Alright, here's the final section of Homecoming. Read, review and enjoy!

The Lunos Spear and her trailing vessel lurched as they slid into the Warp, cresting waves of physic energy as they travelled at speeds incomprehensible in the material realm. The world outside the armaglass screen was a swirling mix of colored vapors, glittering and flashing as they made and unmade themselves in rapid succession. Though the void shields were running at full capacity, all aboard could hear a low wailing dirge-song as the spirit of the ship communed with the daemons of the Immaterium.

Geithan stood on his dias, eyes flashing with crimson light. The sorcerer moved his hands like a conductor, maneuvering the ship through the pathways only those truly in-tune with the Warp could fathom.

When they emerged from the Warp, no one knew how much time they had spent in the otherworld. The ships chronometers had moved forward two standard weeks, but within the Immaterium the passage of time was a fickle thing. This was especially true of their destination, where the laws of the physical world clashed with the ever-changing laws of the Warp.

At the edge of the Segmentum Obscurus there was a tear in the universe, a place where the material and immaterial worlds had collided in a tremendous explosion of warp energy. The massive wound in the fabric of reality, millennia old, still leaked the presence of the Immaterium into real space, distort the laws of physics, and even time itself.

The Eye of Terror, exempt from both the laws of the Imperium and the physical world, was home to pirates, heretics, and traitors.

The Lunos Spear pushed deeper into the Eye, darting amongst a field of asteroids. Rocks and meteorites choked the space around the rift, remnants of planets shattered long ago by the Eye's explosive creation. Interspersed amongst them were the derelict wrecks of killed vessels, casualties of the Eternal War that had raged since the Horus Heresy.

Warning signals blared as the short-range auspex registered engine thrusters among the asteroids. Two vessels, the sleek forms of Astartes strike cruisers, emerged from their hiding places behind large meteors and settled into attack vectors, forward lances glowing with energy.

Lord Eclipse rested his head on his fist, watching the auspex signatures grow closer on the screens at his command throne.

"Open a channel with the Phoenix and the Phantom." He spoke to the vox-officer.

The main screen blinked into life, the pict-feeds of two black-clad Astartes appearing before them. Tobias Stricht and Damien Meuller, captains of the cruisers Glorious Phoenix and the Phantom of the Abyss, bowed before their lord.

"I commend your enthusiasm, brothers, but the charging of the lances was a bit much." Eclipse admonished.

Both Astartes flashed wolfish smiles and bowed their heads once more.

"Apologies lord," Stricht said. "just following your orders."

"We get few chances to put energy to the weapons systems." Meuller added. "Welcome back."

The two guard vessels returned to their posts, allowing the Lunos Spear to drift deeper into the rubble field. As they passed several meteors followed their path, weapons platforms hidden in their depths tracking the barges movement. Some of the larger asteroids showed minute signs of habitation, walkways trailing between them like webbing.

As the Lunos Spear neared the largest asteroid, one of the bridge officers sent a signal transmission, a string of binary code, to the massive rock. The rocky surface along its equator peeled backwards, exposing the thick metal of bulkhead doors. Slowly, the hangar doors of the Hallow, asteroid-fortress of the Black Ghosts, parted, revealing a gargantuan space filled with other spacefaring vessels. Their vessel slid into the bay, docking with a pair of massive restraint-arms.

Eclipse rose from his throne, taking in a deep breath and exhaling, mist seeping from his the vox-grille on his helm. The Iron Fenrir took their assigned places behind their liege.

"Aah, it's good to be home."

Air hissed into the airlock as the pressure between the Lunos Spear and the Hallow equalized. The massive hatch slid open, Lord Eclipse stomped forward, his Terminator honor guard lumbering at his heels. A group of mortals waited on the gangway, bowing in the presence of the Astartes warlord. Former Imperial stormtroopers, their carapace armor was painted black and adorned with red runes and bits of human bone. The lead figure, an elderly officer with a wide scar running down from his left eye, removed his cap and held it to his chest.

"Welcome back, my lord." He spoke.

"It is good to be back, Fraer." Eclipse replied, stepping past the mortals. Traitor general Oswald Fraer, commander of the Black Ghosts mortal armies and the Hallow, walked in pace with his lord, almost having to jog to keep up with the Astarte's wide stride. "Anything interesting happen while I was out?"

The traitor general shook his head. "The debris field has been quiet as usual. Expansion projects are underway and proceeding as planned. The work crews will have several asteroids hollowed and connected to the main station in a few months."

Eclipse nodded and stared out of the viewport. The transport ship had docked next to the Spear, disgorging the spoils of the Black Ghosts latest venture. Serfs and techpriests unloaded tanks and other armored vehicles, loader servitors carrying massive crates of ammunition and promethium drums. A line of captured guardsmen marched from the vessel into the depths of the station, urged along by cultist-soldiers wielding electro-cudgels.

"I'm retiring to my chambers, I am not to be disturbed." The traitor marine said.

"Of course, my lord." Fraer bowed again, taking his retinue and leaving for the command centre.

Eclipse stepped into his chamber, the doors sliding closed behind him with a muted hiss. His quarters, like those of most Astartes, was spartan, containing only a sleeping mat and a rack for holding his weapons and armor. The only anomaly was a small shrine set in the corner of the room, consisting of a crimson tapestry emblazoned with an eight-pointed star surrounded black candles.

The door hissed open once more, Automus stepping into the cell. Working his articulated servo-limbs across Eclipse's armor, the techmarine disengaged the locks, chanting softly to the machine spirit residing in exoskeleton of plasteel and ceramite. Piece by piece, the former Iron Warrior removed the terminator war plate, re-assembling it on the stand.

"I will return for maintenance momentarily." The techmarine droned, exiting the room.

"Thank you, old friend." Eclipse replied softly.

"It is my pleasure."

Naked save for a loincloth bound around his waist, the astartes lord kneeled before the altar, lighting the candles with a small igniter. The flame clung to the wicks was black, illuminating the room in an eerie light. Smoke drifted up to the tapestry, curling in on itself to form a ghastly visage.

"Ah, my son." A voice, like icy water, said, sounding from everywhere and nowhere at once. "You have returned."

"Yes, my father." Eclipse replied, bowing his head and closing his eyes. "Our raid was very successful; more men and machines to wage war in your name against the False Emperor."

"You are truly my favored son, Draenor. Your deeds please me and the Gods of the Warp greatly. You are well on your way to Daemonhood. Soon you and I will reign, father and son, on Zareneth, with a legion of god-born astartes to make the stars weep. While the other legions waste away, we grow stronger and more unified."

"None will be able to stand against us." Lord Eclipse stated. The candles began to flicker, the sheet of smoke receding into nothingness.

"My son, you will do great things…the Warp echoes with your feats to come. You must make a journey to Zaraneth soon, I have not seen you with my own eyes for some time."

The flames died out, leaving the chamber in total darkness. Eclipse rose to his feet and stepped over to his sleeping mat, descending into the depths of slumber.