A persistent icon flashed on Appollus’s tactical display. ‘Pity,’ he said, and blinked the rune for stone to Manakel, ordering the Dreadnought to stand down. Seth had been clear with the Inquisition – no psyker would be permitted to set foot upon his vessel. Manakel stood within the nearest of the docked Thunderhawks, ready to enforce the Chapter Master’s edict.
