Unyielding Truth
Flagship of the Dark Angels
Central corridor
The sound of boot soles striking the adamantium floor echoed through the grand, cathedral-like Warship corridor, sharp, cold, and laden with unquestionable authority.
Lion El'Jonson, Primarch of the Dark Angels, strode forward like a lion on the prowl, his steps immense.
His dark Power Armour gleamed with a cold metallic sheen beneath the corridor's blue lights, the roaring lion Insignia on his pauldron rising and falling slightly with every stride.
His face resembled a classical sculpture, its stern lines drawn taut. Cold fire burned in his golden eyes, a searing mixture of offended pride and an urgent need to prove himself.
Beside him, following like his most faithful shadow, was Corswain, Company Captain of the First Company and one of his most trusted lieutenants.
The towering Angel of Death hurried along as well, but his breathing remained steady as he clearly delivered the latest compiled intelligence, suffocating in its implications.
"My lord, the situation is confirmed. The Rangdan Xenos and the fleets of their assembled vassals have established a solid blockade along the outskirts of the Northern Star Cluster."
"Reports from our reconnaissance fleet indicate that at least three major jump points are completely controlled. Conventional routes are littered with gravity traps and interference fields."
Lion El'Jonson gave an almost inaudible snort without breaking stride.
"Two Primarchs have now answered your summons and confirmed that they will commit their main forces," Corswain continued, his voice level.
Lion El'Jonson's stride seemed to falter for an imperceptible instant, but his expression remained unchanged. A lion would not be shaken by the roars of other beasts.
"Our own fleet is regrouping, my lord," Corswain said, changing the subject.
"But the news from the front... is grim. More than twenty Imperial expeditionary fleets, including substantial