My nephew,
your Scion,
is home.
Though he defied us in life,
still we honor him in death.
Lieutenant Arisar, she has had her time.
In courtesy to she who joined herself with him,
I will now speak in her tongue.
Primarch,
the archive is responding to our hail.
Put them through.
You traced the communication signal?
Yes, Primarch.
Navigate the plasma storm.
-But Primarch-- -Find a way.
Primarch, we are unable to send more soldiers.
The tunnel just closed.
Then find a way to fix it.
Helm?
Scans still do not register anything in the vicinity.
Show me the feeds from that sector of the archive.
Yes, Primarch.
Fire!
Prepare to fire!