Сыны Жиллимана и всё-всё-всё...

[Mad_Rat]

Я всмысле, не известно как было использовано его гено-семя.

Но могло же быть использовано!

И даже более вероятно, чем предательское сохраненное.

[Dr Darog]

В беке темного снования много намеков на это... но опять же это намеки.

[Iron Cage]

Мне вот в плане Гарро и "батальона анти-нургль" Красные скорпионы форджевские кажутся весьма подозрительными :rolleyes:

Red Scorpions - орден окруженный секретностью. Ревностно охраняет свою независимость и считает себя ответственным только перед Импи лично. Где и когда образован не известно. Происхождение геносемени, т.е. примарх, не известно. Орден постоянно отказывается содействовать расследованиям инквизиции и запросам магосов биологусов о предоставлении образцов геносемени. Помешаны на генетической чистоте, сохранении геносемени, количество аптекариев в ордене зашкаливает... Да, еще в ордене активно юзается доспех Мк4, внедренный в самом конце ВКП. Все это наводит на мысли...

Вот еще название. Ну скорпион ладно- яды там всякие и т.п. Почему красные? Возможно это в честь довольно известного в свое время боевичка Красный скорпион? Там агент советского спецназа, сыгранный Дольфом Лудгреном (такой здоровяк, практически спейсмар), понимает, что типа советы воюют не за правое дело и восстает, начав войну против своих бывших сослуживцев - не намек ли это на поступок Гарро?

Все, конечно же, на правах личного параноидального бреда :-

Изменено 7 августа, 2009 пользователем Iron Cage

[Nefelyr]

Вот еще название. Ну скорпион ладно- яды там всякие и т.п. Почему красные?

Ой, это название кстати, у ордена было до всяких форджей, ересей и гарро, ещё в РужТрейдере)

[Дарт Йорикус]

Ну, теоретически это вполне возможно... Теоретически.

З.Ы. Могу добавить к списку предателей с гено-семенем Ультрамаринов ещё одного, но не хочу портить удовольствие от рассказа, который вскоре должен перевести один форумчанин.

Изменено 7 августа, 2009 пользователем Йорик

[Daddymoroz]

Орден постоянно отказывается содействовать расследованиям инквизиции и запросам магосов биологусов о предоставлении образцов геносемени.

А разве за подобные вещи (отказ выслать гено-семя) к подобным орденам не "заглядывают" соседи и крупная тусня Серых?

[Drinker]

Известно, что он вошел в круг людей, создавших прото-инквизицию. Что было позже, узнаем в книге про осаду Терры.

Лом, пирог и провожабия. Увы.

Сто раз обсуждалось - ни одного конкретного упоминания ни в одной книге об этом нет. Есть только слова Малкадора (если не ошибаюсь) в "Полёте..." о том, что такие мужчины и женщины должны стоять на страже и пресекать и бла-бла-бла - смотрите в соответствующем разделе - обсуждение книг. Если он тут ещё сохранился.

Слова - не действие. Домысливать можно всё, что угодно.

Но - к якобы поборникам постоянных отсылок всех и вся к официальным текстам - нет конкретно сказанного, что "он вошел в круг людей, создавших прото-инквизицию". А если вы-таки их имеете - таки приведите. А то вам "известно", а нам - как-то непонятно откуда. Да развеет свет знания тьму сознания. ;)

Изменено 7 августа, 2009 пользователем Drinker

[Тайнар]

А разве за подобные вещи (отказ выслать гено-семя) к подобным орденам не "заглядывают" соседи и крупная тусня Серых?

Если судить по Хроникам Бадабской Войны,то,для начала высылаются Флоты,в чьи намеренья входит расследование причины,по которой положенная дань гено-семени не была отправлена по назначению.Если флот подвергся атаке со стороны тех,кто не исполнил соответсвущие операции с геносеменем,и вскоре был уничтожен,но всё же успел послать сигнал о нападении,тогда да,в дело вступает Инквизиция и всё что из этого вытекает.Хотя,к некоторым особо "неугодным" Орденам,Рыцари заглядывают резко,как понос,и заканчивается всё тем,что Орден почти уничтожен.

