Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-33521582-20180324203957

The interior of the Corvus Blackstar is cramped. Even though you're wearing your helmets now, you've been inside enough Stormravens to imagine the smell of polished metal and holy machine oils. Engraved on one of the bulkheads is the name of the vessel: Cybindis. The Astartes standing before you is large and imposing. His Mk. VIII Power Armour is dinted and damaged, but the joints move smoothly and silently, as though well oiled. His silver plated left arm, bearing the insignia of the Deathwatch, holds an oversized Stormshield by his side, the Inquisitorial sigil occupying the whole of it's outward face. He casually holds a Thunder hammer in his right arm, upon which you can see the black cross on a white background that marks him as one of the Black Templar.

"Well, brothers" he begins "By the divine grace of the Emperor we are approaching Al-Tuhag, and will land in the Planetary Governor's palace in a few minutes."

A display springs to life behind him. The figure shows a grewish planet, embroiled in dark clouds. The planet is ringed by an impossibly vast ring.

"Al-Tuhag supplies this entire sector with plasteel and ferrocrete, extracted from its mines and quarries, and processed in its many factories. The ring you see is the planet's defensive matrix, with enough firepower to repel an enemy fleet, or quell any unrest on the surface. That's where we're heading at the moment."

As he speaks a red dot blinks on in the display, and a trayectory from it to a point on the ring is plotted.

"Since we don't know what threat we're facing yet, and there appears to be no sign of Xenos vessels in the system, we will first make contact with the plannetary authorities for clarification. If the situation requires it, we will then engage the enemy." He looks you over, his helmeted head moving from one chapter badge to the next. "I know you've all faced the Xenos before, but unlearn what you think you know. The Xenos is not weak, nor is it feral. It is cunning, and vicious, and can strike at any time. But for the grace of the God-Emperor, we would have been already overrun."

A mechanical voice sounds over the vox. "ETA: 1 standard minute." Sergeant Invixus looks over his shoulder "Copy Brother István" and resumes his seat. "That's Brother István, our pilot and techmarine. He won't be joining us on the ground, but will run aerial overwatch for us. Any last questions before we land?" 