by Dan Abnett
Impasse
Illumination
The wolf and the moon
THEY ALL ROSE as the Warmaster entered the room. It was a large chamber in the Extranus compound where the Imperials met for their regular briefings. Large shield-glass windows overlooked the tumbling terraces of the forested city and the glittering ocean beyond.
Horus waited silently while six officers and servitors from the Master of Vox's company finished their routine sweep for spyware, and only spoke once they had activated the portable obscurement device in the corner of the room. The distant melodies of the aria were immediately blanked out.
Two weeks without solid agreement.’ Horus said, 'nor even a mutually acceptable scheme of how to continue. They regard us with a mixture of curiosity and caution, and hold us at arm's length. Any commentary?'
'We've exhausted all possibilities, lord.’ Maloghurst said, 'to the extent that I fear we are wasting our time. They will admit to nothing but a willingness to open and pursue ambassadorial links, with a view to trade
and some cultural exchange. They will not be led on the subject of alliance.’
'Or compliance.’ Abaddon remarked quietly.
'An attempt to enforce our will here.’ said Horus, 'would only confirm their worst opinions of us. We cannot force them into compliance.’
'We can.’ Abaddon said.
Then I'm saying we shouldn't.’ Horus replied.
'Since when have we worried about hurting people's feelings, lord?' Abaddon asked. Whatever our differences, these are humans. It is their duty and their destiny to join with us and stand with us, for the primary glory of Terra. If they will not...'
He let the words hang. Horus frowned. 'Someone else?'
- 'It seems certain that the interex has no wish to join us in our work.’ said Raldoron. They will not commit to a war, nor do they share our goals and ideals. They are content with pursuing their own destiny.’
Sanguineus said nothing. He allowed his Chapter Master to weigh in with the opinion of the Blood Angels, but kept his own considerable influence for Horus's ears alone.
'Maybe they fear we will try to conquer them.’ Loken said.
'Maybe they're right.’ said Abaddon. They are deviant in their ways. Too deviant for us to embrace them without forcing change.’
*We will not have war here.’ Horus said. We cannot afford it. We cannot afford to open up a conflict on this front. Not at this time. Not on the vast scale subduing the interex would demand. If they even need subduing.’
'Ezekyle has a valid point.’ said Erebus quietly. The interex, for good reasons, I'm sure, have built a society that is too greatly at variance to the model of human culture that the Emperor has proclaimed. Unless they
show a willingness to adapt, they must by necessity be regarded as enemies to our cause.’
'Perhaps the Emperor's model is too stringent.’ the Warmaster said flady.
There was a pause. Several of those present glanced at each other in quiet unease.
'Oh, come on!' Sanguinius exclaimed, breaking the silence. 'I see those looks. Are you honestly nursing concerns that our Warmaster is contemplating defiance of the Emperor? His father?' He laughed aloud at the very notion, and forced a few smiles to surface.
Abaddon was not smiling. The Emperor, beloved of all.’ he began, 'enfranchised us to do his bidding and make known space safe for human habitation. His edicts are unequivocal. We must suffer not the alien, nor the uncontrolled psyker, safeguard against the darkness of the warp, and unify the dislocated pockets of mankind. That is our charge. Anything else is sacrilege against his wishes.’
And one of his wishes.’ said Horus, 'was that I should be Warmaster, his sole regent, and strive to make his dreams reality. The crusade was born out of the Age of Strife, Ezekyle. Born out of war. Our ruthless approach of conquest and cleansing was formulated in a time when every alien form we met was hostile, every fragment of humanity that was not with us was profoundly opposed to us. War was the only answer. There was no room for subtlety, but two centuries have passed, and different problems face us. The bulk of war is over. That is why the Emperor returned to Terra and left us to finish the work. Ezekyle, the people of the interex are clearly not monsters, nor resolute foes. I believe that if the Emperor were with us today, he would immediately embrace the need for adaptation. He would not want us to wantonly destroy that which there is no good reason
to destroy. It is precisely to make such choices that he has placed his trust in me.'