Изменено 7 августа, 2009 пользователем Тайнар

[DaOgre]

Известно, что он вошел в круг людей, создавших прото-инквизицию...

Пруфлинк!

2Drinker - в конце Полёта Эзенштейна всё так размыто сформулировано... его могли и златорём назначить... в особо ответственном месте :)

[Dr Darog]

Пруфлинк!

Прочитай Полет в оригинале ;)

[Yuretzz]

Слова Малкадора в оригинале: "The Imperium requires men and women of inquisitive nature, hunters who might seek the witch, the traitor, the mutant, the xenos...a duty to vigilance"

[DaOgre]

Ну вот, я и говорю, слишком размытая формулировка :)

Малкадор же не сказал:

- С верху поступило распоряжение создать протоинквизицию! Принимай полномочия, Гарро.

з.ы

Откуда-то помню про то что его законопатили в банку со стасис полем, там он и горюет по "сей день"

Но может это был и фан-фик

Изменено 9 августа, 2009 пользователем Regulus

[Dr Darog]

Ну вот, я и говорю, слишком размытая формулировка :)

Малкадор же не сказал:

- С верху поступило распоряжение создать протоинквизицию! Принимай полномочия, Гарро.

з.ы

Откуда-то помню про то что его законопатили в банку со стасис полем, там он и горюет по "сей день"

Но может это был и фан-фик

Там прямы текстом сказано, что они должны создать организацию, которая потом эволюционирует в инквизицию. Так что не надо.

Это очередные фанатские бредни.

[DaOgre]

Это очередные фанатские бредни.

Я так и думал.

А вот ещё вопрос, в развитие так сказать темы, в одной из книг про Эйзенхорна, где описывается эпизод с погромом парада, Эйзенхорн обещает себе поблагодарить лично примарха (!!!) Белых Консулов, за политически верное воспитание одного из погибших десантников.

Это чей косяк? Переводчиков или Дена Абнета?

Вот бы оригинал текста на буржуйском посмотреть :)

Изменено 10 августа, 2009 пользователем Regulus

[samurai_klim]

А вот ещё вопрос, в развитие так сказать темы, в одной из книг про Эйзенхорна, где описывается эпизод с погромом парада, Эйзенхорн обещает себе поблагодарить лично примарха (!!!) Белых Консулов, за политически верное воспитание одного из погибших десантников.

Не поблагодарить, а:

Я пообещал себе добиться того, чтобы его имя и память о нем были отмечены примархом Белых Консулов.

В принципе, суть не меняется от этого.

[Kotov]

Это, видимо, уже на том свете.)

Либо под Примархом подразумевается Магистр.

[Тайнар]

Оригинал:

I have made a point to have his name and memory celebrated by the Primarch of the White Consuls.

Консулы настолько круты,что не смотря на то,что они Секонд Фаундинг у них есть Примарх! :)

Изменено 10 августа, 2009 пользователем Тайнар

[Мой игривый енот]

Консулы настолько круты,что не смотря на то,что они Секонд Фаундинг у них есть Примарх!

У всех орденов второго основания есть Примархи. Белые консулы, емнип, - суть один из прямых наследников ультры. Более того, Белые консулы, как и все ордены второго основания были частью Легионов-прародителей. В данном случае -ультрамаринов. Просто их поделили. Не вижу никакого сарказма. Примарх консулов (и черных, и белых) - Жиллиман.

[Drinker]

Там прямы текстом сказано, что они должны создать организацию, которая потом эволюционирует в инквизицию. Так что не надо.

Это очередные фанатские бредни.

Очередные фанатские бредни как обычно в одном - то, что Малкадор сказал, что они "должны" - нигде - ни в одной книге - не подтверждены тем, что именно они "создали". Запарили уже. То ссылаемся на книги, то нафиг книги. Определитесь уже.

Изменено 10 августа, 2009 пользователем Drinker

[Dr Darog]

Очередные фанатские бредни как обычно в одном - то, что Малкадор сказал, что они "должны" - нигде - ни в одной книге - не подтверждены тем, что именно они "создали". Запарили уже. То ссылаемся на книги, то нафиг книги. Определитесь уже.

