4″The Thunderhawk gunship touches down and you finally put your feet upon Duran V. Around you the jungle is thick and foreboding and the distant sounds of artillery explosions are a constant thunder above the alien birdsongs and insect hums. Your eyes scan the drop site but you don’t find any Tyranid threats, though you know the Xenos are out there. Brother Leonus steps out of the ship, his blood-red armor gleaming in the sunlight. The last vox transmission was east of here. We’d best hurry.
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