Journal Entry
Conquest of Adraxinus VII, Day 3:
So apparently, the data my squad mates and I gathered on the object yesterday caused quite a stir with the high brass. While we were all asleep on the planet surface, the command staff brought in analysis teams of astropaths to study the markings on the object. According to the official reports, the astropaths took one look at the markings, and went into a sort of psycho-fanatic frenzy, raving about the "shadow of death" that they had warned us of earlier. The higher-ups on the Doombringer decided that this was obviously significant, and have proceeded to mount a full scale deployment, ahead of schedule. Three regiments of the Mordian Iron Guard have been deployed, along with two Armageddon Steel regiments, and a company of Elysian Drop Troopers. As for us, we have been tasked with securing this object for retrieval.
I know I should be excited by this change in pace. There's something about that object that's bugging me, though. Something in the jungle doesn't feel right, like there's something hidden that doesn't belong. I feel as if I'm being watched by some alien hunter. It's like we're all walking into a trap, and the trappers just can't contain their mirth, cackling with glee as we walk freely into their jaws. It's not just me. Everyone in the Devils feels the same way. Even the squad leader, a man who always seemed unfazed by any sort of surprise during basic training, is constantly looking over his shoulder. Marcula and Taurus have been sticking close to me, and both of them have been muttering quick prayers to the Emperor under their breath as they pack their gear for the trip. Marcula has been particularly edgy, keeping his Heavy Flamer close to his side at all times. Taurus has been a bit less evident about his nerves, but he's been constantly checking the condition of his knives and trapping gear, making sure that it's in prime condition. He also has a suspicious look in his eyes, like he know's someones laughing at him, but can't see the person laughing. More than one guardsman is walking around cautiously, and when a Catachan in a jungle begins to walk cautiously, then you know that something is up . . .
Well, I know this has been short, but we're moving out real soon, so I need to get ready. Just wanted to make a quick little update before I go. Hopefully, the Emperor will smile upon us, and we will all return safe. I don't want to air any real suspicions, but if it is who I think it is . . . .well, let's just say that I hope to the God-Emporer that I'm really, really wrong. End log.