It seemed like an lifetime to the marines before indications gave the green signal 
that the toxic canisters were fully generated and ready to be released into the hulk.
The squads chief technician, who throughout the genestealer attack had been the one
staying closest to the generators approached the machine.

"Marines! Make sure your biological filters are working. We are ready to 
unleash hell upon them." He took one last breath, spoke a small prayer and pressed
the "start sequence" button. Firstly nothing seemed to happen, but all of a sudden 
the deadly white smoke started to amass at the top of the mechanism.

The chambers ventilationssystem, working at maximum capacity, quicky disbursed the 
toxins into the neighboring ventiliationshafts and onto the sectors nearby. Although 
the compact whiteness of the smoke had faded as the toxins expanded, the other 
marines shortly saw its effect. The fearful genestealers, roaming down the 
corridors lost their momentum and fell to the floor. Slowly their intestines 
burned like acid and one by one they perished under the agony caused by the gas. 
The following minutes slowly went by as life scans reported that more and more 
genestealers was confirmed killed.

"Praise the Empire that the ventilation after all these centuries was still intact." 
Commander Bellisarios words were the first heard over the intercom in a while as
the marines had stood quiet and listened to the deathrattles far down the corridors.
The cheerfulness in Bellisarios words was the indication that the campaign was over.

Without much delay a tranportpod containing the fatigued but blissful marines traveled 
back to the fleets flagship, the Intolerance. Well onboard, and cleared from any 
signs of contamination, they were all invited to join Commander Bellisario at a 
late supper down in the captains quarters.




The atmosphere was cheerful as the men ate and laughtered celebrating their victory.
"You have all excelled way beyond what the Empire could ever expect of you. It is 
my distinct honor to place upon your chest these decorations you are well deserved 
of and as I salute you let us place a thought with all of our friends that lay down 
their life so that the rest of us could continue living free from the tyranid threat.
I am also happy to rapport that my superiors have granted each and every one of you 
a months vacation at the Phoenix Nebula." Bellisaros words sent a wild cheer among 
the men. Their job was done.

The fate of the Space Hulk "Sin of Damnation" would prove to be a classified matter.
When cleared from danger, its future would become a mystery to anyone outside the 
Emperors cabinet. The battleship "Inquisitor" escorted the lifeless shell to a 
military classed zone which was the last time anyone heard anymore of it. 
Probably the Empires scientists began their lifelong work of studying 
the ship, and the dead genestealers provided a welcome contribution to genetic 
research as well as trophies to the richest men across the galaxy, but no one really 
knows. All that is left is speculations why this gigantic vessel had drifted 
aimlessly for several centuries. Its location would forever be unknown.



- THE END -
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