Diary Log, 13A7482B120847NAHUD-900d. Time. 999.M40. To whoever may find this, this is Dark Scribe Kailath, of the Chaotic Imperium, the malevolent empire of the bloody sun. I leave this in my steed, for they come for me. Horus and his ilk have found my location. They have attacked the planet, and the chaotic guard are stalled up in space, locked in an ceaseless battle of naval combat. My logs and diaries describing the past ten thousand years can be found on this private channel. If you managed to somehow unlock it, the encryption key is 641579301287401284345. Remember this, please. I will repeat, the encryption key is 641579301287401284345. 641579301287401284345. This is a necessary precaution, I can assure you.
For the past ten thousand years I have served my lord, blessed is He. He is the God Lord of Mankind, the manifestation of chaos and discord manifest. It was He who led humanity on the great path of enlightenment, taking the mantle of master of ruination and glory. It was He fought and enslaved the weak and pitiful gods who stood in His way. Khorne, Tzeentch, Slaanesh, Nurgle. They all fell before Him, now nothing more than His minions.
His bastard ilk, Horus Lupercal, rallied most of the primarchs to his side in a war that almost cost us the throne of the dominant empire of the galaxy. However, the god lord was too strong. Though he was slain by Horus, He was reborn as a god of chaos. Horus and his traitors ran like dogs, hiding in the farthest corner of the galaxy, constantly plotting to usurp our divine rule.
However, he and his bastard breed are not alone. The Dark Imperium, glorious as it is, is under constant threat. The Ork Khanate to the south in Segmentum Tempestus, while the Empire of The Rising Sun grows in the east, in the outskirts of Segmentum Ultima. Horus and his lapdogs also reside in the outskirts of the Segmentum Ultima… but they are nothing compared to a dark foe, that comes from Segmentum Pacificus… the tyranid swarm…
It is in these dark days that I hope and pray for deliverance. I hear them. They have killed the guards, it seems. They are coming for me. I hoped it would not end this way, but I suppose that it could not end any other way...
Bless you dark lord, for your deliverance. Bless you for your saving grace. Please give me the strength to carry on, your wayward son.
This is signed by Dark Scribe Kailath Skiresh. Blessed be our deliveran-
The speaker stops talking, by the sound of a bolt pistol to the back of the head. The sound of a body falls, while a bolt shell clatters to the ground.
"This may look useful. Take it to Watchmaster Benton Ki of the Solar Auxilia. They may find some useful information…" A voice says. There are footsteps, and the recording ends.