Typhus was standing on the bridge of his flagship the Terminus Est. He felt immense joy at what he could experience through his psychic link with his ship, they managed to surprise the defences of the planet, most of the machinery able to defend the sky of Kathdar IV was destroyed during the bombardment by his plague fleet. On the surface he could feel the destroyer hive infesting more and more people. Those who became infested would become horifyingly bloated because of the eggs layed inside of them, and after a while they burst with new flies to aid in this conquest. It has only been a few hours but he has already claimed tens of thousands people for papa Nurgle. He couldn`t wait for when they will come to the surface to bring more gifts of their god to the people of Kathdar IV, but he needed to be careful, with the return of Mortarion he couldn`t be sure of the loyalty of his plague fleet`s champions.
„That fool has been doing nothing for the last 10 millenia while I have been spreading the gifts and joy of Nurgle all that time" - thought Typhus.
He hated his primarch with a passion, but some of his underlings might have already pledged their allegiance to him and were plotting behind his back. Necrontius was a plague champion who commanded the battleship known as the bloated death, Typhus was sure that he`d gladly betray him and take his place as the most powerfull mortal, as if that adjective could still describe him, champion of Nurgle. There was also Caorpudon, once one of the first to pledge their allegiance to him and spread diseases all around the galaxy, but he has now regained faith in their primarch and he probably thinks that killing him would make him rank up in the legion.
„Oh, how the mighty have fallen" – lamented in his thoughts Typhus.
„They still can`t see that their ambition and unfaithfullnes does not fit a servant of Nurgle" - thought Typhus.
„I am still papa`s most favoured son, while they and Mortarion are merely his pawns" - thought Typhus.
His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of his second-in-command Kygor. He was a true follower of the plague god and Typhus trusted him, he along with four other plague marines fought directly alongside him. He was a bloated and corrupted man, he walked in his old corroded terminator armour that proudly showed the gifts that Nurgle gave him. He had three eyes, his skin was grey and decaying, from his chest soaked many toxins.
„Warriors on this and many other ships are getting impatient, they want to spread death and decay upon this world, my lord" - said Kygor.
Typhus looked at his old friend and after a short pause gave him instructions.
„Send orders to Necrontius and Caorpadon, they will attack Katr" - ordered Typhus.
„What about the others?" - asked Kygor.
„I`ll tell them directly" - answered Typhus.
After that he used his psychic powers to transmit his voice to other ships in his plague fleet. He made sure that all the warriors were able to hear it.
„Warriors and champions of the plague god hear my call!" - shouted Typhus.
„Today we will take this planet, we will bring death and plagues upon its population, we will bring down and desecrate the statues and cathedrals of the false emperor! - shouted Typhus.
He could hear the shouts and roars of his warriors as he was speaking, even now he could feel the presence of Nurgle guiding him.
„We will spread the gifts of papa Nurgle to the heart of the planet itself and corrupt it for eternity! - once more shouted Typhus.
He could already feel the warriors were ready, but he felt he needed to add just one thing.
„Death to the false emperor!" - roared triumphantly Typhus.
His roar was met with an equally wild and ecstatic answer from his normally silent warriors. He was sure they wanted to bring ruin to this world. After that he ended transmitting his voice.
„Now it`s time descend on the surface" - he said to Kygor and was met with a wide grin on his friend`s face.
„There will be no tommorow for this planet" - answered Kygor