Ch.3: Meeting of Minds

As Colonel Cranis had spent the past few days in Exilium city finalising the arrangements of the Crusade with Jarl Hrulf Wyrdmane, and Captain Stefano Salbatore. It had been a long process however the foundation had finally been put in place and the Colonel could finally return to the front lines where his men were dealing with a rampaging Ork Warboss. When Galen was heading to the port where his personal valkyrie was due to land he was met by an unusual sight. A Primaris Space Marine clad in the colours and insignia of the Crimson Fists, while also adorned in cream and red robes as well as what looked like a Psychic Hood.
Librarian Heracio Santos, The Timeflayer, was waiting there expectantly, the colonel had never met him personally but had heard about and seen him watching from afar.

“Milord, I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced, I -” the Librarian raised his hand, stopping Galen in his tracks. “Introductions are not needed Colonel, I am quite aware of who you are, and as for me…I see your suspicions, I am he.”
“I see” said Colonel Cranis, showing some confusion “Is there something I can help you with before we leave?”.
 “Yes Colonel, why were you so adamant that the Ork Warboss that has recently come forth… is directed towards the Tower of Angels?”, before Colonel Cranis responded “Perhaps you could tell me on the way...”, said The Timeflayer as he motioned to the Valkyrie coming in to land, without turning his head.

A loud roar filled the air as the Valkyrie took flight, soaring through the skies. The inside was relatively quiet compared to the violent sound of engines outside, and in the rear compartment sat the Colonel and The Timeflayer. “It was when we moved to secure the Forest of Whispers, north of Terra’s Rock. As soon as we arrived our Astropath started acting strangely, I'm not sure what you would call it but he start to give detailed knowledge of where the enemy would come-”,
“This would be signs of Divination Colonel” interrupted The Timeflayer,
“Signs of Divination, which he has never done before. After we secured the area we called in our Psyker Primaris to investigate and performed something called an auto-seance to which we found to be the work of something called a…guiding spirit”.
 “I guess you’ve been receiving visions and one would be of the Ork Warboss, correct?”, Asked the Librarian, surety firmly in his voice.
“That would be the long and short of it, yes”. Answered the Colonel, unsure as to whether he was actually answering a question or merely confirming the words of this mystic warrior.
“Curious, I don’t suppose your Psykers would assist me whence we land…?” asked The Timeflayer,
“Of course, but how did you know we were going there?”.

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The ritual had begun. Chanting of the Psykers drowned out the noise of the wind rustling the leaves and in but a single moment, even their voices were silenced, as Heracio Santos projected himself into the warp, stretched far from reality.
He saw darkness. He saw light. He saw swirling and he saw focus. His conscious turned his will into human form, reflecting his physical self. He took an illusionary breath as his presence embraced the realm beyond time itself. 

Creatures flickered towards him and were thrown away, his mind warded and shielded, weaponised to fight such foul entities that preyed upon those weaker than he. The TimeFlayer noticed something that was. It had form. He drew near to it. As he did the mass grew wider and resolved an image. A giant shadow standing tall over all its domain, proud and mighty. Then it spawned into many shadows that scuttled away. The vision then folded upon itself and swam in the currents between everything and nothing. Santos watched it go until a hand snatched it from the point of its existence.
“That is not yours to see. You are not the witness.” Came a shrouded commanding voice.
The Librarian studied the warp, searching for whom had spoken.
“Begone Timekeeper! These are not yours to see. Destiny is not fixed. Always moving. Ever shifting. Your presence endangers us here.” said the voice.
“Who are you?” quizzed Santos, as he watched a will manifest itself into that of a running humanoid.
The Primaris gave chased, pursing the spirit of the voice.
Flashes of light burst past them as they ran in no direction, somewhere to nowhere.
Santos caught a glimpse of a sky on fire, he blinked and saw a new picture, what looked to be a mighty Ork roaring and charging upon a dark tall tower.
“Leave this place at once. You are changing events the longer you dwell...”
Heracio Santos accepted the warning, but he still needed answers. Something was eluding him. Just out of reach. He reached out to grasp the spirit and has he did. He fell.

The Librarian tumbled. Then he stopped. There was no more spirit only the voice.
“Suania abhors Doom. The Mouth cannot open” this phrase repeated again and again and again.
Santo’s manifested will rose in the darkness, glowing with radiant light.
“Show yourself!” demanded the Librarian.
All went quiet.

