MAGMA LORD
I
From
the command bridge of the battle-barge Ignis
et Sangui, Brother-Librarian Horrin saw the planet's features taking shape:
the rockcrete spires of the single hive city's towering buildings; the gaping,
hundred-thousand square mile hole in the ground known as the
"Crater"; and most memorable of all, the Mountain of the Lords, the
volcanic behemoth that dominates almost a third of planet's surface.
Home at last.
Horrin
descended the stairs of the bridge, passing by the astropath psykers wired into
the ship's Machine Spirit. As
he walked down the corridor to the main hangar bay, Horrin's giant form made a
resonating boom with each of his armored footsteps. His eight foot tall frame
towered over the over the occasional serf that hurried by. His regal blue
armor, accented with crimson and black, shone in the hallway lamps.
The
Librarian was weary. It is true that all Space Marines undergo extensive
physical training and genetic modification and that all Librarians possess
extremely potent minds and psychic abilities. Nevertheless, it was all Horrin
could do to hide his fatigue.
He
was not so much physically tired - the Apothecary had tended well to the arm
wound Horrin had received from an exceptionally large Ork Nob. Rather, it was
Horrin's mental state that was taking a toll on him. He felt an ever-present,
ominous feeling pressing against his mind. He had experienced only once the
psychic presence of the Tyranid Hive Mind, but this was different. He could not
put his finger on it exactly.
The
mechanically distorted voice of a servitor crackled over the speakers and
interrupted his train of thought. Attention.
Five minutes until the first of the Thunderhawks are clear for departure to the
surface.
At long last, Horrin thought to himself.
I can see the Chapter House again.
Horrin
reached the hangar and passed through the giant door. Inside he saw the
servitors already loading his materials into his personal Thunderhawk gunship.
There was also a small cluster of his fellow Battle-Brothers gathered around a
dormant Rhino armored transport. Horrin recognized them all
Brothers
Astion, Paxon, Vastius, and Sabian were in a heated debate over something or
another. Horrin could have used his psychic abilities to catch their words, but
he personally frowned upon using his powers on his fellow marines. Also, the
Techmarine Fortis may have been listening to the others' conversation but appeared
focused on performing ritual blessings over the Rhino's Machine Spirit.
Horrin
came closer so he could hear but still kept his distance to stay out of sight.
"But
we live to die! That is our
purpose," Sabian was saying. "Every one of us understood this when we
took our oaths. We are war!"
"Of
course Sabian, but we must not throw our lives away without purpose. To die in
battle in the name of the Chapter and Emperor is honorable, but not if there is
no purpose." This husky voice belonged to Paxon.
"Of
course, but that's exactly my point!" Sabian's temper was rising now, but
he did well to hide it. "There are always enemies of the Emperor. So as
long as we die fighting them, is there ever an instance in which there is no
meaning to our deaths?"
The
Vastius nodded his consent but replied, "This is so. Nevertheless, I would
still like to have some moment of respite to meditate and train. I feel it is
possible give our lives needlessly if we are not at our top shape."
"Aye,
and you shall get that rare peace, Brother Vastius." Horrin stepped out
from the dimness of his hiding place.
"Ah!
Brother-Librarian!" Vastius and his comrades whirled around in surprise.
Fortis, however, simply chuckled under his breath. His Servo-skulls must have
warned him of Horrin's presence. "You startled me."
"No
need for alarm. It is only me," Horrin replied with a tired smile.
"Are the rest of you as eager as Vastius to return to the Chapter House?"
The
marines nodded at him, though Horrin could notice that Sabian was the least
enthusiastic in his response, as if his thoughts were elsewhere. Horrin did not
address the matter, though.
"Mmm.
It has been a long campaign. I'm sure that Aquien is already preparing the
prayers and eulogies for our fallen brothers." At the mention of their
dead comrades, the other four Astartes bowed their heads.
A
Chapter serf then approached Horrin.
"My
Lord Librarian, your Thunderhawk awaits you. The servitors have finished
loading your materials."
"Thank
you," Horrin replied with a nod. "Let the pilot know I'll be their
momentarily."
During
this interruption, the other marines had begun to disperse. Now, only Sabian
and Paxon remained. Horrin caught him before he too left.
"Brother
Sabian? A moment please."
"Yes
Brother-Librarian?"
"Tell
me. Am I correct in presuming that you wish to be dispatched again?"
Sabian
knew that the Librarian was searching within him, using his abilities to peer
into his mind and soul. Nevertheless, Sabian made an attempt to give an excuse.
