He suppressed the urge to announce on the spot that "from this day forward, Solemnace belongs to Liu" and began the second stage of his plan.
"First... deactivate the Stasis Fields on those poor bastards."
His consciousness precisely locked onto several exhibition areas on the "lower level of the central hall."
[Imperium of Man-Adeptus Astartes-Loyalists (Horus Heresy era)] [Exhibit designation: H-30k-03, Emperor's Children Legion, Phoenix Guard, Seventh Company.] [Exhibit designation: H-30k-18, Salamanders Legion, Fire Drakes, Third Company.] [Exhibit designation: H-30k-01, Ultramarines Legion, Honor Guard, First Company.]
As he looked at that long list, the corners of his mouth climbed uncontrollably.
"Trazyn... I fucking love you."
"How is this a museum? This is clearly... an Avengers training camp!"
His consciousness issued its first command as the "new master."
[Deactivate Stasis Fields in the above exhibition areas.] [Command confirmed.] [Executing...]
Solemnace, lower level of the central hall, "Horus Heresy" exhibition area.
This was one of the collections Trazyn the Infinite took the greatest pride in: living slices of history he had painstakingly "collected" over thousands of years from ancient battlefields and ruins in every corner of the Milky Way Galaxy.
Every display preserved a moment of tragedy or glory.
Exhibit designation: H-30k-03.
The scene inside the display was a desperate last stand on Istvaan III. Dozens of Space Marines in phoenix-purple armour, adorned with exquisite gold trim, stood back to back in a hopeless defensive circle. Their armour was battered, their Boltguns had long since run out of ammunition, and the Chainswords in their hands had snapped from overuse. Surrounding them were several times their number of brothers from the same Legion-the traitors who had answered Horus's call.
The Stasis Field had frozen the grief, fury, and resolve on their faces, along with the agonized disbelief with