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Uriel swept his boltgun left and right. The rain cut visibility dramatically and even his power armour’s auto-senses were having a hard time penetrating the greyness. He could discern no movement or signs of life in the settlement and the evidence of his own sense told him that there had been nothing living in this place for many weeks. ‘Sector Prime, clear!’ came a shout over the vox-net. ‘Sector Secundus, clear!’ ‘Sector Tertiarus, clear!’ Uriel lowered his weapon and slid it into the restraining clip on his thigh. ‘All squad sergeants converge on me. Keep perimeters secure,’ he ordered. Seconds later, Uriel’s sergeants, Venasus, Dardino and Pasanius, his flamer sputtering in the falling rain, gathered at the foot of the temple stairs. What you must know ! The ascent of the Emperor marked the end of a long era of human history, an age typified by inter-human warfare and a gradual decline of the acculumated knowledge of millennia. This was the Age of Strife. The high point of scientific achievement had occured thousands of years before, in the yet older age known now as the Dark Age of Technology. |
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