"In
the Emperor's service, of course."
"Vastius
and Paxon spoke some wise words. You should be thankful for this momentary
peace. Even if more of our brothers are still spreading the Emperor's light, do
not feel selfish for having this respite."
"I
understand."
"Take
their words to heart. A strong mind is not the same as being headstrong. Do not
rush the course of history." Then, with a lighter tone in his voice and
even a slight smile, Horrin said, "Now if you will excuse me, I have to go
home."
II
In
contrast to the hive city and its simply constructed buildings, the Magma
Lords’ chapter house was highly decorated, adorned with bas-reliefs, murals and
statues. However, in comparison to the chapter houses of more established,
older chapters, the Magma Lords’ chapter house was rather small. This was in no
small amount due to their relatively recent founding, not even a thousand years
ago.
As
Horrin descended the ramp of the Thunderhawk, he walked with a quick gait
straight to the Librarium. There he could finally resume his studies, examining
the new artifacts, relics, and tomes brought back from this most recent
campaign.
The
Librarium consisted of several subterranean levels directly beneath the chapter
house. It was the home of thousands upon thousands of documents and artifacts.
Chapter serfs and servitors were always busily shuffling about the great,
torch-lit halls, but despite their constant movement, the Librarium remained a
relatively quiet place.
Because
of the chapter's vague history, they held knowledge and learning as key tenets and a way of life. Also, the Magma
Lords had a strong suspicion of their lineage to Vulkan and his chapter the
Salamanders, though there was not enough evidence to prove it.
Horrin
walked passed shelf after shelf of tomes, codices, and manuscripts until he
reached his personal office. The dim study was sparsely furnished with a cot, a
chair and two desks each piled with stacks of papers. Also there was a simple,
gold Aquila mounted on the wall above the head of the cot. But something else
was in the room that was not normally there.
With
his psychic mind, Horrin detected that he was not alone in the small room.
"As
elusive as always, Inquisitor"
"As
keen as ever, Brother-Librarian"
Horrin
turned his gaze to the figure leaning against the wall. For several moments,
the two simply looked at each other, tense, but not flinching a muscle. At
last, and almost simultaneously, the Librarian and Inquisitor broke out into
the grins that only lifelong friends could share.
"How
are you, my old friend? By the Emperor it's good to see you again," Vekman
said, embracing his friend.
"Remus,
it has indeed been far too long," Horrin replied as he returned the
embrace. "Though I must admit, this visit comes as quite a surprise."
"A
surprise? Truly, as an Astartes Librarian I would have thought you would be
impervious to surprises!" he jibed.
Horrin's
grin widened at the joke. He truly did need a chance to regroup his thoughts
and rest his weary mind and body. "True enough, but not even mighty,
all-knowing Horrin could foresee your next move, you fox. But tell me in
earnest: to what purpose do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"Mmm.
Your prudence has certainly not left you, old friend. I suppose we should
address the matters I have brought." At this, Vekman's tone became
noticeably more serious. "You see, I have come looking for certain
truths."
"Truths,
my friend?"
"Indeed.
I deeply regret to be the one required to head this investigation--"
"Investigation?
Do you mean to say that my chapter is under the watch of the Inquisition? I was
unaware of any causes for such action."
Vekman
paused to take a breath before starting again. "I deeply regret to be the
one required to head this investigation," he repeated, "but my
superiors found that I have the best knowledge of the Magma Lords chapter. It
has come to the attention of the Inquisition that the Magma Lords have become
increasingly active in their studying of relics and artifacts. Our most recent
reports say that several squads from the Magma Lords Fifth Company have just
returned from the traitor held world of Rorgatha VI. My friend, all I need is
to see and document what you retrieved. Once I can prove you have no tainted or
blasphemous artifacts, you and your chapter will have no marks against
you."
"Are
you saying that there is currently a
mark against us?"
"Horrin,
I know you are innocent. But my authorities cannot take my word by itself. They
desire proof. Please. Let me see."
Horrin
stood silently for a moment. His eyes directed at the Inquisitor, but his focus
was not there. His thoughts were elsewhere. Then, looking square at Vekman and
with a note of firmness in his voice, he replied, "I cannot."
"What?"
asked Vekman, surprise appearing in his eyes.
"I
cannot show you our Librarium's contents."
"If
there is nothing to hide then what harm is there in letting me see? Please! Let
me see!"
"No!"
"I
do not want to do this, but if you don't show me your chapter's most recent
finds you, leave me with no choice but to excommunicate you and the entire
Magma Lords chapter! Now show me the relics!"