The Truth's Razor was a massive, labyrinthine ship, even by the standards of the nascent Imperium. Ajax had discovered that the Truth's Razor was a Gloriana-class Battleship flying the colors of the 1st Legion, the Dark Angels. Besides his awe at being on a 20 kilometer long behemoth of a ship, Ajax was perplexed by the fact that he didn't really remember much of the Truth's Razor from reading the Horus Heresy books in his first life. He remembered the Invincible Reason being the flagship of the Dark Angels during the Horus Heresy.
"Well, guess it's time to see how helpful this system is."
Ajax willed the interface of the Anathema System to appear and activate it's memory recall module.
> INITIALIZING NEURAL HANDSHAKE...
>> COGNITION BOUND... [PARTIAL SOUL-BODY MISALIGNMENT DETECTED]
>> SYSTEM COHERENCE: 70%
>> TEMPORAL STRAND LOCATED: [≈M30.???]
>> ACCESS LEVEL: PRIMORDIAL INSTINCT
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⇌ THE ANATHEMA SYSTEM ⇌
"There is no safety in ignorance.
There is only memory and will."
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> CURRENCY: [AP = 0]
> SYSTEM STATUS: AWAKENED — LIMITED ACCESS
2. MEMORY TAP
▪ Reclaim lore from origin consciousness.
▪ Categories: Lost Primarchs, Horus Heresy, Xenos Threats…
▪ Access: FREE — Recollection-Only
▪ WARNING: Gaps may exist. You were not omniscient.
>>ENTER QUERY
>>_
Ajax mentally entered a search for all info relating to the Truth's Razor. The results weren't in a text format, but a compressed engramatic packet of all the thought's he had ever had about the Truth's Razor blasted into his skull in one nano-second.
'Truth's Razor. 1st Legion. One of three. Battle Rangda. Destroyed.'
The sigil containing his compressed thoughts exploded in his mind containing more data that he thought possible to compress into sharp knives of lancing pain stabbing into the lobes of his mind. Ajax had to struggle to remain standing and not flop out to the floor like a fish out of water from the pain. The only thing that helped him deal with the pain was the comparison to his previous tortuous experiences, the flames and the plagues. Only by remembering that he had survived those excruciations, did he summon the willpower to fight the pain back and regain control of his faculties.
To summarize the absolute flood of information pounding through his skull, Ajax now knew that the Truth's Razor had been lost during the Dark Angels battles against the xenos breed known as the Rangda. The Rangdan Xenocides, as they were later known, were a series of purgation campaigns against the Rangda. The extermination of the Rangda cost the Imperium between sixty thousand and ninety thousand Dark angels, and two Gloriana-Class Battleships, the Truths Razor and the Paradigm of Hate. These wars were so damaging that the Imperium enacted an Order of Oblivion upon all knowledge of these wars, declaring the knowledge itself forbidden for it's potential to damage the Imperium. This boggled Ajax's mind as the loss of two Glorianna Class Battleships, which were treasured relics from the Dark Age of Technology, and almost one hundred thousand Space Marines.
'One hundred thousand of the Legiones Astartes! Didn't the Emperor's Children once conquer a world with six Space Marines? That's like enough marines to conquer around fifteen thousand worlds, at once. I mean probably pretty easy to conquer worlds, but still! Plus the info of the wars was subject to an Order of Oblivion. Only the Lost Primarchs had that treatment as far as I remember. How scary were the Rangda if that's what it took to exterminate them? And I am on one of the ships that gets destroyed by them. Fuck.'
Ajax stood in a daze before he shook his head, slapped himself hard in the face.
'Don't let the enormity of the task get to you. If it's too big, just focus on the next step'
Ajax turned and walked towards the grav lifts that would bring him down the main spinal thoroughfare of the Razor, towards the Archivum.