The wide grassy plane rumbled with the movement of its new guests, blackening under the mass of the march. Arthur Bartmen approached the xenos city in a moderate walk, just another blimp in the line of thousands of his fellow Imperial Guardsmen making their way towards it. He marched rhythmically to the clatter and sputter of the tanks behind him. Arthur was in a good mood. It was nothing but a simple cleansing job of the planet. Arthur prided himself for his attention to detail, which had allowed him to survive battles on 4 separate planets, making him a veteran at only age 24. He marked how little the xenos had in the way of technology. The Buildings half a mile ahead were made in a primitive manner of simple brick, stone, and wood. As far as he could tell, they had no space fairing capabilities, or much of an army. His unit had attracted no hostilities coming down to the planet, or when they regrouped for the assault on the city. Of course, the Imperial Guard rarely ever received any intel for any mission, so it was possible that the resistance had already been obliterated. The xenos in the city were clearly alerted by the mass of the incoming Imperial Guard. Windows and doors were being open, and the xenos began coming outside. As the army drew nearer, Arthur noticed that the xenos were not humanoid, but walked on all limbs like a common animal. The abstract and bright color of the xenos hurt his eyes, for he had never seen such color before, aside from the grays and rusted metal of his home hive planet, or the red and green of the ork battlefields. The xenos sent a small group to meet the army. The group was that of no more than 20, and cared no see-able weapons. Its an ambassador group, Arthur realized, sent to meet the new creatures. The armies of the emperor stopped 200 yards from the city, waiting for orders. The xenos were truly primitive, as they wore no clothing, other than the hide on their backs. Arthur knew enough to know that primitives were often the most savage, as many of the elite guardsmen came from barbaric planets. As they drew closer, Arthur realized that the abassadory group was headed strait for him and his part of the advancing line. The Commissar tank rolled ahead through the ranks of the guardsmen, the commissar perching out of the top hatch, a wide grimace on his face. The group of xenos changed their direction to the obvious leader, and stopped in front of the tank. The commissar seemed as curious about the xenos as Arthur was. The commissar sat atop his tank, casting an intimidating presence as he waited for the xenos to speak. Arthur was shocked to hear them start to speak what sounded like the imperial priest's low Gothic. How did the xenos know such a holy language?, Arthur thought. Though he didn t speak the language himself, the commissar appeared to understand what was being said, and said a few words back. Smiling, the commissar gave a small chuckle, the xenos sharing in the laugh, though clearly not understanding what it was for. Without another word to the xenos, the commissar gave one order," For the Emperor!" Without a chance for the unaware xenos to act, the tanks rumbled over all but 6 of the ambassadors in one fluid movement, blood and bone sticking to the treads of the great battle tank. The remaining xenos watched in horror, unable to comprehend what had happened to their brethren. They didn t have much time to wonder, as Arthur and other guardsmen began firing on the remaining xenos. With a tremendous roar, the great march continued on, as the tides of the Imperium commenced purging across the entire planet.