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The chamber was cold lit by a single light set high in the celling, the walls engraved with rune markings and wards of protection. After the battle at Paradise Falls Alexandros had secluded himself to this chamber for several days, his mind adrift in the warp searching for a path through the turmoil and chaos that fought to cast him out at every turn. For days he'd before rebuffed time and time again and despite the coolness of the chamber a layer of sweat covered his frame and his breath had become ragged, testament to the effort these ventures into the warp were taking on his body.

Once more he prepared his mind, his breathing becoming focused and steady, his eyes closed in meditation and his lips reciting ancient texts of protection, “ this time he would not allow himself to be pushed back, this time he'd push though the storm and beings that fought to throw him out! ” with these thoughts resounding though his head Alexandros slowly opened his eyes, the dark green replaced by what appeared to be a blue flame which slowly grew in intensity and then it was gone and Alexandros once more cast his psychic will in to the warp.

The onslaught of colour and sound that struck Alexandros was like a hammer and for a moment threatened to throw him back out of the warp but he pressed on, something was different this time there had been a shift in the current of the warp and after a few more moments the onslaught subsidised and for a instances there was nothing just silence which was then replaced by a voice, a voice that started as nothing but a whisper at first as if far of but slowly getting louder and moving nearer the words beginning to take form till Alexandros could finally make out  what the words were saying, “Show yourself! ” came the words, now no longer a voice but a hurricane which was followed by a light searching the warp as if sensing his presence was near but unable to find it and if he wish it the light would never come to rest on his whereabouts but he had waited in the shadows long enough it was time to see who else had set their eyes on Krillion.

The Chaos and onslaught of the warp faded away as Alexandros stepped into the light, much like when a pool forms on a mighty river, a moment of peace.  

“A Timeseer..?” The voice came in a hush whisper has if right in his ear, the warp shifting around as the words played out and a humanoid shape began to form before him has the being started to become visible. The scream of colour in the warp began to fade replaced by an illusion of stone walls, the glaring light by the dull flicker of candles  and the overpowering roaring drifted away till it disappeared completely leaving nothing but a hush silence behind.

 Heracio Santos, the Librarian of the Crimson Fists extended his psychic will adjusting the altered surroundings and to the being that had formed before him, it's body shrouded in a cloak that hid the upper half of its face but all that met him was a blank nothing ness, this and the lack of any presence beforehand or even the slightest hint that something was coming set him on edge.
“…Are you the Spirit I am following? ” Inquired Heracio has he took in the new surroundings that had been created but made sure to keep his focus fixed on the being before him never allowing it to slip from his senses.
“I am Alexandros Arathorn, Chief Liberian of the Exorcists”  came the reply, his voice was quiet but followed by a faint echo has if repeated by a unseen person.
Heracio weight this answer carefully searching for signs of deceit but could not find any, aside from their name Heracio had heard preciously little about the Exorcist Chapter and so remained guard in case of an attack if what this being said turned out to be false.

“Why wasn't I able to sense your presence in the warp..... brother” Heracio added this last word carefully his mind alert and probing for any sign of hidden intent but there was none.
Alexandros admired Heracio's directness and allowed a faint smile to play across his lips before replying.

“Induction into any chapter will leave scars weather of the physical or not, the Exorcist are no different and our.... training has a more noticeable effect. But now I pose you a question…Timeseer, do you think it is by chance or design that we have met today and if by design then whose?”
As if in response the whole structure shook has if hit by a bomb, the impact causing a sharp stab of pain to shoot though Alexandros's body but he composed himself and focused on maintaining the structure within the warp but the assault was relentless and the next blow caused the whole building to flicker and crack. Alexandros had attempted to shield them from the notice of any warp entities that passed by, at least for a brief period of time but there was only so long that minds such as theirs would go unnoticed in the warp..... However they should not have been found this quickly, whatever was breaking though the barriers he'd put in place had been looking for them.

A wall to the right of Heracio crumbled away and the assault of colour pushed in, dancing over the stone work that remain. “Ready yourself Dorn’s Son!” the voice came quietly in his head “I cannot hold it much longer.”
More of the structure turned to dust and was sucked into the warp and briefly he caught a glimpse of what was attacking, it was crude and disgusting.

