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[ I'm going to assume your distance, since otherwise the Grey Knights would have detected you, or rather, anyone paying attention. ]

They seemed not to notice him, but Psykers within the fortress grew uneasy, somewhat feeling his ripple in the surpriseingly calm Warp. While the world they came from was simply spread into three ideas. The Materum or Normal Space, The Innmaturm, or the Warp where Chaos resided, and the Webways, the interconnecting tunnels in space and time inbetween the two realms.

Here, it was into five parts. The first was the Earth itself, the second was the Webways, these more contested as both Heaven and Hell and many other groups could gain access to them. The third and fourth was naturally Heaven and Hell themselfs. Lastly was simply the Warp, the energy inbetween everything. But it had yet to feel the faint of Chaos, something that would benefit the Imperium forces here for a good time to come.

[ I just wish I could get into a major battle to have fun with this...I wish to unleash a Warhound Titan. ]

Much of the information was hard to tell, given the fact that they were entirely knew and much of their tech beyond the current ken. It didn't help most minds outside the range of the psykers' protective bubble basically were good enough on their own to prevent mental intrusion. Visual information was helpful, given that much of the complex was built, but so much more had yet to be so information right now would be incomplete.

Within the Command Structure, the Primarch was strapping on his Power Armor, blessing it's spirit before strapping on fearsome Lighting Claws and wrist mounted Stormbolters. He was prepareing for something and much of the Dread Knights within the complex were prepareing as well, as they could tell something had their leader on edge.

"rain... rain... go away..... come again another day..... old men go down to their graves.. while young men come out to play..." Kono sang slowly, continually repeating. He sat on an old rotting log.. back up against a tree, heavy rain pouring down over his face... yet only his face seemed to get wet, the rest of his cloths dry as can be.
"Rain... rain....... go away.. come again another day.. old men go down to their graves......." he finished with a slight smile on his face.
"why must you sing that song? Its soo.. depressing...."
"It calms me down.. its.. relaxing.."
"Only for you kono... only for you.."
"Take it how you may but you can't do anything about it."
"Lucky for you..."
"Lucky for me....." Kono sits there... with no reply coming back to him..."Come and go as you please.. that's soo like you.."

((I got cha dude, I understand.))

Dom would continue to look over such an operation unless his 'main target' showed up, the shadowmancer....

((uhhh...DId I miss something.))

Zarrius who had been using Giantsmiter to look for any kinds of life or anything even closely related to that felt the hand move and ducked using his free hand to use the coin of Fate to turn it into This and would try to shove the longer of the two ends into any intruder. Zarrius however fast had been surprised that such an unlikely fact had happened so he took slight blow but nothing that would affect him.

Sera snuggled his mask back on and snapped it close. After hearing the reassuring click that it was locked on and feeling the porcelain grace his face again, he cracked his neck and spoke up,
"Yes, for far too long I have been inactive. Let us do something about that, agreed?

Sax sat quietly at the corner table in a quiet section of the dark, cheap restaurant. Watering holes like this were hard to find, and Sax tended to stick around for as long as he could once he found one. They were like oases in the ravaged world, and settlements tended to spring up around them, forming their own tiny city-states outside the control of the theocratic religious armies.

Sax had been hanging around this one for about a week, renting a room in a nearby complex and working as a guard. He was trying to save up as much money as he could, since he'd certainly need it when he moved on. His tenures in these small towns often only lasted until some fanatical nut set up shop and started annoying the locals. Sax was fairly non-denominational, and thus a heretic to most of said fanatics. It was more trouble than it was worth to argue with them, and there were laws against killing them. The best solution was simply to pack up and leave.

It wasn't like it was hard to set up shop elsewhere. Most of his belongings fit in his satchel, and good washing habits allowed him to minimize the amount of clothes he needed. The major difficulty was in walking between the few city-states he actually knew about. The few surviving transit lines didn't run out in the wildnerness, so he usually ended up walking, carrying a tarp to form a lean-to, his clothes, his weapons, a journal, and a few other small essentials and sentimentals that he could fit in a satchel and the pockets of his coat.

At the moment, he was off work, and he had a spare few hours to eat at the restaurant and record some of his thoughts in his journal. For example, how he had finally found a new book to read to pass the time, or how he found one of the waitresses attractive and bemoaning his inmpotence in romance. Occasionally he thought for a while about things such as the afterlife, the new Cruxis religion, and pursuit of joy. His thoughts made sense to him, and he often enjoyed reading them to himself later, but it would have been embarrasing, not to mention fairly damning if someone got into it. He had realized long ago that the way he wrote was more expressive and revealing than he ever was in person.

His drink had run out, so he finally decided to wrap up what he had been writing. Refills weren't free.

Sax slipped the book and pencil back into the satchel, pushing aside a spare shirt to make room, then paid his bill and stepped outside into the bright dirt street, holding his glaive like a staff. The ramshackle and near-impoverished town had a quiet, peaceful feel to it that Sax loved, so different from the cities where the crazed religious fought each other for no good reason that Sax could support with logic.

The lovely peace was broken by a barely-coherent harangue by a man in white robes standing on a nearby corner. Probably one of the more-annoying priests of heaven. While Sax had nothing against the religion and its ideals, the self-riteousness and intolerance of the priests tended to reflect everything he disliked about organized religion. Odds were the fool would call him out for wearing black and not joining him in his crazy yelling.

Sure enough, as soon as Sax was sure he'd gotten past, the man grabbed him by the arm.

"Repent, man! What evils hast thou committed that thou wear black? Come and swear your faith to the heavens, as we all must!" The fanatic yelled.

Sax shook him off and tried to continue on his way, but the madman grabbed him again. This guy was tenacious.

"If thou dost not repent and join the faith, thou art destined for hell!"

Sax slammed the heel of his hand into the man's jaw savagely. He had even less patience for this than normal. "Let go!"

The man went down like a stick doll in a stiff wind and lay in the dirt. No one attempted to help him.

Sax sighed. After that, there was no way he'd be left alone. He'd have to leave town. Again. At least he didn't owe any more rent for his room.

As he strode irritably down the street, wondering how he would make his way through the next week, or where he could go. He'd been chased out of the last few cities in this direction, and he had no real plans for the future.

A colorful poster half-torn from the doors of an abandoned church unexpectedly provided the answer. It was a call to the Cruxis cause. They were being picked at constantly from all sides, and they could certainly use some hired help. He tore down the poster, memorizing the name of the city written at the bottom. It wasn't on his list of favorite locations, but he knew where it was, even if it was a trek of at least a week and a half through barren land.

Sax pulled an apple out of his satchel and set his feet on a hopeful course west to join the Cruxis.