We finally seem to be getting into the meat of things in this chapter, it starts with Forbes looking over the information that the Astropaths and Librarians found and confirming that the Tyranids' main focus is on Meridian.
Thaddeus looked up, his youthful face lined and drawn.
'Meridian?' he repeated, disbelief echoing in his words.
Sergeant Aramus nodded. They were still awaiting the arrival of Sergeant Tarkus and First Squad to the village, but he'd summoned the other squad leaders - Avitus, Thaddeus, and Cyrus - to apprise them of the most recent news from the ships in orbit.
'Emperor's Throne,' Cyrus said, an uncharacteristic display for the stoic veteran.
'We have yet to make contact with Meridian, but Lexicanium Konan and the astropaths on theSword of Hadrianare working in concert to get word through to Governor Vandis and his people. But the fact remains that the tyranid threat will soon reach Meridian, if it hasn't already.'
'But surely the Planetary Defence Force would be in a position to respond to any initial incursion…' Thaddeus began, his voice trailing off as he went.
'When have you known a PDF capable of finding their backsides with both hands and an auspex?' Avitus answered with a snarl.
You'd figure that they'd be less surprised by the idea of the Tyranids trying to eat a hive world. And Avitus has noticed that PDF forces are not that good.
Thaddeus scowled, but knew that Aramus was right. Meridian was a hive world, home to billions of inhabitants. Every square kilometre of the planet was developed to some degree, with habs - enormous cities that stretched from horizon to horizon - covering most of its surface.
That's odd, there seemed to be a fairly large distance between hives in the game.
'The grim reality that we must face,' Aramus said, pointedly glancing in Cyrus's direction, recalling the Scout sergeant's constant refrain to the neophytes in his charge, 'is that Typhon Primaris is already a lost cause. This world is subject to a late-stage infestation, and we lack the resources and the time to even consider doing anything to reverse it. But Meridian is the capital of the sub-sector, home to billions, and if even some of those billions are to survive what is to follow, then we need to travel to Meridian with all possible speed and stop the tyranid incursion before it has a chance to take root.'
Called it, with this, Meridian and Typhon are both destroyed in this novelisation despite surviving in the games, and of course Meridian is the capital of the sub-sector, every other planet in the bloody sector has been taken out.
After this, they announce their intention to depart for Meridian while Forbes tries to evacuate as many as she can.
A short while later, Aramus surveyed the assembled villagers. Except for the three youths selected to accompany the Blood Ravens back to theArmageddon,the rest would be staying here, to wait for the creeping tide of tyranid infestation to finally reach this far. Even if he had wished to take the rest of the terrified villagers with them, there wasn't room in the Thunderhawks to carry them, nor space in the strike cruiser for them to be held.
It's a small village, how can there not be room on the cruisers?
As they're getting ready to leave, Tarkus asks to remain on the planet with his squad to keep the Tyranids away from the village while Forbes tries to evacuate them as a way of making amends for how he wasn't there when his home planet was eaten by the Tyranids.
The scene then changes to Gordian treating Thule again with his various anti-toxins not working and the scene ending as he gets ready to try the final one.
We then go back to Forbes explaining to Mitchels why she isn't going back to help with Meridian's defence.
A tight smile played across Forbes's lips, and she folded her hands in her lap. 'Leaving aside the fact that we have, as yet, been unable to make contact with Governor Vandis - and far be it from me to second-guess the thoughts of His Most Noble Excellency - we are not discussing a planetary evacuation. There isn't time for that many runs down into the gravity well and up again, for one thing, and not enough resources to house them all on board, for another. What we are talking about is preserving the life of a scant few hundred Typhonians who, but for our intervention, would very quickly find themselves in the belly of the Great Devourer itself. The rest of the Aurelia Battle-group is already en route to Meridian as we speak, and we should be able to join them within a day or two, at the outside, by which time we'll be in a position to lead an attack against any and all orbital elements of the tyranid fleet, and to provide cover for Sergeant Aramus and his Blood Ravens as they wage the ground war.' She paused, and her tight smile widened, if only fractionally. 'Or, to put it another way, yes, I am certain that this is the best use of our resources, commander. Or would you prefer to take this seat' - she gestured to the captain's chair on which she rested - 'and instead condemn hundreds of innocents to a painful death for the sake of some slight expediency?'
I definitely like her.
Next we go to Tarkus down on the surface patrolling around the edge of the village, after a few pages of thinking about what Erinia (his homeworld) was like in it's final days, a dozen warriors attack. I suppose this means that there scene with Tarkus on Meridian doesn't happen in this.
After that we make a surprise visit to the rogue trader from earlier waiting in the lower levels of Vandis' palace.
The security personnel who'd escorted him from the space port had divested him of his weaponry before leaving him in the room with the case he carried. They'd taken his duelling pistol, his knives, even the holdout that he kept hidden inside his right boot.
They had, of course, failed to confiscate the ornate signet ring that he wore on the index finger of his right hand. But then, one could hardly expect low-ranking security personnel to recognize Jokaero digital weaponry when they saw it. And they didn't for a moment suspect the surprises loaded into the rogue trader's augmetic eyepatch - he would use them only in an emergency, of course, but it was comforting to know that they were there, if needed.
After a bit Vandis walks over to the rogue trader and they make their exchange after a bit of talk about how some folks on Meridian are complaining about meteorites.
'Oooh,' the man said, reaching out and touching the flat of the blade. Even powered-down, it still seemed to crackle with life.
'Now,' the rogue trader said, backing away towards the door, 'with your permission I'm afraid I must excuse myself.'
The customer looked up, faint annoyance flittering across his round face. 'So soon?'
