Warhammer 40K - [Ultramarines 02] - Warriors of Ultramar by Graham McNeill (Undead) (v1.1) by me

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From their perch high on the roof of their warehouse hideout, Snowdog and Silver watched the distant contrails of torpedoes as they climbed through the purple skies into the upper atmosphere.

The devotional holos, normally full of nameless preachers demanding prayers to the Emperor, had been displaying a non-stop procession of warnings against the dangers of contact with xeno species, Snowdog didn’t know what was happening with the war, but was pretty certain that there must have been a screw-up somewhere along the line, because you didn’t start firing ground based weapons except to prevent an imminent invasion.

“This does not look good,” said Snowdog. “Nope,” agreed Silver, “It sure doesn’t.”

Lord Inquisitor Kryptman stood in an armoured viewing bay atop the Governor’s Palace, watching the same scenes with a similar feeling. With the news that the fleet had been forced to disengage, his hopes that this invasion could be stalled before it reached the surface of the planet had been shattered. He cast his gaze across the landscape one last time, knowing that even were they able to defeat the aliens, this world would never be the same again.

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Orders had been issued to all officers on tactical doctrine and the proper conduct

to be followed during conflict with the tyranids. Experience bought with uncounted lives was even now circulating amongst the soldiers of Tarsis Ultra and Kryptman hoped that the sacrifice of those who had died to gather that information would not have been in vain.

As he watched the beginning of the tyranid invasion, Magos Locard joined him in the bay, hands clasped before him and mechadendrites swaying gently above his head.

“So it begins again,” mused the inquisitor, watching the swirling, multi-coloured sky.

“Indeed,” said Locard. “Were it not such a monstrous thing, it might be considered aesthetically pleasing. It is nature driven into paroxysms of creation.” “Creation, yes, but there is nothing natural about this. It is creation designed to destroy and consume.”

“An interesting dichotomy, yes?” observed Locard. “Yes, but one for another time perhaps. How goes your research?” “It progresses. The facilities here are lacking in some regards, but they are sufficient for my needs. The samples taken from the xeno creatures recovered from the Vae Victus have helped immensely, but their genetic structure shows evidence of mutation. Evidently, the tyranids have entered another iteration of evolution since the consumption of Barbarus Prime.”

Kryptman turned to face the magos and nodded. “I had suspected as much.” “To achieve our goal, it seems clear we will need to somehow obtain a gene sample that is as close to the hive’s original structure as possible, one that has not been subjected to mutation at the behest of the overmind.” “And how do you intend to obtain such a specimen?” “Ah, well that I do not yet know,” admitted Locard. “Find a way,” ordered Kryptman.

Uriel watched Learchus and Pasanius march along the front lines of the city’s defences and fought the urge to join them. Little time had passed since he had been a veteran sergeant

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