He looked round at them all. 'He trusts me to make the decisions he would make. He trusts me to make no mistakes. I must be allowed the freedom to interpret policy on his behalf. I will not be forced into violence simply to satisfy some slavish expectation.’
A CHILL EVENING had covered the tiers of the city, and under layers of foliage stirred by the ocean's breath, the walkways and pavements were lit with frosty white lamps.
Loken's duty for that part of the night was as perimeter bodyguard. The commander was dining with Jephta Naud and other worthies at the general commander's palatial house. Horas had confided to the Mournival that he hoped to use the occasion to informally press Naud for some more substantial commitments, including the possibility that the interex might, at least in principle for now, recognise the Emperor as the true human authority. Such a suggestion had not yet been risked in formal talks, for the iterators had predicted it would be rejected out of hand. The Warmaster wanted to test the general commander's feelings on the subject in an atmosphere where any offence could be smoothed over as conjecture. Loken didn't much like the idea, but trusted his commander to couch it delicately. It was an uneasy time, well into the third week of their increasingly fruitless visit. Two days earlier, Pri-march Sanguinius had finally taken his leave and returned to Imperial territory with the Blood Angels contingents.
Horns clearly hated to see him go, but it was a prudent move, and one Sanguinius had chosen to make simply to buy his brother more time with the interex. Sanguinius was returning to deal direcdy with some of
the matters most urgently requiring the Warmaster's attention, and thus mollify the many voices pleading for his immediate re-call.
Naud's house was a conspicuously vast structure near the centre of the city. Six storeys high, it overhung one of the grander civic tiers and was formed from a great black-iron frame infilled with mosaics of varnished wood and coloured glass. The interex did not welcome armed foreigners abroad in their city, but a small detail of bodyguards was permitted for so august a personage as the Warmaster. Most of the substantial Imperial contingent was sequestered in the Extranus compound for the night. Torgaddon, and ten hand-picked men from his company, were inside the dining hall, acting as close guard, while Loken, with ten men of his own, roamed the environs of the house.
Loken had chosen Tenth Company's Sixth Squad, Walkure Tactical Squad, to stand duty with him. Through its veteran leader, Brother-sergeant Kairus, he'd spread the men out around the entry areas of the hall, and formulated a simple period of patrol.
The house was quiet, the city too. There was the sound of the soft ocean breeze, the hissing of the overgrowth, the splash and bell-tinkle of ornamental fountains, and the background murmur of the aria. Loken strolled from chamber to chamber, from shadow to light. Most of the house's public spaces were lit from sources within the walls, so they played matrices of shade and colour across the interior, cast by the inset wall panels of rich wood and coloured gem-glass. Occasionally, he encountered one of Walkure on a patrol loop, and exchanged a nod and a few quiet words. Less frequendy, he saw scurrying servants running courses to and from the closed dining hall, or crossed the path of Naud's own sentries, mosdy armoured gleves, who said nothing, but saluted to acknowledge him.
Naud's house was a treasure trove of art, some of it mystifyingly alien to Loken's comprehension. The art was elegantly displayed in lit alcoves and on free-standing plinths with their own shimmering field protection. He understood some of it. Por
traits and busts, paintings and light sculptures, pictures of interex nobles and their families, studies of animals or wildflowers, mountain scenes, elaborate and ingenious models of unnamed worlds opened in mechanical cross-section like the layers of an onion.
In one lower hallway in the eastern wing of the house, Loken came upon an artwork that especially arrested him. It was a book, an old book, large, rumpled, illuminated, and held within its own box field. The lurid woodcut illuminations caught his eye first, the images of devils and spectres, angels and cherubs. Then he saw it was written in the old text of Terra, the language and form that had survived from prehistory to The Chronicles of Ursh that lay, still unfinished, in his arming chamber. He peered at it. A wave of his hand across the field's static charge turned the pages. He turned them right back to the front and read the tide page in its bold woodblock.
A Marvelous Historie of Eevil; Being a warninge to Man Kind on the Abuses ofSorcerie and the Seduction of the Daemon.
That has taken your eye, has it?'
