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"Confessor Sylax lent his cloth draped elbow against the battlement
of the high chapel. His old eyes peered from a crevassed face viewing
the war stung city below him. He knew they would come. The Archon and
his accomplishes. One doesn’t betray a pirate prince and expect no
repercussions. The Archon would come not as the Dark Elder usually do
with a jeweled dagger but in their hordes. They would bring the mutants
of chaos, the kroot, the hollow Necrons, and even the Tau themselves.
Just as the Confessor had allies throughout the demon and xenos worlds
so too did the Pirates."
"Sylax looked to Mordia’s twilight sky. He watched the twinkling lights
of the trader ships in orbit. He had called in his own favors. The
Forces of Disorder would come and smash themselves against the Marines,
the Imperial Guard, his holy Sisters of Battle, and even the way
watching Eldar..."
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