Kill Lupercal (2025) s01e01 Episode Script
Episode 1
1
[ominous music]
[thundering]
Well?
Tell me it’s seventy.
[Adept] Great Princeps Gemnon, I bid you-
Is it seventy?
My Princeps, my servitors have laboured
for eighteen hours to-
Give me a straight answer.
Moderati Nynex. Is it seventy?
[Nynex] Sixty-six, my Princeps.
[ominous music]
The shortfall?
[Adept] Noospherics and sensoria.
Noospherics are burned out.
Primary sensoria
arrays are at thirty-two,
but exhibit serious intermittent faults
that only a full re-weave
of the neural trunking will eliminate-
We don’t have time for that.
We don’t have time for anything.
The battle-damage sustained during your
last sortie was severe, Great Princeps.
Full repairs must be conducted.
You must wait-
They are not waiting!
[explosions]
They are not waiting.
There will not be a ‘later’, adept.
I have waited eighteen hours.
We work with what we have, or we die.
[mechanical clanking]
Great Princeps, given the warzone
conditions the survival projection
for an engine at sixty-six operational
is twenty-eight minutes.
Then we will fight for
twenty-eight minutes.
[ominous music]
[Adept] Omnissiah! See now
what thou hast wrought!
Awaken now this engine, so that
it may scourge the traitor foe!
[Nynex] Astrum Venger reports ready
to walk with us, my Princeps.
Is there support?
[Nynex] Magnificar Logos
and Naxos Bellum are directed
to form up with us once we’re in
the field.
I thought Bellum was lost?
[Nynex] Princeps Isaacs was lost.
Bellum has
undergone repair at depot nine-four,
and Princeps Augustine appointed.
Augustine wasn't even a senior
moderati, last I heard.
[Nynex] Spare parts are in short
supply, my Princeps.
Aren’t they just?
[Adept] Grant it the power
to smite the enemies of mankind!
Awaken now Aurora Ferrum-
[ominous music]
[Nynex] Wire in.
[Steersman] Connectives rigged.
[Nynex] Coils to four.
[Nynex] Pre-start.
[Nynex] Life to limbs, life to mounts.
[Steersman] Voltaics keyed.
[Nynex] Life to spine.
[Steersman] Flushing hydraulics.
Motivation reports pre-start set.
[Nynex] So advised, stand by.
[Nynex] She wakes, my Princeps.
Thank you, Moderati. Clear the floor.
[gasp]
[grunt]
I am Orla Gemnon. You know me.
[booming electronic sound]
I am here. I would walk with you.
By the grace of the Holy Omnissiah,
I am your Princeps. You know me.
Aurora Ferrum. We will walk
together, you and I.
Perhaps for the last time.
[groan]
Fusion attained with mind impulse unit.
[Nynex] So advised, my Princeps.
Running connective diagnostics
Cognitive, clear. Peripherals,
clear. Neural, clear.
We have an accord.
[ominous music]
[Nynex] Intrinsic musculature
in viable accordance.
Oh, she wants to walk. I can feel
it in every inch of sacred iron.
We are Aurora Ferrum of the Legio
Gryphonicus.
The defence of the Imperial
Sanctum is our only imperative.
The Palace must not fall.
The forces of the Traitor Lupercal must
be denied, no matter the cost.
We walk upon Terra.
[booming footfall]
- Firing solution! Nynex!
- [klaxons]
Moderati! We had a positive acquisition!
[Nynex] Sensoria just dropped out again,
my princeps. Recalibrating auspex.
Do what you can.
[Nynex] They warned us.
An intermittent signal is
I know what they told us, Moderati.
Focus.
Did that help?
[Nynex] No, my Princeps.
It helped me.
We need to see.
If the auspex is dead,
slave all pict-feed from the targeting
servitors to my station.
[gunfire]
- [Nynex] Taking ground fire, my Princeps!
- [sound]
Voids to full!
[Nynex] Diverting power.
