Ультрамарины

A WARHAMMER 40,000 OMNIBUS

THE ULTRAMARINES

Graham McNeill

++Priority Transmission: Coding/Delta/Rouge++

++Recipient: Loyal Imperial Commanders – as

designated by Commissariat, The Librarius Staff,

Inquisitor Baptiste & Canoness Arrea.++

++Subject: Traitors and Executions++

++Author: Andrei Viktorov – Scrivenor-in-

attendance to Inquisitor Nikolay Vinogradov++

++Thought for the Day: To cheat is both

cowardly and dishonourable++

Attention all loyal citizens of the Imperium!!!

Scanning of sacred books is a mortal sin!

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Whispered by Tzeentch, Lord of Hidden

Knowledge.

Inspired by Slaanesh, Master of Forbidden

Pleasures.

Resist foul machinations of the Dark Gods

and buy books from the Black Library.

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Thought of the Day: All traitors will be

executed without mercy and compassion!

Inquisition is watching YOU!

CHAINS OF COMMAND

CONCEALED AT THE edge of the jungle, Veteran Sergeant Uriel Ventris stared through the pouring rain at the grey, rockcrete bunker at the end of the bridge and tallied off the number of sentries he could see. There were four rebel troopers in the open, but they were sloppy, unconcerned, and that was going to kill them. They sheltered in the lee of the bunker's armoured door, smoking and talking. It was unforgivable stupidity, but Uriel always gave thanks whenever his enemies displayed such foolishness. The hissing of the warm rain falling through the canopy of thick, drooping fronds and bouncing from the rocks muffled all sounds. The roaring of the mighty river in the gorge below only added to the noise.

Moisture glistened on his blue shoulder guards, dripping from the inlaid Chapter insignia of the Ultramarines. He slipped from his hidden position and ghosted through the drizzle, the actuators in his powered armour hissing as the fibre-bundle muscles enhanced his every movement. Uriel slid clear his combat knife and tested its edge, even though he knew it was unnecessary. The gesture was force of habit, learned at the earliest age by the people of Calth. The long blade was triangular in section, its edges lethally sharp and designed to slip easily between a victim's ribs, breaking them as it penetrated.

It was a tool for killing, nothing more.