НН колектор виженс.

[Drinker]

НН колектор виженс.

Цитату приведи, или картинку, на которой написано - "Гарро - один из основателей инквизиции". Плиз. Из НН коллектор вижнс. Сразу извинюсь за темноту и неосведомлённость и даже спорить не буду. Ну, если не трудно. :) Просто интересно. И все вопросы сразу снимет.

Изменено 10 августа, 2009 пользователем Drinker

[Dr Darog]

Цитату приведи, или картинку, на которой написано - "Гарро - один из основателей инквизиции". Плиз. Из НН коллектор вижнс. Сразу извинюсь за темноту и неосведомлённость и даже спорить не буду. Ну, если не трудно. :) Просто интересно. И все вопросы сразу снимет.

Саш, я опять из-за тебя не высплюсь =)

'And now?' asked Qruze. 'What of us, Lord Regent?'

'Aye,' said Garro, clutching the icon in his grip. 'We cannot stay here, watching the stars and waiting for the day that Horus comes seeking battle. I request...' He fixed the Regent with a hard glare. 'No, I demand that we be given a purpose!' Garro's voice began to rise. 'I am an Astartes, but now I am a brother without a Legion. Alone, I stand unbroken amid all the oaths that lie shattered around me. I am the Emperor's will, but I am nothing if He will not task me!'

The Death Guard's words echoed around the glass tower and Kendel's novice shrank visibly to hear them. Malcador gestured with the eagle-head staff. 'Only in death does duty end, Astartes,' he said, with a hint of satisfaction, 'and you are not dead yet. As we speak, the Lord Dorn assembles his plans to oppose Horus and the primarchs he has turned to his banner. Lines of battle are being drawn across the galaxy, arrangements for a war of such magnitude that mankind has never known.'

'What will our place be in it?'

Malcador inclined his head in a tiny gesture. There is a matter to which you will be set, not today, perhaps not for many months, but eventually. The Warmaster's disposition has made it clear that the Imperium requires men and women of inquisitive nature, hunters who might seek the witch, the traitor, the mutant, the xenos... Warriors like you, Nathaniel Garro, Iacton Qruze, Amendera Kendel, who could root out the taint of any future treachery: a duty to vigilance.'

'We are ready' said Garro with a nod. 'I am ready'.

Полет.

The Walls of the Palace Break

The walls of the Emperor's Palace finally broke under the onslaught by the Death's Head Titan Legion - the huge Warlord Titans of the Legion smashed their way through the last few meTres ofthe bastion and unleashed a flood of traitors into the inner courtyard of the Palace.

The invading traitors were met by the loyalist troops defending the Palace and battle raged across what was once the Emperor's private garden. The fine statues and ornaments of the inner gardens were wrecked as the fighting intensified. The smell of burning mingled with the acrid stench of weapon fire and the foul pestilent exhaust fumes of the giant Titans, as the traitors arrempred to put the Palace to the torch.

The defending warriors dug in and soon the entire parkland was a maze of trenches and earthworks. There was lirtle space in the inner gardens for rhe Chaos Titans to operate efficiently and they became easy targets for the heavy weapons of the Emperor's troops.

Both sides fought with unimaginable ferocity. Loyalist and traitor alike sensed that the end was drawing close and so they attacked each other in des­perate attempts to win the day.

Even as the battle raged, within the Palace the commanders of the Emperor's besieged army met to plan their final strategies of the war. San­guinius was the most senior commander presenr; Dorn and the Khan were waging their own battles beyond the Palace wall. With the Blood Angels Pri­march were a number of high-ranking Custodians and Malcador the Sigillite.

Sanguinius instructed the Custodians to counter-attack the invaders in the inner gardens. They were tasked with occupying the traitors long enough for the defence of the Palace to be reinforced by the Legions of the Khan and Rogal Dorn. He and his Legion would take up position around rhe key entrances to the Palace building itself - they were the last line of defence should the traitors resist the Custodians. He asked Malcador to signal the Khan and Dorn and get their Legions to the Palace.

