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Everywhere stood statues and altars to the God-Emperor and the human race, staring impassively as the sands of time drowned the past in the torrent of the future, judging every man and woman who looked upon them. She had almost been taken away by the vastness of the Palace: its corridors were more akin to Hive Highways, only etched in majestic marble and gold, with thin veins of pearl running through their mass. They carried his surprisingly light body over to a stowage arch built into the long corridor, and laid him gently within its shadows. She signalled over to Chiasson, who stooped and helped her gently lift the dead scribe. Like her comrades in the 642, she was deeply religious and faithful to the cause, and the immensity of the bloody struggle they were involved was not lost on her. She whispered a prayer to the God-Emperor to see the slain man to safety, and to forgive her for ending his life. Private Candroth knelt beside the corpse, and drew her hand slowly across the dead mans face, softly closing its eyelids. In short, nothing the Kasrkin couldn’t handle. They had met minimal resistance as the Lord-Commander had deduced: most of the Terran Forces had been pushed to the frontlines against the combined Loyalist Assault, and so far Grieves’ unit had only encountered small patrols and menials. Everything had been going exactly to plan so far: they had grav-chuted into the Palace at the exact coordinates after a synchronised bombing strike by the Cadian XV Valkyrie Wing, and they had proceeded through the vast corridors of the Terran capital in stealth and secret. Sergeant Grieves waved his hand in splayed, chopping motion as he gave his orders to the men and women of Task Force 642. The rest of you form up, covered approach.” Then there was an agonising pain for a brief second, followed by a darkening calm before the rough, gloved hands let him slide to the floor. At first he had the strange feeling he was being watched, then suddenly a hand was upon his mouth and a flash of steel against his throat. The scribe didn’t know he was dead until it was too late.
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The Death of The Emperor The Second Siege of Terra Task Force 642