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“Come out. Come out. Sarcoma can hear you. Sacroma can hear you scheming and plotting…” came the slurring and flem-filled voice, followed by a series of coughing.
An obese arm of rotting muscle leaking with pus swung in collapsing a portion of the wall.
“Tell Sarcoma your whispers… Sarcoma can take away your troubles…I can see you little ones…” The daemon dribbling his words with each syllable.

Heracio and Alexandros took cover behind a chunk of fallen wall, a wall that existed but all the same was formed from willpower. The Daemon poked his ugly fat head through the breach.

“It’s going to the right” informed Heracio with a whisper.
“Sarcoma! How did it know we were here?” Asked Alexandros as a familiar sight slid its plump form through the gap.
“You know this Daemon?” counted the Timeflayer with his own question
“Paradise Falls…” began the Exoricst
“…You are on Krillion?”
“…Indeed, should I surmise you are too Timeseer?”
The Daemon Sarcoma threw his sweaty, giant flabby arms around knocking debris everywhere, the candles blowing out one by one.
“We cannot linger here Alexandros, Realspace.”
“Where are you going mortals? Planning to find Sarcoma? You cannot stop Sarcoma. Let Sarcoma embrace you…”

The words of the Daemon fell faint, as Heracio Santos was sucked back into reality with such force that the Primaris Librarian shot backwards and onto the floor, scorch marks remained in the ground from where he stood.
Many of the Imperial Psykers had blood running from their eyes and noses, some had fallen to floor comatose.

Colonel Cranis stood over The Timeflayer, so too did his Primaris Psyker; Castus Rourke, both looked concerned.
“I’m sorry my lord, we…we felt it best to pull you from the Ritual. Your form was agitated and many of our psykers were shrieking and bloody. Did you get the answers you were seeking?”
Heracio allowed himself a moment to sit and take in all he had witnessed. If anything The Timeflayer had more questions than answers. But perhaps…if he was to find Alexandros then maybe the answers would soon follow.
“I need to go” remarked the Crimson Fist has he picked himself up and headed for the nearest Valkyre.

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The Daemon Prince Sarcoma the Intumescent fizzled away, gurgling with laughter as his prized mortal Alexandros retreated from the warp. The Warp fell dark with colour once more.
Only one was left. He turned to enter realspace himself. Ardashir opened his eyes.

Ch.3: Kaynik in Chaos

It had only been a couple of hours but how Krillion had changed...

Soaring high above, the Crimson Fists had left Exilium Spaceport launching their first action of the Crusade. The Overload was bound for the coastal region but what Salbatore and his Primaris-brothers did not expect was the devastation occur beneath them. A thundering and ginormous Tsunami had formed and they had keenly watched as it roared past them and smashed into whatever stood in its path. There wasn’t much Salbatore or anyone could do, he only hoped it would not reach the city. He had enough to contend with.

By the time The Overlord had reached the suspected location of a Traitor Camp, there was very little remaining. Dead, lifeless bodies swept on to dry mounds or gently circling on the waters that had drowned them. Structures were demolished and debris was scattered for miles.
There was evidence that the Black Legion had been stationed here, armour parts with some weapons littered. Salbatore couldn’t help but curl a smile, the Tsunami had saved the Crimsons Fists a job. He hoped many of the traitors had perished and not escaped its wrath.

The aircraft had landed and whilst warriors splashed into the waters and waded out to establish a perimeter, Salbatore worked to make contact with others of the Crusade. By now Wyrdmane must surely have pushed his way south. Heracio had been left back in Exilium for his own reasons, but the Captain wanted to make sure nothing had been compromised that the Orks would take advantage of. Then there was the rumours of a Warboss on the 86^th lines, the first that had made its self-known. That’s where Salbatore wanted to be, slaying the head of this Krillion Waaagh!
As the Vox-comm’s hissed and clicked with static, the Captain considered the peculiar nature of this war. Warbosses normally ran at the front of their strikes, demanding the best of the fights. The only time in history this was not the case…was Snagrod on Rynn’s World.

Salbatore had a terrible feeling, and what made it worse was when a electrifying sound echoed out of the Vox speakers...

Ch.2: For The Emperor!

The Colonel and his Lieutenant stepped into the Exilium Command Bunker, they held their heads high despite entering a room full of blue armoured giants that stood far taller than they were. Their attendance had been requested and so it was with much honour that Colonel Galen Cranis stood proudly and respectfully at the Command’s Tactical Table.

