The outline of the huge derelict spaceship loomed through the dense mist. It had crash landed a
few days ago - the automated re-rentry systems saved the ship from destruction, but it had buried
itself deep into the soft earth of Septimus V.
BRIEFING ///SEPTIMUS V.///
The outline of the huge derelict spaceship loomed through the dense mist. It had crash landed a few days ago - the automated re-rentry systems saved the ship from destruction, but it had buried itself deep into the soft earth of Septimus V.
At the air locks, squads of Space Marines waited for the command to enter the ship. Many were dressed in honour suits of Terminator armour, some with the protective psychic hoods that marked them as librarians. tha Librarians were concentrating hard, focusing their thoughts on the psychic emanations form within the ship, trying to locate their source. The signals were weak, but there was a sense of tension, of power temporarily held in check.
The Space Marine commander was loathe to send his Brother Marines into such an uncertain situation but the faint markings on the side of the spaceship dated from the Dark Age of Technology - the chance of recovering the lost knowledge that might have survived the millenia was worth the risk. With a final weapons check and an invocation to the Emperor, the air locks were breached and the first squads sent inside.