Malcador left the assemblage to organise the signals and to attend the Emperor - he had finally received the order he had been dreading. The Emperor was preparing to leave the Golden Throne and confront Horus and Malcador knew his own life was now forfeir to victory.

Sanguinius took up his position above the Ultimate Gate - the main entrance to the Imperial Palace. Below him wounded troops were ushered through the grear portal by his Blood Angels. From his vantage point, the primarch could see the huge mass of traitors pressing forward through the breaches in the bastion wall. Through sheer weight of numbers, rhey were overwhelming the defenders.

He watched as the Custodians launched their counterattacks. The Emperor's bodyguard fought with brutal efficiency and none of the traitorous horde could stand against them - but they were too few in number and their attacks only slowed rhe tide. The Custodians did not relent and attacked again and again. But each attack was less effective than the last and they were inched back towards the Palace.

A huge shape rose up from amongst the army of Horus. The creature was tall, taller than any around it and as it rose up it unfolded its grear leathern wings and took to the air. It was a Bloodthirster, greater daemon of Khorne, the most fearsome and dangerous of the Bloody God's entourage. The daemon flew towards Sanguinius and he recognised it instantly - its name was Ka'bandha and he had fought the creature before.

Atop the Ultimate Gate two mighty figures clashed in aerial combat. Both were winged.— the Angel's wings were pure white and shone brightly through the smoke and smog of war about, the other was a creature of night­mare, its daemonic wings leathery and dark. As they wheeled about each other in the air, the warring rroops below seemed to pause to watch the unfolding drama.

'Know this, creature of darkness, I will take my revenge on you for past evil,' the Angel said as he plunged his sword into the daemon's face, spearing one of its eyes. The daemon shrieked as if in pain but wheeled about lashing at the Primarch with its whip and chopping at him with its great axe. The dae-

mon's whip stung the Primarch's wing and he faltered in the air slightly. As he did so the Bloodthirster grabbed him by the throat with its massive taloned fist. Sanguinius cut with his sword against the daemon's flank - the beast flinched but did not release its hold.

'Now you are finished pathetic little bird,' rumbled the daemon and threw the Primarch down onto the gate below. The granite stonework splintered as the Primarch's body smashed into it. The traitor horde watching roared their approval. The Primarch lay still upon the broken stone as the daemon landed next to him and prepared to deal the deathblow. The monstrous creature threw back its head and let loose a howl of exultation.

'Blood for the Blood God! A Skull for Skull Throne!'

As the daemon howled in triumph over him, Sanguinius drew on his last Jeserves of strength and power. With a massive effort, he painfully rose to lice Ka'bandha for the last time.

tout cry of victory is mistimed daemon. I am not finished. My vengeance las yet to be taken. I shall not fall at this hour, nor to your bloodied hand.' At .this, Sanguinius leapt at the daemon and seizing it by the wrist and ankle he raised the beast up high and smashed it down across his knee. The crack of its had! breaking shook the masonry upon which they stood and echoed across the Palace grounds, the hordes below watching in silence.

Sanguinius, now terrible in aspect, lifted the carcass of the daemon above liishead. An arc of power danced on his brow as he swung the body around i hurled the broken behemoth into the midst of the daemon's followers, fete traitors beat their chests and wailed in dismay. The Blood Angels cheered I and the Ultimate Gate was shut tight against the ravening hordes.

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Even as Sanguinius defeated the daemon atop the Ultimate Gate, the Impe­rial Fists and their primarch Rogal Dorn returned to the Palace. They rode in aboard the great Sky Fortress - a massive fortified gunship. Dorn had received the signal from Malcador and was determined to stand, and if nec­essary, die side by side with the Emperor in the final hour. The Imperial Fists disembatked quickly and the Sky Fortress raced away from the Palace to reach the Khan and bring him and his White Scars to the Emperor's side.

The traitor Titans of the Death's Head Legion spied the gteat ship and with a hail of fire from their mammoth weapons they shot it down. As the ship fell from the sky the loyal command crew bravely struggled to crash the crippled vehicle amongst Horus's attacking army.

