" My lord...... The communications have gone silent."
The atmosphere was somber in the control room. No word in or out, all they could manage was communications to to troops in the field. It was as if the universe around them disappeared, that is all but that unholy visage in the sky. the constant reminder of what they had to defy, to stand against. No communications from the fleet, or even neighboring systems. No astropaths. Just a powerful silence that ate at the men's willpower. The Lord General watched as the green blips on the campaign picto board turned from green dots to red dots. The General walked towards the window to watch the distant battle ensue as the hordes of chaos renewed their war against them.
" My lord, your orders!?" The trooper demanded.
"We've held this rock for millenia, we can hold it in this darkness." He never took his gaze from the battle. He lifted his hands as if conducting the war from his fingertips, hearing inaudible music in his head.
The Darkness, no word of reinforcements, no warp transit around Cadia, only that of their great enemy. Cadia stood alone in the fight. The command room became a flurry of yelling as new reports from the front began pouring in, all of which seemed to glance off the Lord General.
" Astronomicon be damned. As long as Humanity can hold onto something the Gate will hold." He walked away from the window as bolter rounds cracked against the protective glass. " If the Emperor wills it, then this will be humanities last stand, and we will be remembered. We hold the gate."
A shell hit the window of the command room, filling the command center with its fiery wrath consuming all inside. Outside the planet ships harboring the last effort of humanity crawled towards their last and greatest fight. Their order's were simple and unchanged from before, but now it had a new meaning. They would hold the Gate.