see the machinations and tricks of the Changer of the Ways. >>
Logan Grimnar, The Old Wolf, Fangfather, and High King of Fenris. Great Wolf of the Space Wolves chapter.

OST - Metallica-Master Of Puppets (Lyrics)




<< I was on Prospero, brother. I was there when we burned their heresy from the galaxy. I saw Leman Russ lay waste to their cherished places. I saw Traitors weep from corrupted eyes as we turned their pyramids of glass into barren wasteland. They were made weak by the knowledge of their treachery. We are made strong by the knowledge of our fidelity. God-Emperor? Calling him a god was how all this mess started. Sail, my Lord, that the hour is late. May the good wind of Wotan fill the sails of our Drakkars to victory, I will watch on your behalf on Fenris. You are right, my lord Logan Grimnar. We'll have to be on guard: in the realm of the blind the one eyed man is king. >>
Bjorn the Fell-Handed, Venerable Dreadnought of the Space Wolves

Logan Grimnar, Bloody-Handed Warrior
He piles the skulls of his enemies
He builds a mound of the fallen
His foes weep rivers of blood
Logan Grimnar, strong wolf of the pack
His Sword hungers for red flesh
His guns thirst for battle
He laughs amidst the war-din
Logan Grimnar, father of wolves
His sons haunt his enemies
Slay them where they falter
And bring their pelts to Fenris.
- from The Saga Of The Old Wolf (excerpt)

<< The Eldar have shown us the way, fools. It's there: on Abeldar. The time to reveal is near. The bulk of our fleet is ready, beyond the boundaries of time, where the laws of space no longer have reason to exist. The Titan Legion Chariosus will walk among us. The traitor planet just waiting for our signal, millions of cultists ready to take up arms and applaud the "liberator". You shall beat our enemies at the heart on abeldar, weakened by their fratricidal war, you will annihilate their fleet and bring me the book. My only reward. Then we'll take the capital world Istanor in a blitz, and within a few days, the whole star system will be forced to kneel to you, Lord... New despot, or if you prefer, new regent of Istanor. >>
The Nameless





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Edited by Radgraglio - 14/4/2021, 13:30