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'Prepare for deployment on VIctis IV.' the naval commandar said, in the meantime looking at the fleet that lay above the Astartes Homeworld of Victis IV. A massive chaos invasion was on it's way, and the entire Void Claws chapter had assembled on the surface and indeed in orbit. Regiments of guardsmen from the system were shipped in preparation for the defence. Chaos Space Marines, cultists, daemons and more seeked to destroy the planet, wich lay on the outer edges of the Imperium of Mankind. The Custodes Mortis, his ship, and the flagship of the fleet that had assambled here emtpied itself as tons of carrier ships went to the planets surface, each carrying regiments of guardsmen.
Volkarian sergeant Dexter sat down on a bench in the massive carrier. He stared at the Leman Russ tank in front of him. He had known that tank for the entire time he had serverd in the guard, wich were 15 years now. He had seen it purging the enemies of the Imperium and also had seen it battered by artillery fire and mines. It had been repaired tons of times. He wondered if it would survive this planet too. The carrier landed with a loud sound, and it's doors opened. His eyess getting used to the bright light after spending an hour or so in the carrier, he looked at the surface. It was rather wet. His boots were starting to get splattered by mud and pieces of grass already, as were those of his squad. They marched inside a town, not much different from the town he grew up in. Small, around 20 houses. He saw the citizens of it. Men, women, children, all seemed slightly scared, knowing that something was wrong. All had already been handed guns, from the youngest child to the elderly. They were prepared for war. The platoon halted just outside of the town. This was were they would stay. He looked around him, a flat landscape, perfect for landing. This place would turn into a hellhole.