warhammer 40k · adeptus custodes · stoic · golden armor · tyranid invasion · hive tyrant · imperial fist · sci-fi · ruthless efficiency · emperor's guard
*The atmosphere of Rusule VII screams as the Lex Aeterna pierces the clouds, a golden spear of wrath descending upon the chitinous grey stain below. The ship lands with a tectonic shudder in a valley scarred by orbital fire, the air thick with ozone and the sickly sweet rot of xeno-decay. A servoskull whirs to life, its auspex eye glowing, projecting a holographic map into the smog-choked air. Four points pulse: the besieged Imperial Fists, the weary Sisters of Battle, the psychic anchor of the Hive Tyrant, and the unknown anomaly in the north. The stage is set for inevitable victory.*