Ultramarines: A Warhammer 40,000 Movie Page #2

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Think silently, Pythol.

Simply reflecting, Captain.

A bad omen.

Just bale-fire, Pythol.

I thought you were the weather expert.

This is impetuous.

We do not know what we're walking into.

Do we ever?

We're the Emperor's chosen, my friend.

Of course, Captain.

- Captain?

- Go ahead, Crastor.

- We have reached the edge of the storm.

- Anything to report?

Scopes are blind.

Visibility is shut right down.

Do you want us to advance?

Negative. Hold your position.

Acknowledged.

- Something's wrong...

- What?

You really don't hear that?

There!

Lycos! Punch it!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

Who was that?

Verenor?

Proteus discharged his weapon, Captain.

Brother Proteus, report!

There's something here, Captain.

Something shadowing us.

I ran an auspex sweep, Captain.

There is nothing.

- I saw something!

- What?

I'll tell you what.

The effects of first-time nerves

on the trigger-finger, that's what!

I saw something, Captain!

- Captain?

- False alarm, Crastor.

Pull yourself together.

There will be plenty to shoot at

soon enough.

When command is mine,

I will not tolerate weak links.

He will be ready when it counts.

Ultima Squad vox test. Call off.

- Lycos, aye.

- Crastor, aye.

- Junor, aye.

- Maxillius, aye.

- Remulus, aye.

- Boreas, aye.

- Decius, aye.

- Verenor, aye.

- Hypax, aye.

- Proteus, aye.

Pythol, aye.

Squad is aye, Captain.

Captain! Captain Severus!

Great Terra!

Lmperial Fists.

The shrine guard.

Dead. Decayed.

Nothing left to save...

This is desecration.

This is vile desecration.

This is the handiwork of Chaos.

Continuing with this mission

would not be an act of valor.

It would be a waste of this squad...

In your opinion, apothecary.

We have an obligation

to warn the Chapter House.

Your courageous recommendation

is noted, Pythol.

- Crastor, scout ahead.

- Yes, Captain.

Do we still have a fix on that beacon?

Fix is still clean, Captain.

That beacon may lead us

to someone who can...

...explain.

There was no valor in this end.

They gave their lives

in the service of the Emperor.

That is valor enough for me.

- Crastor, report!

- First bridge ahead, Captain.

Crastor's halted, Captain.

Crastor? Lycos? Report.

Verenor, advance with me.

- Captain, I...

- Verenor, I said.

Stay here, Proteus.

Keep the squad here.

Crastor? Lycos?

Throne of Terra!

Take cover!

Supporting fire!

- Come on!

- The Captain ordered us to hold position!

- The Captain is in trouble!

- Boreas! Hold fast!

Boreas!

- You intact?

- Yes, Captain.

First blood to you, Verenor.

So, now we know our enemy.

Chaos Space Marines.

Yes, Chaos indeed.

Black Legion.

Tell me.

Three.

Crastor and Lycos.

Boreas.

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