Commander’s Log

Day Unknown. Year Unknown. Millenium presumed 37th.

During the days spent in the warp, our chapter-brothers are losing guidance. Hope is hard to come by, as we have struggled for over 50 years in warp space. Our navigator reports that the Astronomican is lost to him and we are unable to translate from the Empyrean. The raids on our cells are increasing and we are left with under 3 companies of battle brothers in total. Daemons from beyond are stalking the corridors and we have barred the main compartments of the ship. We have long since lost all of the serfs of the chapter, and my brother warriors are becoming increasingly hostile. Our heritage is blossoming for every single days passing, even though this is an overstatement, since the only thing keeping us in true time is the chronos measured by the ship’s cogitators.

Day Unknown. Year Unknown. Millenium presumed 37th.

I have uncovered evidence of widespread malfunction in our Gene-Seed. Most brothers are hallucinating and the warp isn’t helping with our sense of reality. Darkness is slowly, but surely overtaking our ship. Mutations have been experienced by all companies, and hardened battle brothers have been seen as more resistant to the warming influence of the Empyrean. The younger recruits have succumbed to the foul presence of the warp.

I wish I could save the young men from the darkness, but I can only grant them peace at the end of a bolter. The Chief Apothecary Sarllarin says that even the progenoid glands kept in reserve has begun to warp.
I will not let my chapter fall to the ruinous powers.

Day unknown. Year unknown. Millennium presumed 37th.

Four weeks have passed since I last made an entry in this log.

We are nearing critical mass in the chapter. Only forty men remain of the first company and second company is reduced to fifteen brothers. All but the rest of the chapter is gone.

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