[i]"Men and women aboard the Bloodwrath. Hear me now and know that this is true. You have failed the Emperor and his teachings. Each passing moment left inactive against the Great Enemy is an affront to His holy name and works. You all have been corrupted in mind and soul. You follow a leader that males deals with Terra's greatest enemy since Horus and yet you still sit in simple adoration. You have failed and will never be granted asylum by any Imperial World as long as you live. I give you a simple chance of redemption. Join me, take up arms against the evils that have held you still and strike against the Great Enemy. For this is the very tenant of the Imperial Creed. Suffer not the Heretic. Those who do not join us in our righteousness of purpose have indeed fallen from the Imperial Truth and cannot be saved by mortal hands. Instead we shall offer the unrighteous as an offering to the true God of man so that he may sort the blessed from the damned. We strike soon."[/i] The man leans over the cognator and taps a series of commands sending the recording to be played on loops across the imperial sections of the ship. The body of an attendant lay across the floor with the sign of the Aquila brutally carved across his chest. The man simply leaves as he completes his work his golden armor shining in the dim glow of the transmission room in stark contrast to the twin bloodied chainswords across his back. [spoiler]We fight tommarow at dawn.[/spoiler]