Having vanquished the mutant hordes at Lungstone Bridge the Redeemer led us towards the final prize: a lost STC archeotech for a rare field technology that would aid greatly the cause of the Redemption, and the overall Imperium in our crusade against the forces of evil
But the path of the true believer is fraught with trials and danger, and a vast army of heretics had assembled to contest control of the holy relic
The vicious harridans of escher had come armed with their blasphemous tools of heresy
Joined in the malefic deed by the corrupt mercenaries of house Helmawr
And the brutal goliath, who in their deviancy had allied themselves with a repulsive xenos
Despite these odds our hearts were filled with the fervour of the faith
And led by the holy Redeemer we advanced fearlessly towards the archaic console containing the sacred archeotech data
First to fall was the hulking goliath leader, who tripped and fell from a gantry to his doom, no doubt struck down by the almighty hand of the lord Emperor Himself
The enforcers had begun to assault our position next to a stack of cargo crates, but valiant brother Sebastian brought the word of Redemption to them with the fiery edge of his eviscerator
On the far side of the dome both eschers and goliaths clashed in a furious struggle that no doubt benefited our cause. ¡So joyous to see the heretics slaughter themselves, thus lifting the burden of their cleansing from the crusaders of the one true faith!
We didn't spare our wrath from them of course, and by flame and iron were the deviants chastised
And our hearts gave praise as the hideous alien sellsword was taken down by the enforcer cyberhound, paying through pain for the repeated sin of its existence
By then the goliath leader had bleed out on the floor, too wounded to witness the arrival of his reinforcements into the battlefield
While he bid his time for a rush on the datashrine, the Redeemer instructed us to take down the escher vixens, who equipped with twisted flamers were a greater threat than the so called lawmen of the hive
In the distance we beheld a great inferno of flames and death, a suitably fiery crucible were two gangs of heretics were consuming themselves maddened by the weight of their sins and greed. Verily only in the Emperor lays salvation from a life of mindless life and avarice, so it is written
Our struggle was not without loss however, and one of our brethren was martyred by the faithless judge at the head of the enforcer scum
Such a loss instead of disheartening the faithful, brings him only joy for the passing of the soul into the Emperor's kingdom, and with it was with hope rather than dread that we redoubled our efforts, myself slashing down one of the deviants
By then our right hand had been secured with holy fire
And in the left I, deacon Malakev, led the purge of the escher rabble
And by the Emperor's will was the corrupt judge brought to account for his grievous sins!
Time was running out for all gangs however, and a mad rush began to secure the data
A blessed endeavor led by Klovis himslef
Who charged valiantly through enemy fire, spreading the flames of redemption with his Sword of Persecution, followed by faithful templars who cleansed the shrine form the heretic taint
Alas the goliaths were not yet broken, and made a frenzied rush towards our lines
But in a providential act, no doubt inspired by the Master of Mankind, an escher ganger shot her flamer into the musclebrain brutes, a fiery blaze that despite wounding the Redeemer also set on a fire the goliath scum, vanquishing their hopes of contesting the console
With all opposition annihilated the crusade took hold of the data shrine, extracting the blessed STC and delivering it to the Halls of Redemption, praise be!
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