Lieutenant-Commander Jovon Aubrey who had accompanied Colonel Cranis, nervously darted his eyes across the table, daring to steal a peek at the Wolf Lord who stood like a feral statue amongst the Crimson Fists, the Space Wolf leader was showing creases of impatience across his battle scarred face. Aubrey averted his gaze at the moment the Fenrisian locked eyes upon him.

Captain Stefano Salbatore entered the Command Bunker flanked by his two Lieutenants “Well met battle brothers, I had hoped to arrive sooner but matters needed my attention.”

“We all have matters to attend to…” Snapped the Space Wolf.

Salbatore approached the table. “Jarl Hrulf Wyrdmane I am glad you could join us. I will not keep you longer than you need to be here” he confirmed with a smile. The Crimson Fist captain turned to face the humans.
“Colonel Cranis, good to see you again my friend, I understand you march upon Terra’s Rock as we speak against the vile Black Legion?”
The Colonel nodded firmly as Wyrdmane’s jaw tensed at the confirmation of traitors on Krillion.

“I called you both here so we might consolidate and exact an appropriate response to the threats Krillion faces. No longer do we fight the Greenskins but other enemies have become known to us.
The Black Legion to the East. Daemons to the West and now reports of the ancient Necron menace also on the Space Wolves battlelines.

Colonel Cranis drank the news in better than Salbatore had expected. If he felt concern his face nor his stance betrayed him. Good. He thought.

“My warriors also alert me of a new threat discovered in the North, their nature is of the Mechancium.” The Jarl interjected, spitting the last word for emphasis.

Salbatore whispered to one of his lieutenants who promptly marched out of the Command Bunker.

“It appears there are a many enemy upon this cursed planet. Which is why we need to be the Emperor vengeance here. Traitor nor Alien should be allowed to stand upon this world.
Which is why I. Stefano Salbatore, Captain of the Crimson Fists Primaris Company announce a combined response of our forces and to any imperials friendly to our cause. To once and for all deliver Krillion from its tormentors.” Salbatore paused,

“We declare a Crusade. The Krillion Liberation Crusade!”

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Colonel Cranis spoke up "I will be honest captain, my forces have been spread thin as of recently. So there may not be much that we will be able to bring to the table at this moment in ways of
reinforcements, however should Major Whittaker be successful in the assault of Terra's rock, we will be able to start recruitment again and as such be able to provide better assistance." Galen paused a moment.

"If you are certain of this Captain Salbatore. I hereby commit the Stravoss 86th Airborne Infantry and the Lyondis Prophecy of the Imperial Navy to the Krillion Liberation Crusade"

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The Jarl’s fierce eyes lit up. “Yes! Finally some action!” he shouted, then grinned approvingly bearing his large incisors. “A Crusade is just what we need”. He looked at his allies, together they could make a strong pack. Hunting from the air, land and sea. The Rune Priests had already informed Wyrdmane that the coming of a great union had been howled across the skies. Though he was surprised by the baser humans inclusion, he had the seen the Hammer of the Emperor in action before. Brave. He could not deny them that. It had been a long time since he, or any of the other Jarls had fought alongside the Crimson Fists. Theirs had been a tragic saga.
He had been studying Salbaltore from the moment he had entered, and noted how assertive and focused he and his warriors were. Was the fire in their chapter rekindled? Wyrdmane hoped so, for all their sake.
If he and his fellow Vlka Fenryka were to run with this pack, they had to be strong. The lessons of Fenris taught him well – The strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the Pack.

Wyrdmane thrusted his gauntleted hand out and made the sign of the Maiming Claw.
“Let us fight has one! The Space Wolves will join the Krillion Liberation Crusade! Let the Hunt for the Xenos, the traitors and the daemon begin!”

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Heracio Santos - The Timeflayer, strode into the Command Bunker just as Hrulf Wyrdmane finished.
Salbatore turned to acknowledge his presence.
“It is time, Battle-brothers. Crusaders. Enemies of the Emperor approach. You must fight each other’s battles if we are to endure, and endure we must!”
The Command Modules blinked, icons activating to life.
The three Warlords gazed at the tactical map that sprung up on the main pict-screen. Each knew what was being asked of them.

Salbatore spoke just three words, and with them the Krillion Liberation Crusade was born.
“For the Emperor!”

