Lexus Sabathon had long since figured out that his god, Khorne, had lied to him, but he had no idea how to escape him. He had fled Chaos Space to an unknown planet that, with luck, no one would find him on. He had lived there for several years with such luck, save for one day when a lone Iron Knight scout found the planet. The young Knight had found him and was about to kill him, when Lexus said he wished for redemption. The Iron Knight had sent a message to the Imperium and Lexus was to be blessed in the name of the Emperor.
Before the Knight could perform the blessing, another ship, unknown to either the Empire or the Chaos Fleets, came and began digging at the planet. It dropped a huge chunk of rock onto the planet. At the peak of the chunk was a strange Obelisk; Lexus sensed that it reeked of Chaos and he was willed to follow it, with the Iron Knight in tow. The Iron Knight who followed was killed, crushed by a piece of falling debris. Lexus took the torso of the Iron Knight and put it in the cargo bay of his ship with a short prayer.
Lexus carefully made his way to the place where the obelisk had fallen, marveling at the size of the thing despite the dense aura of Chaos that it exuded. The Marine stood in awe and horror as the Warp opened around it in a storm, swallowing him up.
Lexus fell through the Warp, and though he had no sense of time, it seemed to him after he left it that he had been there for eons. The Marine looked around his new surroundings; he was in a vast city, buildings scraping the sky. The entire city felt of Chaos. The Knight strode forward, toward the source of the Chaos.
A snarl resonated from an alleyway as the Marine strode, but he continued without incident. Lexus grasped his scythe tightly, seeing several shapes dart past through the corner of his eye. The Marine snarled, double checking the lock on his helmet as a creature staggered from the shadows.
The Professor leapt across the control room, pulling a lever as the TARDIS shook violently.
"What's happening," yelled Drake, clutching the console. "I thought you were setting us down gently on Earth!" The Professor smiled wryly at the S.O.L.D.I.E.R., pressing the stabilizers.
"So did I," said the Time Lord. "But I suppose not. It looks like the TARDIS has other plans." The ship landed, the engine shutting down as the Time Lord relaxed, leaning against the console.
"Doc," said Rosie, striding into the room. "What was that? I assume that we're not on Earth for a peaceful Easter holiday?" The Professor smirked at her, checking the monitor.
"No, it looks like we fell through a storm in the Vortex to a planet on the other side of the galaxy. Lopra Minor. Lovely little place, home to a group of humanoids called the Salturans. Fantastic little race, but they had a major extinction event about seventy-five million years before your time. Nobody's entirely certain why, though."
The Time Lord leapt across the control room, smiling. "Well," he said. "Shall we go greet a lost civilization then?"
He opened the door, leading the rest of the crew with him.
The first thing Rosie saw was the skyline in the dusk; it was the largest city she'd seen since leaving Cybra. The second thing she saw was the destruction around.
"No," said Stern, real fear tingeing his voice. "This place is lost to Chaos. We must leave. Now." Rosie looked back at him, then to the Professor.
The Professor's eyes darkened for an instant, but he stepped forward. "No," he said. "Look around. This world didn't fall too long ago. There may be survivors."
Rosie looked to the Time Lord, nodding.
"Now," said the Professor, looking to each of them. "Keep on your guard, but don't attack unless you have to. Most likely, the invaders will be alien. But that doesn't mean anything." And he led the way into a ruined city swarming with Chaos.