'Yes,' the rogue trader answered. 'I'm sorry, but I have an urgent need to return to my ship.'
'Go, then,' the man said, waving the trader away with an imperious gesture.
So that's where Wisdom (Thule's sword) got to. And the rogue trader probably knows exactly what the "meteorites" are and is getting ready to flee again.
'Yes,' the rogue trader answered. 'But who knows? Perhaps you'll get another chance to get your hands on a tyranid again. Perhaps even sooner than you think.'
'Oh,' the customer said, rolling his eyes skyward, 'that I should be so lucky.'
The rogue trader slipped out the door, and as it hissed shut behind him, he allowed the mask of calm complacency he'd forced on his face to slip.
Meteorites from the skies, the rogue trader thought, already racing down the hallway to the exit.
Spores, more likely. Let the security drones keep his pistol and knives and holdout, he could always get more. He knew too well what came in the wake of things that fell from the sky, and he had no intention of lingering on Meridian a single moment longer than was necessary to see it for himself.
Scratch that, he definitely knows, with that, the chapter ends.
The next chapter starts with Aramus in the sparring hall thinking to himsel about the aspirants they've collected while he practices his attack routines before Thaddeus walks up and they start talking about how they're both having trouble sleeping and Thaddeus angsts about the possibility that if he'd done better as a commander more of his squad would be alive (he's lost four guys so far). They then start up a sparring match to calm down.
It was a strange irony that a Blood Raven could recall in great detail all that befell him since completing his initiating and becoming a full battle-brother, but that his memories of a time before joining the Chapter were often hazy and indistinct. Perhaps it was the aberration in the catalepsean node that was rumoured to be the cause of their eidetic memory that was likewise responsible for the haze that fell over their earlier memories. Perhaps in changing the way that new memories were stored in the mind of the Blood Raven, older memories were lost. It was symbolic, it always seemed to Aramus, of the forgotten memories of the Chapter itself, the Blood Ravens' own lost beginnings. It was fitting, perhaps, that the individual underwent much the same transformation as the Chapter itself, which now recorded its every action and undertaking in exquisite detail, and yet could not recall with any certainty whence it had come.
Oh hey, that's the mutation from Goto's books, I suppose that it's canon then (though strangely enough they were talking about dreaming earlier despite them not being able to dream in Goto's version of the mutation).
After that's done, we then get a scene where Aramus is on the command deck and Niven exposits to Aramus.
'The shadow of a tyranid fleet has fallen over Aurelia,' Niven said, before Aramus had even had the chance to address him. 'Neither Lexicanium Konan nor I can make any astropathic contact outside the Armageddon, not even to the Sword of Hadrian or any of the other ships of the Aurelia Battlegroup. For reasons I've yet to uncover, the interference of the shadow in the warp is much greater here than elsewhere in the sub-sector, though we appear to be no nearer to the fleet itself.'
'Any suppositions, Librarian?' Aramus asked.
'None, I am ashamed to admit,' Niven answered. 'But be assured that neither Lexicanium Konan nor I will rest until we have divined an answer.'
That'd odd.
After this, we get a scene of Aramus being contacted by Vandis and get a memo about how the Tyranids are already attacking Meridian.
It had not proved easy, but in the end Aramus had been able to wring from the governor's report an accurate assessment of the state of affairs on the ground. It appeared that mycetic spores had rained down on the far side of the planet over the course of several days, a week or more before. Some days later, the first attacks were reported. At first the governor and his people had been unable to determine the nature of the attacks or the identity of the attackers, floating theories that it might be the forces of Chaos, whether cultists or actual warp-born daemonspawn, or perhaps even some entirely unknown xenos threat. But when a battalion of the Planetary Defence Forces was dispatched to deal with the matter, it was discovered that the attackers were, in fact, tyranids.
This discovery had, unfortunately, cost the lives of every soldier in that PDF battalion, none of whom survived the first encounter with the tyranids.
The governor had declared an immediate state of emergency, and ordered the planetary astropaths to send a general call for assistance to any Imperium forces in range. The governor had been less than pleased, of course, at the inability of his people to make contact with Fleet Admiral Forbes's flagship, or any of the other vessels of the Aurelia Battlegroup.
There's some more about how they're worried about where the two ships that were carrying refugees from Calderis are missing and about how Vandis doesn't really understand the threat of the Tyranids who have had a week or more to infest Meridian.
We then move on to a scene of Aramus, Avitus, Cyrus and Thaddeus planning out their response to the Tyranids.
The sergeants had not been unanimous in their support of Aramus's plans. The others, Sergeant Cyrus in particular, had not been pleased by his proposal regarding the use of the fifteen aspirants. The youths were even now spending their final moments before the onset of the evening rest period in study with Chaplain Palmarius, but after they awoke when the morning came, they would find even greater tests awaiting them.
They're apparently planning to use the aspirants somehow.
Avitus has a different plan.
Avitus bristled. 'Your pardon,' he said, making the apology sound like a curse. 'But I'll say again that we could get greater and more immediate results if we discarded concerns about collateral damage…'
Aramus held up his hand. 'Let's not use euphemisms, sergeant. You're saying, rather, that we could kill the tyranids faster and easier if we didn't mind killing a few million innocent civilians in the process. Isn't that it?'
'Yes,' Avitus answered without hesitation, his expression grim. 'If it means striking a blow at the hive fleet, then any cost is worth paying.'
Avitus appears to have extended his dislike of the IG to include the average citizen in this.
After this, Avitus and Thaddeus get into an argument, forcing Aramus to break them up before they come to blows (they don't get along so well without Tarkus there to mediate). Niven and Konan then come in and bring up the possibility of piercing the shadow in the warp just as the chapter ends.