Ch.2: Fallen Paradise

The Thunder Hawk touched down, its engines fighting to keep it level against the wind that dragged along the ridge. As the whirl of the engines died away the ramp at the rear of the Thunder hank released slowly, the thick fog that hung in the air rushing to fill this new space but before it could an invisible force seemed to be pushing it back as a figure strode forward from the transport bay.

Alexandros ducked slightly as he exited the Thunder hank, the ground making a wet thud has he stepped of the ramp onto the ground, the movement causing a foul odour to be released into the air.

This place would have once been called beautiful by the locals but now it was a waste land, any plant that had grown here was either dead or had be twisted it to something so repulsive that even looking at it would cause nausea their surfaces covered with growths and warts, the ground had become a bog that with every step tried to pull you under the water which was filled with grubs and pieces of decaying matter.

Walking to the edge of the ridge Alexandros stopped and catch glimpses of the hoard below before turning to speak.
“Brothers, today we face humanity greatest enemy but this time they do not wear a mask or hide in the shadows." Alexandros’s voice rang out cutting through the fog and the roar of thunder hank engines overhead. “They have become brave and think themselves strong enough to face us head on, so the duty has fallen to us to remind them what fear is!” pausing he let his word hang in the air for a moment before continuing. “They seek to twist and bend that which the Emperor has built but all of our souls have been searched and weighted and we have not found wanting, so let them come with their plague and decay! For we will not bend! For the Emperor and for humanity!”

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“HO HO HO HO HO!”, boomed the laughter of Sarcoma as the remnants of the Exorcists fled the battlefield, Alexandros’ gambit had been brave but the garden of Nurgle had new delights to sample tonight.

A Nurgling sporting a Primaris Helm and attempting to march around like a marine caught his eye and he chuckled some more, scooping up the tiny creature as a father would his child he carefully removed the helm and smiled. Brain matter and gore smeared the face and crooked grin of the imp, ‘excellent find little one, fetch me some more!’

As the Nurgling scurried away harassed and cajoled by its brethren, Sarcoma’s mood darkened. ‘Now to see what the metal men have to say for impeding my plans!’

Ch.2: Sons of Dorn

The Repulsors shot across the dry dunes. Grey, dead ash was thrown into the air creating a swirl of dirty clouds. The Ash desert had once been a lush greenscape until the Oath of Exilium had come crashing down long ago. Now, everything was dead here. Including the Orks.

They had to be thought Sergeant Cazardor, no Ork was permitted to remain alive in the presence of the Crimson Fists. This was why they were here. Vengeance. Vengeance for Rynn’s World. Despite Cazador not being there, the pain ran deep amongst the chapter and their honour demanded the elimination of the Greenskins, especially Snagrod.

“Sergeant…” came the voice of Battle-Brother Juros, “7 minutes until we reach the Space Wolves battlelines…”

“We have made good time, The Emperor guides us well” injected Cazador, until his Vox-Helm clicked to life, a transmission imminent…

“…Communications from Exiliu… …still disru..tive… …Black Legion… …sighted to the East. …allies… …86^th…pushing… …last known location…”
Traitors? Here? What would the Captain have to say about this? Return to Exilium?” quizzed Cazador as his thoughts raced for a logical conclusion.

“…advise…continue to sup… …wolves… Cap…batore… …attention… …East. Alli… …hold, Shield Protocol… …effect.” The order soaked into Cazador’s mind. He clicked to acknowledge the Transmission and blinked twice to confirm the command, and then activated the Comms of all under his authority.

“To all Vanguard teams, Shield Protocol effective immediately.” Cazador ordered firmly. Each of his Primaris Brothers would know what that meant and what would be expected of them.

The last time this protocol was enacted, was at the dawn of a Crusade.

Ch.2: Engagement of Folly

Keldrak juddered back and forth as the tank traversed over the rocky terrain, his mechatendrils darting through the air as if sensing threats. Suddenly a comm link crackled into life

“ my lord priest keldrak our spies have detected new readings of the morbetran rift. Servitor x0-09 was lost during the expedition but the unit uploaded his findings before self destructing. Uploading them now"

Keldraks tendrils lashed through the air as if excited as a light flashed across the screen infront of him. Fuzzy pictures of x0-09’s last vision memories began scrolling across the screen. The expedition had been digging through a region near suania when they disturbed something that resulted in their deaths.