Loken rose and turned. A royal officer of the interex stood nearby, watching him. Loken knew the man, one of Naud's subordinate commanders, by the name of Mithras Tull. What he didn't know was how Tull had managed to come up on him wifhout Loken noticing.
'It is a curious thing, commander.’ he said.
Tull nodded and smiled. A gleve, his weighted spear was leant against a pillar behind him, and he had removed his visor to reveal his pleasant, honest face. A likeness.’ he said.
A what?'
'Forgive me, that is the word we have come to use to refer to things that are old enough to display our common heritage. A likeness. That book means as much to you as it does to us, I'm sure.'
'It is curious, certainly.’ Loken admitted. He unclasped his helm and removed it, out of politeness. 'Is there a problem, commander?'
Tull made a dismissive gesture. 'No, not at all. My duties are akin to yours tonight, captain. Security. I'm in charge of the house patrols.’
Loken nodded. He gestured back at the ancient book on display. 'So tell me about this piece. If you've the time?'
'It's a quiet night.’ Tull smiled again. He came forward, and brushed the field with his metal-sleeved fingers to flip the pages. 'My lord Jephta adores this book. It was composed during the early years of our history, before the interex was properly founded, during our outwards expansion from Terra. Very few copies remain. A treatise against the practice of sorcery.’
'Naud adores it?' Loken asked.
'As a... what was your word again? A curiosity?' There was something strange about Tull's voice, and Loken finally realised what it was. This was die first conversation he'd had with a representative of die interex without meturge players producing the aria in the background. 'It's such a woe-begotten, dark age piece.’ Tull continued. 'So doomy and apocalyptic. Imagine, captain... men of Terra, voyaging out into the stars, equipped with great and wonderful technologies, and fearing the dark so much they have to compose treatises on daemons.’
'Daemons?'
'Indeed. This warns against witches, gross practices, familiars, and the arts by which a man might transform into a daemon and prey upon his own kind.’
Some became daemons and turned upon their own.
'So... you regard it as a joke? An odd throwback to unenlightened days?'
Tull shrugged. 'Not a joke, captain. Just an old-fashioned, alarmist approach. The interex is a mature society. We understand the threat of Kaos well enough, and set it in its place.'
'Chaos?'
Tull frowned. 'Yes, captain. Kaos. You say the word like you've never heard it before.’
'I know the word. You say it like it has a specific connotation.’
'Well, of course it has.’ Tull said. 'No star-faring race in the cosmos can operate without understanding the nature of Kaos. We thank the eldar for teaching us the rudiments of it, but we would have recognised it soon enough without their help. Surely, one can't use the Immaterium for any length of time without coming to terms with Kaos as a...' his voice trailed off. 'Great and holy heavens! You don't know, do you?'
'Don't know what?' Loken snapped.
Tull began to laugh, but it wasn't mocking. 'All this time, we've been pussy-footing around you and your great Warmaster, fearing the worst.
Loken took a step forward. 'Commander.’ he said, 'I will own up to ignorance and embrace illumination, but I will not be laughed at.’
'Forgive me.’
Tell me why I should. Illuminate me.’ Tull stopped laughing and stared into Loken's face. His blue eyes were terribly cold and hard. 'Kaos is the damnation of all mankind, Loken. Kaos will outlive us and dance on our ashes. All we can do, all we can strive for, is to recognise its menace and keep it at bay, for as long as we persist.’ 'Not enough.’ said Loken.
Tull shook his head sadly. We were so wrong.’ he said.
'About what?'
'About you. About the Imperium. I must go to Naud at once and explain this to him. If only the substance of this had come out earlier...'
'Explain it to me first. Now. Here.’
Tull gazed at Loken for a long, silent moment, as if judging his options. Finally, he shrugged and said, 'Kaos is a primal force of the cosmos. It resides within the Immaterium... what you call the warp. It is a source of the most malevolent and complete corruption and evil. It is the greatest enemy of mankind - both interex and Imperial, I mean - because it destroys from within, like a canker. It is insidious. It is not like a hostile alien form to be defeated or expunged. It spreads like a disease. It is at the root of all sorcery and magic. It is...'
