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Gordo stood and raised his cup. “To the Forsaken Bastards that we are, and the heroes that we were.” He knocked back the cup and looked at Kharn with a nod. Vulpus walked in right then and smiled.

“I raise a personal toast to the Heroes you might yet be. When you all are done, please join me in the briefing room. We don’t have a mission yet, but there are some rumors of a possible ‘stealer cult brewing in an Agri world a system over. Wanna get all of my favorite people together and see what’s going on. Again, to my Forsaken Squad, and the Heroes you might just yet be.” Producing a flask he took a quick slug and headed out smiling. 

Kharn smashed his fists together. 

“Well? What are we waiting for? Eat on the way.” 

He grabbed two slices of bread and put a grox steak between them, leaving the room to follow Vulups. Taking a large bite, he chewed slowly, savoring the taste. He stepped around some servitors, looking at the walls and decorations of the Deathwatch Fortress. He looked at the tapestries, which detailed great victories or epic last stands of kill-teams. A large wall with the inscribed names of those who had passed away in the history of the Fortress. 

Would they put his name on this wall if he fell fighting for the Imperium?  Would they carve Kharn, Captain of the 8th Assault Company, World Eaters into the walls where they placed the names of their sacred heroes? Would they just put the name Kharn? List him as a War Hound? Or not put his name on at all? Gift his ax to some other warrior and leave his mouldering bones in a ditch on some back water world? 

Kharn growled and shook his head. Making sure no one was watching, he took his combat blade from his side and began scratching into the back side of one of the columns. When he was done, he blew the stone dust away and looked at his work. 

“Kharn, Captain of the 8th Assault Company, World Eater and War Hound, fought for the Deathwatch in this Fortress.”

Nodding, he continued on to find Vulups. 

Vulpus stuck a hand out of the briefing room and beckoned the gaggle of Marines in. Sitting in his chair he chuckled. 

“Why doesn’t it surprise me you’re eating a steak sandwich Kharn? Besides that how are my forsaken children doing hmm? Yes while you may all be much older than I, I still feel a fatherly presence for bringing all of my favorite people together into one big happy murderous family. That said, this mission is not like the last, it will require investigation first. There has been some suspected Genestealer Cult activity on an Agri world a sector over, and it’s believed they may have even gone so far as to have infected the planetary governor, and some of the brass in the PDF. So what this means is, we are gonna go looking before we start shooting, we need to find out who, where, and how far up it goes. Then we find the nest, and kill everything that moves especially the broodlord. I don’t know about any of you, but having taken down a broodlord, that’s an easier said than don task.” 

Kharn snorted. “That’s what they said about Daemon of the Heart of Desire. And I still took that bastard down.” 

Looking down at the table, he looked over the holo-map that was laid before him, watching as the blinking red lights and scrolling Gothic told him about the potential for battle, what areas would be the toughest to fight in, and what areas they would have to capture so they could control the response that went after them. 

“So? Where do we begin? Hell, who goes in? We’re not exactly small men here Inquisitor. We’re not going to be able to hide, or lie our way through the Palace.”