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[Prosperan Son]

Slaves labored, hauling ammo-crates, armor plating, and other tools necessary for fleet repairs and rearmament. Venders gave away what they had to offer, giving forth trinquets, weapons, organs and whatever else they could sell. Renegades, Xenos, and Astartes conversed in several pockets through out the area. Every so often the sight of a brawl could be picked out.

All this was visible from the observation tower that loomed over the Xanadu. A massive space station requisitioned by the chaos elements earlier in the campaign. Everything could be seen, either through the viewing glasses or the security cameras.

"It's beautiful in it's own way...."The Alpha Legionnaire standing at the base of the viewing glass commented. Clad in a deformed style of mark V and VI power armor, d*CENSORED*d in a cloak of flayed flesh and leather, the legionnaire watched everything below him. "Would you not agree Garrosh? The Imperials believe us to be savages, doubting our abilities to organize our forces. They think of us fanatics, with no concept of strategy. It's a beautiful irony, wouldn't you say?"

[Thugren]

Garrosh said nothing, he never did.

His eyes wandered the damnable dock as his puppet, Zion largest of the four pipes up.

" it's wretched zalio and you know it.... Why are we here..."

A long purple tongue slithers from the stitched lips and pulls at an insect that had escaped its place in the puppets stitching and it crushed it with a moist snap of its jaws.

The other three puppets giggle in delight and chitter amongst themselves as garrosh shakes his head slowly.

[Prosperan Son]

" To wage war , why else?" The Legionnaire replied, as though that answer was enough to explain everything. He turned away from the glass, walking towards the command throne at the center of the room.

"We wage a war like no other in this sector. Factions on all fronts with Trandasin at the center of it. The Imperials , despite their vast resources, are unaware the relics that lay spread through out these worlds. Which is why you are here."

[Thugren]

The puppet laughs slowly.. The others considering their master oddly as ideas ran through his head.


" who is here.."

Zion hisses in annoyance.

" what weak blooded fills have you brought to die for you."

[Prosperan Son]

"The Imperial's Inquisition has hidden much from the followers of their corpse Emperor. For example the essence of a powerful Daemon Prince locked away in several fortress cities on Ghota. The fact that one of their Cardinal Worlds is home to a Saint of the Dark Gods, who has now returned to wage an unholy war of reclamation." Zailo cut off, holding a small tablet in his armored hands "Gods alone, know what other priceless artifacts are spread out through out these pathetic worlds."

" We've sent out beacons and pulled in many debts. Many have come to this system for plunder and the opportunity to expand their own power. Some of the most elite forces have been dispatched. Five Legions wage war on Ghota, the Word Bearers and Black Legion claiming that the Daemon Prince will be able to provide us with the forces needed to claim this sector. The Blood Gorgons, as problematic and defiant as they may be, are proving to be a capable of weapon in their own right. I've dispatched a warpsmith to unlock a vault that hides a great weapon on the world Below. But I need you to unlock a secret hidden within a dead world."

[Thugren]

Zion laughs, a grating and annoying sound.


" and you think it is as simple as calling me here? I owe you nothing zalio, I owe my legion nothing. I come here to offer service for a barter. What do you need done, the price will be decided then."

Dennik, the second puppet, inscribed with marks of tzwench hisses as it shifts it's stature to a ogrynesque shape.

" speak quickly...."

It hisses.

" we grow hungry."

[Prosperan Son]

Zailo raised a brow, a motion unseen due to his helmeted head. He was examining each of the puppets, wondering why Garrosh refused to speak for himself.

"There's a dead world in this system, untouched by any faction, Imperial,Chaos, or Xenos for the most part. From the tomes I've read and the from what sorcerers can divine from their visions, there is a relic of great importance on that world."

[Thugren]

Zion chuckles , as if reading zalio a look.

" Horus , Magnus, they all disgust him. The betrayal was not the glorious tellurium Horus made it out to be. He is branded traitor simply because of horuses action, no more."

The third, a puppet looking like a snarling wolf chuckles.

" we are him, speaking through us because he wishes not to."

Garrosh turns to you, motioning to you to continue speaking

[Prosperan Son]

"False Promises, of course. How else would he have won so many to his side? Betrayel?War? These are not concepts that should be glorified." Zailo replied, tapping several runes on the data-slate.

"Regardless, this world, Pasena's Curse, houses a great relic, but it cannot be obtained easily..."He pulled up a small video of a small frigate ship drifting through the void towards the planet. In the course of five minutes, two massive bolts of what appeared to be emerald lightning struck the ship sending it careening towards the planet below.

"I sent forth a small band of Night Lords, one of the lesser lords, to the world to see what we would be up against."

[Thugren]

Is garfish free to kill them zalio?"

Zion laughs as garrosh powers his sword on an off silently.
" and is he to work with an agent of yours or alone?"

The other puppets giggled as garrosh tossed them a rabbit from hi bag.

[Prosperan Son]

"Your free to do this on you own or with them. You have the legion's authority on this and can requisition any man, beast or weapon that will see this mission completed." Zailo stated, leaning back into his command throne, eyes lens locked with Garrosh's

"As for the Night Lords on the planet, do whatever you want with them. They were merely a way for us to see what opposition would come before us. The less people that know about the relic, the better."

[Thugren]

Zion snickers, licking at his fanged lips with a long purple toungue.

" we simply ask for one thing zalio... We are going to need one pack of your best possessed..... Mine is not enough."

Garrosh parts his constructs and stands before zalio.

"Maybe a legionaire or two ."

The pack forms up behind garrosh and he pops his neck.

" a guide as well... Preferably female... Expendable... Touched by the warp will help me."

[Prosperan Son]

"Your request are granted." Zailo agreed with a nod of his head. Taking a data slate from a small pocket in his throne. He went through it, reviewing content that was otherwise unknown to Garrosh." When can you deploy?"

[Thugren]

The puppets all rose, and a voice as ancient as zalio a grumbles.

" now..."

All the puppets look at each other in suprise then look at garrosh

[Prosperan Son]

"Then board your ship Garrosh, the men you requested will meet you there."Zailo replied, giving Garrosh a nod of satisfied approval. He waved him off, returning his attention to the view of the station before them

[Thugren]

Garrosh turns and leaves without a word.he moves silently down the halls as the puppets follow him, prodding him as they tried to get him to speak.

He says nothing, turning the corners as he heads to his ship.

"I grow tired of all of you.."

He think to all of them, silencing them all in one move.

"Silence."

As one the mouthed of the puppets seem to stitch themselves and he made it to the hull of his small ship without any delay

[Prosperan Son]

Overseeing the shipment and arming of the ship, a Squad of Alpha Legionnaire's, six man strong, stands outside of the shipping docks, waiting for Garrosh'sarrival.

One of them, a figure clad in "improved" mark V heresy pattern armor, is directing a gaggle of slaves who is delivering a massive containment unit, it was easily the size of a defiler, a gift from Zailo perhaps?

[Thugren]

Zion runs to the box eagerly as fafnir, the wolf like puppet approaches the squad.

" report..... What is that containment unit..... And where is the squads I asked for..."

Garrosh cracks his neck and looks over each member of the squad , tasting the depth of the chaotic touch in all of thwm

[Prosperan Son]

The legionnaire turned to face Garrosh, just as the menials had finished loading the giant container into the vessel.

" The possessed that you asked for are already inside, and we are the legionnaires sent by Zailo. As for that container..." He gestured to the menials as they finished with a point of his thumb" That houses Brother Etrigon."

[Thugren]

The puppet chuckles

" and who is tht?"

Garrosh nods and turns toward the boarding tube, twiddling a small ember of flame like a coin.