Inquisitor Gordon kneeled in front of his private alter praying to the machine god to bless his amour. He sheathes his chain sword and places his helmet onto of his head to complete the ritual. Warning lights started to flash as the aircraft enters the planets atmosphere. Walking out of the private room he takes a seat next to a young pysker named Sam busy fiddling with an old bolt gun. The warning lights shut off as the ship enters the planet. Everyone is silent looking around at each others faces knowing they would never see some of them again. Speakers crackle to life "This is Captain Trent speaking pods will be going off any moment" a few marines hustle out of other rooms to take their seat throwing their helmets on as they go. The ship shutters and starts to shake violently. Speakers come on again "This is Trent we've been hit my controls are out pods are dropping now" Gordon feels him self being shot down into the sky as the walls around him enclose like a cylinder. Everyone in the pod hears the explosions of the thunder hawk as the captain's voice is cut off. A mechanical voice comes on "hitting ground in 10 seconds" Gordon only has enough time to pull out his bolter gun before the pod smashes into the ground.
The pod opens in time for everyone to see the second pod spin out of the control as it crashes into jagged rocks. Inquisitor Gordon turns his communication system on "This is Inquisitor Gordon can anyone of you in the second pod respond!" He's in mid run as he speaks. Mid leap he fires two rounds from his bolter pistol blowing the head off a chaotic guard landing his chain swords teeth chew into the flesh of the second guard who lets out a scream before blood shoots out his mouth and his body slides apart. Gordon Is stopped in his tracks as a turret slams three shells into his breast plate knocking him over. Rolling behind cover he loads an explosive clip into the gun and stands up to fire just in time to see a space marine smash it to bits with a power fist. Gordon starts to sprint towards the pod even faster knowing that it will blow any moment. He reaches the iron door of the pod finding it's jammed he kicks it down. Most of the marines were dead some had their breast plates skewered into their chests the remains of their life blood flowing out of them. He looks over to a marine moaning in agony a pipe sticking through his helmet leveling his gun he pulls the trigger putting him out of his misery. Both the medics had been in that pod one of them now laid against his seat his neck bone sticking out. The second medic had his left leg shattered his amour was pumping drugs into his body. A marine went right past Gordon dragging the medic away from the pod. Two more people were found alive and dragged out. Gordon was the last one out a few steps out the door and the thing exploded the armor exorbed most of it but chunks of metal lodged into his stomach and into the ground.
Gordon opens his eyes as his blurry vision starts to subside pane starts to shoot into his body and through his chest. Trying to get up he finds the metal fragments sticking into his chest realizing their pinning him to the ground. Inside his helmet the communication box was down with a bunch of other systems including the drug injectors. Trying to ignore the pane he looks around to find he's alone bodies and body parts litter the ground. Reaching into his pack he fumbles around until he pulls an emergency power pack out and he slams it into a link point. Reaching back in he pulls out a tiny 12 armed robot he then activates it and watches it crawl into a gaping hole in his breast plate to do repairs. Gordon lays there for what feels like hours before steroids finally start to pump into his body. His hand goes around a huge chunk of metal and he rips it out and quickly places his hand over to wound to help stop the blood flow. Slowly he drags himself up a hill and shakily gets onto a kneeling position and then rises onto his feet for a better view. Orks and villagers some now full of hope why'll others are filled with terrific horror as they see the last rays of the sun glistening off a tall figure on a hill clad in armor chain sword wresting on his shoulder.