Le vaisseau s'est levé et les bruits de la guerre ont commencé à s'estomper. Plusieurs explosions se sont produites à proximité lorsque l'ennemi a pris quelques derniers coups de feu sur le navire en fuite. Heureusement, Sanakhet a prévu qu'aucun ne ferait de dommages importants, et ils fuyaient l'embarcation intacte.
Maintenant, il se trouvait enfermé avec un certain nombre de Troisième Légion, un berzerker, et un porteur de mots blessé. Est-ce qu'il survivrait à THEM serait la prochaine question, et sa prévoyance coupée sur celle-ci. Prévoir le comportement d'autres êtres était un peu plus compliqué que prédire des trajectoires de munitions, et appeler ce bouclier kine pour sauver sa vie d'une explosion de plasma l'avait taxé. Néanmoins, Sanakhet ferait tout ce qui est en son pouvoir pour survivre, même si cela signifiait mentir, tromper, voler, trahison ou soumission, car il avait gagné ce pour quoi il était venu à Minoa III. Il avait découvert les anciens écrits d'Eldar et tenait maintenant l'une des clés d'un plan élaboré si profond, pas même le dieu de la tromperie le verrait venir. Sanakhet était un petit élément d'une conspiration intérieure dont les semblables n'avaient pas été jugés depuis les Blades de Magnus.
Mais même il n'en savait pas toute la profondeur. Il ne pouvait pas. Aucun esprit n'aurait pu contenir tout le plan, car il serait trop facile pour Tzeentch de le découvrir de cette façon. C'est pas vrai. Les mécanismes ont été répartis en secret, brisés en un million de morceaux insignifiants, tous programmés... destinés à... se réunir au moment de l'apogée, nés des esprits qui les tenaient.
La trahison avait toujours été dans le cœur de Sanakhet, car c'était la vraie nature humaine.
Tandis que la réalisation de la sécurité les emportait, chacun des marins traîtres commença à se tourner la tête l'un vers l'autre. Il ne restait plus que quelques secondes avant qu'ils ne se tournent l'un contre l'autre, les Enfants de l'Empereur étant les plus nombreux. Le sorcier devait immédiatement prouver son utilité.
"Un de nos moteurs va s'enflammer avant d'arriver à destination." Il a brisé la tension avec une terrible annonce. "À moins que l'un de nous ne scelle une fuite de liquide de refroidissement, côté tribord."
Est-ce que l'exil a menti? Il pourrait mentir.
La barre de Sanakhet servait sa façade stoïque alors qu'il tournait légèrement la tête vers Ashtor. "Je suis capable de guérir cette blessure..." Son ton a presque démenti son sourire.
Name: Sanakhet
Age: 10K
Legion/Warband/Chapter: Thousand Sons
Planet of Origin: Prospero
Physical Description: Sanakhet is a tall chaos marine, made to appear taller with the reaching twin horns of his headdress-helm. He is however slightly less wide, matching a slight deficit in raw physical strength, a small sacrifice worthy of greater power. His armor is a dark night-sky blue with golden trim, ornate with arcane markings and fierce-looking detail. A vaguely tattered white robe flows downward behind him over his powerarmor, belted at his waist, contiguous with a collar and long lapels in front. It bears in blue the mark of the Magnus' eye and flames.

Skillset:
Main power: Premonition/Precognition - Sanakhet can predict an enemy's strategies prior to engagement on the battlefield, giving his forces a similar edge to having inside information. Using his powers, he can see immediate event just before they happen, allowing him to perform extraordinary feats in combat such as moving through an enemy barrage unharmed or executing precision attacks with bolter or blade in the most complex circumstances.
Other common uses of warp sorcery:
Psychic communication over short distances.
Reading simple minds.
Limited telekinesis. A telekinetic shield able to withstand limited bombardment.
Biologic manipulation such as lightning, stopping hearts, causing seizures or paralysis, causing sleep, limited healing/stasis.
History: Sanakhet was recruited into the Thousand Sons legion after it was united with their primarch on Prospero during the height of the crusades, but before the Thousand Sons were permitted to participate in the conquering of worlds for the Imperium. He stood witness to everything that happened to his legion, his people, and his world, and was ripped away from the materium against his will like the rest of his unfortunate bretheren after the scouring of the planet by the Space Wolves. Many were confused and felt betrayed by their primarch, Magnus. Sanakhet rallied with Ahriman and assisted in casting the Rubric that obliterated the suffering of, as well as identity of, the rest of the damned legion. For their transgression, he was banished by Magnus, along with the rest of the sorcerers involved to become Ahriman's Prodigal Sons who move on defiantly regardless, carving their own destiny in the warp. Many planets were conquered in their own quest for knowledge and power, and their ostricized legion grew. Eventually, after barely failing to penetrate the Black Library of the Eldar, Magnus and Ahriman made some degree of amends and joined their forces during the 13th Black Crusade. They utterly wrecked the Fenris system, but some thrallbands were absent from the focus of the war, instead being assigned to reclaim worlds near old Prospero. Sanakhet was there, his thrallband batteling the Imperium directly on-world. The Thousand Sons were anything but great in number, and although it was difficult to deal with their power, Sanakhet's forces were routed. Furious with his failure and loss of precious comrads, Sanakhet used warp magic to escape and ends up meeting the other characters elsewhere. He still intends to continue his mission of purging the Prospero system.
Psychological Profile: Sanakhet can neither be described as good nor evil, noble or corrupt. Surely he is perfused with warp energy and bound to serve Tzeentch, but serving any forces of chaos had never been his intention. He trusts no one, save Ahriman, yet cannot deny a reluctant bond to his original gene-father. Like them, he seeks to understand truth and chaos and to expand his power and will sacrifice the innocent to do it.
Equipment: A powersword that burns with arcane flames, a bolter-pistol, his mind.