To those watching from the Palace towers it seemed as if a new sun had been born on Earth as the Sky Fortress's plasma reactor exploded. The glare from the orb of plasma fire seared their eyes and the shockwave in its wake knocked them from their feet. The explosion ripped a huge crater in the land fully three kilometres across. Despite this huge blow to the army of Horus, the defenders now realised that they were completely cut off from the rest of the loyalists on Earth. Only a miracle could save them.

Malcador faced the Emperor. He had received the call and now prepared to perform his final duty to the man he had followed for the greater part of his life.

Malcador, the time is upon us. Horus thinks me blinded by his psychics but I am more powerful than he can possibly imagine. The Space Wolves have had help from an unexpected quarter and, having turned the tables on their pursuers, are now bound for Earth. The Ultramarines have likewise tri­umphed and also head this way, as does the fleet of the Dark Angels. Horus knows that these Legions are coming and will want to finish affairs here before they arrive. He can only do this by confronting me in person. This will force him to act rashly, against the counsel of his closest advisors. I must be ready to take advantage of his mistake. Are you prepared to take the Throne?'

'Of course, my lord. I have always been ready to repay the debt I owe you. Since first we met my life has been yours.'

'Thank you old friend. You will be remembered for your sacrifice.'

Before Malcador the Sigillite ascended to the Golden Throne he had one last duty to perform. As he stood before the Emperor he was accompanied by a group of twelve hooded attendants. Malcador looked up at the Emperor and at the machine to which he was bound.

'Sire, when last we met you commanded me to gather together a group of people whose loyalty to you and to the Imperium was unquestioning. This I have done. I have worked long and hard to find those I thought would suit. I have personally overseen every aspect of the exhaustive tests to which they have been subjected and can vouch for their charactet, loyalty and strength of mind. They have many skills and will serve you well'

Malcador gestured to the hooded figures behind him, as he did so four of them stepped forward and knelt before the Emperor. The Emperor nodded an acknowledgement of their show of fealty to him.

'Sire, these others are known to you. Each of them is a Space Marine. They have cast aside their allegiance to Primarch and Legion who have sided with Horus and pledged themselves anew to you, their Emperor and father. I have chosen these eight since allied to their unflinching loyalty they each are blessed with paranormal skills, kept dormant in respect of your previous commands. However these skills are most apt in combating the horrors that have recently emerged from the warp and I know they will be needed in the coming years.'

'Malcador you have judged well, these eight Space Marines do indeed have a vital role to play in the future of the Imperium, though veiled in secrecy will they be.'

The final besieging of the Emperor's Palace had begun. The traitors piled reinforcements through the great breaches in the outer walls and into the expansive courtyards that surrounded the Palace building. Giant Chaos Titans and other war machines of the Dark Mechanicum pounded at the tow­ering edifice with their massive array of cannons, guns, missiles and bombs. The hordes of Horus swarmed around rhe building, firing up ar rhe battle­ments and smashing at the gates and doorways through which rhey would enter. Overhead, gunships swooped down on rhe Palace from the darkening skies and unleashed their deadly payloads upon its roofs.

The Palace walls were thick, its defences well-designed. The relatively small numbers of loyal troops within were able to maintain a stout and brave defence. They dealt a terrible toll of death on the attackers. They did not sur­render, would not submit to either Horus or despair; they just kept fighting, though they knew they had only days remaining.

Horus felt that he was so close to victory he could taste it. He began to make ready to teleport down onto the surface from rhe Vengeful Spirit to per­sonally supervise the last days of the siege and to finally confront his former lord and master, the Emperor.

As Horus was about to make his teleport he was approached by Erebus, the Dark Apostle of the Word Bearers. Erebus told the Warmaster that important information had just been received that he must hear.

Erebus of the Word Bearers reported ro Horus rhat their warp-based allies had espied a number of loyal fleets heading for Terra. The Space Wolves fleet

of Leman Russ had somehow evaded the Alpha Legion of Alpharius and had set course for Earth. Likewise, a huge loyal fleet had departed from Ultramar carrying the apparently vic­torious Ultramarines Legion. Horus's daemonic allies said rhar rhey were bur scant hours from reaching rhe Solar sys­tem. Furthermore, the Dark Angels of Lion El'Jonson were also Earth-bound, though the daemons couldn't say when they would arrive.

