"Accept my orders."
The teleporter chamber was dimly lit. Huge cables ran across the ceiling and walls, but there was little spare power for lights. As the last squad moved into positions, their enhanced senses helping them to move with precision in the deep shadows, Brother-Grandmaster Raziel continued, his voice clear and calm:
"At 1243 Brother-Sergeant Nathaniel reported that his ravenwing detachment, although with losses, had eliminated number 79 but was forced to fallback without recovering the body. With inquisitorial presence nearby, this is a matter of highest priority. Brother-Dreadnoughts Cassiel and Suriel are deploying by drop pods as I speak. Brother-Sergeant Amaliel, you have the honour of bringing your squad through first, followed by Midael and Zachariel. Clear grid 073 and retrieve number 79. Work by battle pattern Beta-3. My squad will act as reserve if needed."
The teleporters cracked of blue fire as the tech initiate went through the last incantations of awakening and striked the rune of power on the flickering display.
"The blessing of the Emperor and the support of your chapter is with you all. Now, go!"
Unit by unit, his men faded out as the teleporter took them to battle. Brother-Grandmaster Raziel looked at the empty space for a moment. Then he smiled with satisfaction. By now, the Emperor's enemies would be dying.