He hesitated and looked at Loken with a pained expression. 'It is the reason we have kept you at arm's length. You have to understand that when we first made contact, we were exhilarated, overjoyed. At last. At last! Contact with our lost kin, contact with Terra, after so many generations. It was a dream we had all cherished, but we knew we had to be careful. In the ages since we last had contact with Terra, things might have changed. An age of strife and damnation had passed. There was no guarantee that the men, who looked like men, and claimed to come from Terra in the name of a new Ter-ran Emperor, might not be agents of Kaos in seemly guise. There was no guarantee that while the men of the interex remained pure, the men of Terra might have become polluted and transformed by the ways of Kaos.’
"We are not-'
'Let me finish, Loken. Kaos, when it manifests, is brutal, rapacious, warlike. It is a force of unquenchable destruction. So the eldar have taught us, and the kine-brach, and so the pure men of the interex have stood to
check Kaos wherever it rears its warlike visage. Tell me, captain, how warlike do you appear? Vast and bulky, bred for battle, driven to destroy, led by a man you happily title Warmaster? War master? What manner of rank is that? Not Emperor, not commander, not general, but Warmaster. The bluntness of the term reeks of Kaos. We want to embrace you, yearn to embrace you, to join with you, to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, but we fear you, Loken. You resemble the enemy we have been raised from birth to anticipate. The all-conquering, unrelenting daemon of Kaos-war. The bloody-handed god of annihilation.'
'That is not us,' said Loken, aghast.
Tull nodded eagerly. 'I know it. I see it now. Truly. We have made a mistake in our delays. There is no taint in you. There is only the most surprising innocence.'
Til try not to be offended.'
Tull laughed and clasped his hands around Loken's right fist. 'No need, no need. We can show you the dangers to watch for. We can be brothers and-'
He paused suddenly, and took his hands away.
'What is it?' Loken asked.
Tull was listening to his comm-relay. His face darkened. 'Understood.’ he said to his collar mic. 'Action at once.’
He looked back at Loken. 'Security lock-down, captain. Would... I'm sorry, this seems very blunt after what we've just been saying... but would you surrender your weapons to me?'
'My weapons?'
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'I'm sorry, commander. I can't do that. Not while my commander is in the building.’
Tull cleared his throat and carefully fitted his visor plate to his armour. He reached out and carefully took hold of his spear. 'Captain Loken.’ he said, his voice
now gusting from his audio relays, 'I demand you turn your weapons over to me at this time.’
Loken took a step back. 'For what reason?'
'I don't have to give a reason, dammit! I'm officer of the watch, on interex territory. Hand over your weapons!'
Loken clamped his own helm in place. The visor screens were alarmingly blank. He checked sub-vox and security channels, trying to reach Kairus, Torgaddon or any of the bodyguard detail. His suit systems were being comprehensively blocked.
'Are you damping me?' he asked.
'City systems are damping you. Hand me your sidearm, Loken.’
'I'm afraid I can't. My priority is to safeguard my commander.’
Tull shook his armoured head. 'Oh, you're clever. Very clever. You almost had me there. You almost had me believing you were innocent.’
Tull, I don't know what's going on.’
'Naturally you don't.’
'Commander Tull, we had reached an understanding, man to man. Why are you doing this?'
'Seduction. You almost had me. It was very good, but you got the timing off. You showed your hand too soon.’
'Hand? What hand?'
'Don't pretend. The Hall of Devices is burning. You've made your move. Now the interex replies.’
Tull.’ Loken warned, placing his hand firmly on the pommel of his blade. 'Don't make me fight you.’
With a snarl of disappointed rage, Tull swung his spear at Loken.
The interex officer moved with astounding speed. Even with his hand on his blade, Loken had no time to draw it. He managed to snatch up his plated arms to
fend off the blow, and die two that followed it. The lightweight armour of the interex soldiery seemed to facilitate the most dazzling motion and dexterity, perhaps even augmenting the user's natural abilities, lull's attack was fluent and professional, slicing in blows with die long spear blade designed to force Loken back and down into submission. The microfine edge of the blade hacked several deep gouges into Loken's plating.