Horus was furious at this news. The Space Wolves on their own would pose no great threat to his impending triumph, though rheir presence would be an irriraring distraction. However, the news of the Ultramarines and Dark Angels heading for Terra was a disasrer for rhe Warmasrer. Despite their war against the Word Bearers at Calth the Warmaster assumed that Roboute's Legion was still the biggest and most powerful Legion and he had no reason to doubt the fighting strength of the Dark Angels. These rhree Legions togethet would at best delay his victory; at worst they would deny it him altogether.

Horus had gambled everything on being able to defeat the forces of Terra before rhe Emperor could musrer help from all of his still-loyal Legions. With time seemingly against him it now appeared as if this gamble had failed.

Horus was the first among the fallen, with the power of a god and rhe cunning of a daemon. He resolved ro rry one final gambit. He could still kill the Emperor. He immediately ordered all comm-net communications to be blocked so that the defenders on Terra could receive no word from their res­cuers. He concentrated on his own psychic powers to cloud the Emperor's psy-senses and prevent him knowing of the approaching fleets. He turned to his waiting minions, his head ablaze with psychic fire, and gave his fateful command.

'Maloghurst, if I cannot get to the Emperor through the walls of his Palace-forrress then I shall tempt him to come to me. Shut down all the shields!'

'But, sire, with the shields lowered, the Vengeful Spirit will be unprotected. Our foes will be able ro blast this ship to oblivion,' Maloghurst replied.

Erebus also spoke. 'My lord, rhis is folly. You must teleport to the surface and lead the final assault against the Palace. Without shields we are easy prey. With respecr, you must rescind this order.'

'No. The order stands! The Emperor will not ler this ship he fired upon. He will see this action as an invitation and a per­sonal challenge. I am offering him the chance to finally confront me and finish this one way or the other. He will not be able to resist this opportunity. We must prepare for his attack!'

Malcador's Sacrifice

Malcador the Sigillite ascended to the Golden Throne, replacing the Emperor who now stood before the edifice with his loyal captains Rogal Dorn and San­guinius. The great confusing mass of machinery around the Throne throbbed with power. Arcs of static energy leapt across the cables and conduits and the air was thick with the smell of ozone. Malcador could not speak such was the concentration he had to bring to bear in order to control the tempestuous forces at his call.

'Behold the greatest sacrifice of our age!' the Emperor directed the two mighty Primarchs. 'Malcador is Sigillite no more. Henceforth he shall always and only ever be Malcador the Hero!' At this the three figures retired from rhe Palace vault and make ready to teleport onto the battle-barge of Horus.

The Warmasrer had lowered his bartle-barge's shields. It was a clear invita­tion to the Emperor and was the misrake rhat the Master of Mankind had been wairing for. 'I must accept the Warmaster's challenge and beam aboard his ship. There I Ilface him and this business be ended,' the Emperor said ro his cohorrs. 'You ■Bust remain here and prepare for rhe aftermath of my confrontation - what-■retits outcome I must be returned to the Throne. Malcador buys us only time I and we have precious lirrle of rhar commodity left to us,'

The Emperor instructed his loyal Primarchs to wait in the Palace for his tetum from the battle-barge of Horus. Dorn and Sanguinius would not coun-■Mnce this. For possibly the first and only time they refused to obey the rnmand of their liege lord.

I It was Sanguinius who spoke first. 'My lord, I will not idle here whilst you risk all aboard the fell ship of Horus. Weakened rhough I am by my battle with ie great daemon, I srill have power enough to aid you. You will have my sword at your side.'