[disturbing music]
voids at full radiance.
[Nynex] Limited feed
from the targetters, my Princeps.
I have it.
[Nynex] Ground targets identified.
The traitor Sixteenth, my Princeps.
Sons of Horus.
Traitor bastards
Composing target solutions-
No need. Autoloaders!
Priming, Princeps!
Brace-
[choral music]
What's our status?
[Nynex] Sensoria zero,
cycling for re-start attempt.
Shields sixty-eight. Magazine
seventy-nine. Output low green.
The rest of the group, Moderati?
[Nynex] Transponders show Astrum Venger
and Magnificar Logos one mile behind us,
and Naxos Bellum point five to port.
Signal them to close up.
What’s our location?
Insufficient data, my Princeps.
Insufficient?
Terrain mapping is blanking. It's just-
Nynex?
All we have is the last recorded plot,
which places us two-eight leagues from
the Lion’s Gate.
Lion’s Gate is a hundred leagues south.
The Sensoria failure must have corrupted
our data. Nothing can be trusted.
Do what you can.
If this is our last charge, I'd at least
like to know where our bones will lie.
Sensoria re-set! We have active auspex!
Status?
Twenty-two percent. Not much
Well done, Nynex.
Find me those targets again.
Auspex running
Targets re-acquired. Nine contact masses,
distance two point four leagues.
Confirmed as traitor engines. Legio
Mortis.
Confirmed?
Auspex running
Lead engine identified
as Atrox Sardonicus.
Sardonicus. Well, there’s a thing.
An old score we can settle.
Plot an intercept course.
Steersman? Onward!
[Steersman] By your will, princeps.
Half stride.
I want firing solutions
in thirty seconds.
In work.
Gemnon to battlegroup. All elements close
in and form on my lead.
Prepare to assault that maniple.
[radio noises]
Battlegroup Inviolate Resolve.
Confirm my instruct.
Trying voxcaster boost-
[alarm beeping]
Hard contact! Hard contact!
Point two, closing, port!
Shit!
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[ominous music]
[thundering]
Well?
Tell me it’s seventy.
[Adept] Great Princeps Gemnon, I bid you-
Is it seventy?
My Princeps, my servitors have laboured
for eighteen hours to-
Give me a straight answer.
Moderati Nynex. Is it seventy?
[Nynex] Sixty-six, my Princeps.
[ominous music]
The shortfall?
[Adept] Noospherics and sensoria.
Noospherics are burned out.
Primary sensoria
arrays are at thirty-two,
but exhibit serious intermittent faults
that only a full re-weave
of the neural trunking will eliminate-
We don’t have time for that.
We don’t have time for anything.
The battle-damage sustained during your
last sortie was severe, Great Princeps.
Full repairs must be conducted.
You must wait-
They are not waiting!
[explosions]
They are not waiting.
There will not be a ‘later’, adept.
I have waited eighteen hours.
We work with what we have, or we die.
[mechanical clanking]
Great Princeps, given the warzone
conditions the survival projection
for an engine at sixty-six operational
is twenty-eight minutes.
Then we will fight for
twenty-eight minutes.
[ominous music]
[Adept] Omnissiah! See now
what thou hast wrought!
Awaken now this engine, so that
it may scourge the traitor foe!
[Nynex] Astrum Venger reports ready
to walk with us, my Princeps.
Is there support?
[Nynex] Magnificar Logos
and Naxos Bellum are directed
to form up with us once we’re in
the field.
I thought Bellum was lost?
[Nynex] Princeps Isaacs was lost.
Bellum has
undergone repair at depot nine-four,
and Princeps Augustine appointed.
Augustine wasn't even a senior
moderati, last I heard.
[Nynex] Spare parts are in short
supply, my Princeps.
Aren’t they just?
[Adept] Grant it the power
to smite the enemies of mankind!
Awaken now Aurora Ferrum-
[ominous music]
[Nynex] Wire in.
