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The chaos space marines of the viral hawks had heard a distress signal from a nearby planet called atharticus. The descriptions of the invaders were daemon-like and monstrous. The traitors, sensing vulnerability, sent down their legions to loot the remains and enslave the survivors. What awaited them could never have been predicted...

The chaos space marines found little life left on the planet. The land was barren and fungus covered, the buildings were rack and ruin. The only sound heard was the cold, brittle wind whistling and mocking, and the doors banging repeatedly. They found no sentient, or even animal, life. Well not until they found the mansion. There were footprints, and by the looks of them fresh ones.
A edgy marine thought he saw something moving. The inside was dark, and driven to near insanity by the situation he fired in with the flamer. Suddenly grotesque faces lit up, their glazed eyes looking at him like fresh meat. The genestealers charged. The marine fought honourably, but there were hundreds of the giant, half human insects. The marines were unprepared for the attack, and they could not have anticipated what came next. All of the buildings assumed to be abandoned suddenly vomited out the monstrosities. It was a complete bloodbath. Almost every single marine was slaughtered; only a handful escaped. They fled to their ships, unaware of the genestealers stow-away tendencies. The violence continued further on-board, even as the ships flew into the blood red sky. Only one marine survived, and he was carrying something deadly back to the legion.

His dreams soon became nightmares as whispers seeded themselves into his mind. He remembered how one of them stuck it's sharp poisonous tongue into him. He remembered how the ..things had looked. And he remembered the one the ship. Soon these whispers told him that his fellow worshipers were plotting against him. He killed them in their sleep. Soon the marine was little more than a puppet, blindly obeying the whispers. One night, the marine was particularly enthralled by the whisper. It told him to put his own blood in the geneseed; he obliged. The marines created were mutated and monstrous, all resembling the ..things on the planet. The marines hailed the monsters ass gifts from the chaos gods, and so put their blood in the next batch of geneseed and so on.

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