Dangers within and without........

Iron gray ceramite boots stomped down the narrow ferrocrete hallway towards the Imperial Ops Center.

Lord Gerrick ducked his head as he and Lord Bulveye entered the command center. "Wolves answer your summons, Inquistior," Bulveye growled as Inquisitor Acoloyte Drixtol turned to face the two Space Wolves.

"We still await Captain Rikhen, or at least what is left of him." Drixtol drawled as he turned his back on the two waiting wolves.  As he finished turning, another faint sound of footfalls sounded as Rikhen stooped through the narrow doorway. "The Emperor calls, and the Raptors answer," Rikhen said as he made the sign of the Aquila to the Inquisitors back.

"You performance of late has been abysmal, you call yourselves Astartes?" Drixtol barked from the vox console. "For every foot my troops gain, you lose a yard.  What is your answer for this?"

Bulveye spat on the ground behind Drixtol "The foe is determined.....we are as tide against a cliff, slowly whittling away at the defenses, but our attacks are confounded.  For every one of the metal devils we send to the gray, another takes its place.  It's not hard to knock them down, it's getting them to stay down that is the trick."

"The kine.......the Greenskins are a determined foe also my lord inquisitor" Rikhen answered in a whisper.  "They do not rise, but their numbers are great. Many Raptors have rang the Great Bell in service to the Emperor, yet the greenskin will not capitulate."

"Then we must redouble our efforts, so this capital city does not fall.  We shall not shirk in the face of our duty brothers......oh yes, we are brothers in this battle.  He who sheds his blood with me this day shall forever be my brother.  Get out there and crush the enemies of mankind......for they are surely ready to do that to us."  Drixtol never once turned to look at the Astartes, but they knew that they had been dismissed.

As the exchange ends, one of the vox operators slowly turns his head back to his vox, only slightly aware that the vox had been left open to an undisclosed frequency. Lord Hateksut send a pulse to his crypteks......

--Open a pulse synaptic channel to Iniherit, the vermin's forces are in disarray, just as he predicted. --

--Lord Iniherit, is is just as your oracle divined, the enemy forces are in disorder. Only a short time now until the final push can be orchestrated.  Are we sure that the greenskins can be counted on to do what we want?--

--My dear Hateksut, of course they can....The Greenskin menace has countered Lord Imhotek time and time again.....but one thing can be counted on, when the battles commence, the greenskin horde will fall on whatever army is in it's path.....it would be wise to be sure that it is not our forces in that situation, agreed?--

--Agreed Iniherit. I will have my flesh slave send altered coordinates to the giants commanders to confound them, lead them into a greenskin trap.  For the Dynasty!--

--For the Dynasty indeed.--

The vox operators blood shot eyes blinked twice and started voxing altered coordinates to the Astartes, raging behind his uncontrollable actions for the carnage he was about to cause........