Dorn was equally adamanr. 'Whatever we can achieve here will count for taught if you fail. I simply will not let you do this thing alone. The traitor is sly Bud you must have every protection we can offer in case he has some tricks yet i play' _t

;Very well, you shall both accompany me!' said the Emperor. 'But know you both that my prescience fails me and I cannor fathom how this will resolve. I believe that this is the one chance I have to meet Horus and end his madness. Death stalks the Vengeful Spirit, this much I do know. Mayhap it will claim the farmaster but its hunger is great and I doubt we shall all return.'

| The Emperor's comments did not deter the Primarchs and so the three, together with a detachment of the Emperor's own Custodian bodyguard, tele-ported up to the battle-barge of Horus.

НН коллетор виженс, 5 часть.

Malcador presents twelve individuals to the Emperor, eight Astartes and four humans who he has gathered in response to the Emperor's commands. The Astartes are described as having cast aside their allegiance to their Primarch and Legion who sided with Horus; Maclador goes on to say that they are blessed with paranormal skills which are most apt in combating the horrors that have recently emerged from the warp. Although the identities of the twelve presented to the Emperor are never revealed, it is known that among those individuals recruited by Malcador were Captain Nathaniel Garro of the Death Guard, Captain Iacton Qruze of the Luna Wolves, and Sister of Silence Amendera Kendel.

Лексиканум.

[Drinker]

Ну извини, Макс, не хотел. Сам спать хочу. =)

Скажем так - огромное количество копипасты ничего не прибавляет в утверждении, что Гарро - один из протоинквизиторов. Так что - спасибо, конечно, но в данном случае - не особо полезно.

Кроме собсно текста из коллектора. Да, согласен - его можно с натяжкой, считать основанием полагать, что Гарро - один из тех, кто был призван в некую организацию, которая должна была бороться с последствиями Ереси. Как впрочем - и все остатки лояльных Легионов (не в стороне же они от процесса?), Гвардии, сапожников и прочих. Мы всех их в Инквизицию запишем?

Так где вообще конкретно упоминание об Инквизиции и роли в этом этого, уже навязшего на зубах Гарро? Ну привлёк его Малкадор к борьбе - так весь лояльный империум, сотни, если не тысячи структур задействованы в этом. И?

Я точно так же могу сказать, что он и Круз были поставлены во главе зондер-комманд маринов, первыми начавшими зачистку у Ока (это просто - например), а Охрипшая - с тех пор разводила супербоевых глухонемых лобстеров около Трона, которые молчаливо перерезали глотки шкодливым псайкерам.

Вся суть многобуквенной инфы - в том, что они супер-лояльны и супер-бойцы с еретиками и вообще одарённые личности. Их заметил Малкадор, их не выпилил Император, поверив своему третьему уху (или тому же Малкадору - не суть в данном случае) и они призванны бороться и не сдаваться. Усё.

Имхо. ;)

Изменено 10 августа, 2009 пользователем Drinker

[Dr Darog]

Саш, на досуге перечитай внимательнее.

Мы точно знаем, что

1) Гарро привлек Малькадор для создания организации, которая боролась с еретиками, ведьмами, предателями. Это ФАКТ.

2) Малькадор представил Импи - 8 астартес, которые должны были заниматься созданием этой организации. Это ФАКТ.

Исходя из пункта номер 1) среди этих 8 точно был Гарро и Круз.

3) Мы знаем, что эта организация послужила прототипом инквизиции и была основой ее. Это ФАКТ.

Это мы знаем из истории инквизиции: хобби-книги Торма, кодексы ДХ/ВХ, Инквизитора (кодекса) интервью авторов и много чего.

Сорри, но тут логическая цепочка. Может быть Гарро и не дожил до создания самой инквизиции, но одним из ее отцов-основателей он точно был.

[Drinker]

Ох, не буду я спорить. Для меня ещё неувязка - про организацию. Да, людей и астартес представил. Да, бороться. Но, для меня это звучит - вот люди, которые готовы бороться и бла-бла-бла. Где слова про создание единой организации под началом этих 12? Так что - не знаю, где вы в вышеперечисленном нашли некую организацию - прототип Инквизиции. И вообще организацию, кроме как - все на баррикады, кажется наша подлодка почти навернулась.

Особенно, учитывая всякую готичность - почему не одинокие рыцари во тьме? Один пойдёт на север, другой вперёд?

Изменено 10 августа, 2009 пользователем Drinker