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It was here an idea began to form within the mind of the Primarch. It was a stupid thought that he did not have time to verify with either the Priesthood or the Warsmiths. But there was no time and the distortion which threatened the vessels of the Iron Warriors was coming closer and closer.
With a flick of his mind he demanded that all Gellar Field systems were to be activated. He doubled their command with emergency priority which meant no one within the fleet would be able to reject his command. Such was needed, for in any other circumstance either the Priesthood would stupidly call him a heretic or reasonably say that their ships would implode upon the activation of these systems.
But Perturabo knew this was not the case. Referencing the Psionic Sensors it only came to confirm that the Hurud are indeed being of the Warp. So many months of bickering only for it to be confirmed at this damned moment!
If he ever gets the chance to string up his brother he will demand why there was so much secrecy. Perturabo would yell in his brother’s face that he was finished with this damned obfuscation and that whatever he was hiding should come to light! He did not care about dogma or gods, he wanted to know the Truth!
As he thought that Perturabo then wondered if his brother might actually give him what he was asking. In an instant he felt horror, somehow, for he knew that his brother had attempted to bring some kind of enlightenment to Perturabo. That piece of Blackstone was in his chambers, hanging upon a pedestal as Perturabo had yet to determine what he was going to do with it.
Quickly he wiped such thoughts from his mind and focused on the present. As he guessed the Gellar Fields were able to stabilize within the current state of space. That was great, perfect even, for it was the last line of defense that Perturabo could try and have realized.
It was then that he watched his first few ships be impacted by the wave which corrupted space itself. He could see the Gellar Fields flicker for a moment before they collapsed under the pressure of the psychic forces present.
It was a gamble that he lost. He tried to start managing individual ships, but this ended up turning each vessel into a test as he was so ignorant of what he was trying to do. For his entire life Perturabo was hailed as a Genius but at the one moment it mattered he could make his will realized!
So goes his life. He knows it will not end here but he hated that there was even a chance of that. So much still to do, and he was going to be ruined by time.
Perturabo felt his mind’s eye return to his body. In realization, to his greatest shame, that he was now looking upon the Maelstrom for another moment in his life. As he stared at it, the Maelstrom stared back. And then it disappeared.