[Steersman] Connectives rigged.
[Nynex] Coils to four.
[Nynex] Pre-start.
[Nynex] Life to limbs, life to mounts.
[Steersman] Voltaics keyed.
[Nynex] Life to spine.
[Steersman] Flushing hydraulics.
Motivation reports pre-start set.
[Nynex] So advised, stand by.
[Nynex] She wakes, my Princeps.
Thank you, Moderati. Clear the floor.
[gasp]
[grunt]
I am Orla Gemnon. You know me.
[booming electronic sound]
I am here. I would walk with you.
By the grace of the Holy Omnissiah,
I am your Princeps. You know me.
Aurora Ferrum. We will walk
together, you and I.
Perhaps for the last time.
[groan]
Fusion attained with mind impulse unit.
[Nynex] So advised, my Princeps.
Running connective diagnostics
Cognitive, clear. Peripherals,
clear. Neural, clear.
We have an accord.
[ominous music]
[Nynex] Intrinsic musculature
in viable accordance.
Oh, she wants to walk. I can feel
it in every inch of sacred iron.
We are Aurora Ferrum of the Legio
Gryphonicus.
The defence of the Imperial
Sanctum is our only imperative.
The Palace must not fall.
The forces of the Traitor Lupercal must
be denied, no matter the cost.
We walk upon Terra.
[booming footfall]
- Firing solution! Nynex!
- [klaxons]
Moderati! We had a positive acquisition!
[Nynex] Sensoria just dropped out again,
my princeps. Recalibrating auspex.
Do what you can.
[Nynex] They warned us.
An intermittent signal is
I know what they told us, Moderati.
Focus.
Did that help?
[Nynex] No, my Princeps.
It helped me.
We need to see.
If the auspex is dead,
slave all pict-feed from the targeting
servitors to my station.
[gunfire]
- [Nynex] Taking ground fire, my Princeps!
- [sound]
Voids to full!
[Nynex] Diverting power.
[disturbing music]
voids at full radiance.
[Nynex] Limited feed
from the targetters, my Princeps.
I have it.
[Nynex] Ground targets identified.
The traitor Sixteenth, my Princeps.
Sons of Horus.
Traitor bastards
Composing target solutions-
No need. Autoloaders!
Priming, Princeps!
Brace-
[choral music]
What's our status?
[Nynex] Sensoria zero,
cycling for re-start attempt.
Shields sixty-eight. Magazine
seventy-nine. Output low green.
The rest of the group, Moderati?
[Nynex] Transponders show Astrum Venger
and Magnificar Logos one mile behind us,
and Naxos Bellum point five to port.
Signal them to close up.
What’s our location?
Insufficient data, my Princeps.
Insufficient?
Terrain mapping is blanking. It's just-
Nynex?
All we have is the last recorded plot,
which places us two-eight leagues from
the Lion’s Gate.
Lion’s Gate is a hundred leagues south.
The Sensoria failure must have corrupted
our data. Nothing can be trusted.
Do what you can.
If this is our last charge, I'd at least
like to know where our bones will lie.
Sensoria re-set! We have active auspex!
Status?
Twenty-two percent. Not much
Well done, Nynex.
Find me those targets again.
Auspex running
Targets re-acquired. Nine contact masses,
distance two point four leagues.
Confirmed as traitor engines. Legio
Mortis.
Confirmed?
Auspex running
Lead engine identified
as Atrox Sardonicus.
Sardonicus. Well, there’s a thing.
An old score we can settle.
Plot an intercept course.
Steersman? Onward!
[Steersman] By your will, princeps.
Half stride.
I want firing solutions
in thirty seconds.
In work.
Gemnon to battlegroup. All elements close
in and form on my lead.
Prepare to assault that maniple.
[radio noises]
Battlegroup Inviolate Resolve.
Confirm my instruct.
Trying voxcaster boost-
[alarm beeping]
Hard contact! Hard contact!
Point two, closing, port!
Shit!
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