Suddenly his vehicle swerved hard as an explosion could be heard outside. Guns began firing and the noises of battle could be heard outside. Keldrak turned and plunged his tendrils onto a panel near the roof of the tank. Within seconds he was able to see through the various lenses and equipment dotted around the tank. A few of the convoys tanks were wrecked and burning furiously as the occupants tried to escape. Smoke plumed all around and the din of battle is all that could be heard.

Keldrak caught a glimpse of the attacking enemies and immediately began firing his vehicle at the enemy tank. His enhanced senses gave the enemy rhino no chance of escape. It exploded instantly to the barrage leaving its occupants to be gunned down by the servitors pintle weapons.

“space wolves!”

Comms within the tank cracked into life

“lord keldrak what are your orders. We have suffered minimal casualties but the space wolves seem to be advancing away from us. We have detected another enemy in the vicinity that hasnt attacked our units yet. The convoy front vehicle sent this pict slate before being detonated into nothing. Uploading now"

Keldrak looked down and saw the image of the new enemy.  He sat back for a moment then responded .

“”tell all units to disengage, we are not to fight the new enemy but fire at will at the space wolves while disengaging. Head to Suania following x0-09's last co ordinates. We make our stronghold there.”

Keldrak took one last look at the battle as his forces left to their new destination. The wolves were fighting furiously against the hidden enemy. The last thing he saw the familiar silhouette of a ctan phase blade. He smiled then the pandemica was gone.

Ch.2: The Emperor Protects

 Exilium City//Crimson Fists//Command HQ

"Good news Captain, the Orks are either dead or retreating in sectors 9-16."
"Commendable. Give the order to seal up those breaches, it is the only way we can ensure the safety of the city."

"Safety is an illusion. Danger lurks everywhere, and if you can not see it in front of you I dare you to look within... A quote from Dorn himself, I might add..." came a deep voice as a large shadowy figure entered the room.

"Heracio? Heracio!" Salbatore let our a smile and a rare laugh as he strode to lock their gauntlets in greeting. The Primaris Librarian, Heracio Santos was stood in the door way, in full battle attire, his face hidden beneath his helm that glowed with the third eye. A long elegant cloak wrapped around his armour and concealed his deadly sheathed Force Sword. Santos also went by another name, The Timeflayer, due to an uncanny ability to see seconds into the future, maybe even the past. No one quite knew how it worked, no matter the how, Santos had a gift and burden of time manipulation.

"How is that you are here? Were you not ordered to Hornsburgh?" quizzed Salbatore, delighted to have his closest council with him again.

"I was. Now I am here." answered The Timeflayer, efficiently, offering no additional explanation.

Salbatore expected as much. Santos was never one to waste time, and the Captain wouldn't have it any other way. He activated the Command module so Santos could analysis the data and maps as he spoke.
"We have control of the City and the Exilium region. We have patrols clearing out any Orks that have dug in. None will escape our Wrath. We have made contact with a company of Space Wolves operating in the north and to our east, a Guard Regiment, Stravoss 86th, are clearing Orks to provide a wider perimeter protection. The centre of the Ork Waagh! is still to be located and so far no news on the Warboss that leads the aliens, so there is plenty much to do.
It would also seem the Governor of this City took a vacation at the wrong time, a place called Valor's Frontier, a place we have yet to..."

"The Colonel has contacted you. You must stay the course. He has his guidance just as you have mine, that is why I am here." Interrupted Santos.

Salbatore held his words, his face perplexed as his mind tried to unravel the mystery in the Librarian's words.

"Captain, you will need your brothers-in-arms for what is to come. The enemies are at the gate."

Salbatore snapped from his thinking and turned to face the Module screen expecting to see notifications of Ork invaders in the city. Nothing. No signatures. No activity.
He turned to face Santos again, but The Timeflayer had gone. He always was dramatic about his goings, however serving with the Librarian in the Primarch's Crusade had taught him, Heracio Santos spoke only the words he needed to. Nothing more and nothing less.

On the table the Captain eyes noticed a scroll with a Purity Seal, It wasn't there before, he read it.
The scroll pertained details of authority, granting for a system's Crusade.
Salbatore stood for a moment, as he considered the implications of The Timeflayer's words and the fate that would and indeed already be in motion for Krillion. The Command Vox cracked to life, the Captain instantly listening to the transmission.

"This is Colonel Galen Cra-

-lbatore. We require immed-

-Terra's Rock has fallen to-

-repeat T-

-to the Black Legion. All-

-North to the forest o-

-I repeat all forces are withd-

-rest of whispers."