I am told a particularly large battle was fought outside the walls of Cautus where the mainstay of the planet’s refugees had gathered.
The brave soldiers of the Planetary Defence Forces here stood up against an advancing horde of Plague Marines and pestilent daemons, but their forces quickly diminished and fell to the plague of Chaos.
After the walls where breached, the battle moved into the city proper, where billions of civilians had crammed together for safety. – One needs little imagination to know their fate.
As luck has it, we had a Thunderhawk stationed at Cautus, that air-lifted 33 civilians and 2 officers of the Planetary Defence Force. – 35 souls saved from a doomed city of billions. –
These people are also the source from where most of our intel has been gathered.
As each Imperial bastion fell in turn, Planetary High Command authorized the complete destruction of all Imperial settlements and fired their tactical nuclear missiles at their designated targets.
Little did they know that this was precisely the move the forces of Chaos had been waiting for.
The nuclear missiles caused massive deaths on a scale before unimagined.
Within the blink of an eye, almost all human life on the planet was snuffed out and their collective psychic death screams fed the Warp Storm like nothing else could.
Even safely within the material realm, we had to erect the Warp Shields of our Strike Cruiser not to be annihilated in the sudden, violent rush of energy.
As we departed the dying planet, I swear I saw twisted faces swirling across it’s atmosphere, and a massive jaw of sharp teeth closing around the planet.
– I pray I never see such a sight again!
With void, warp and view shields up, we have relocated to the outer reaches of the Star System.
We have currently set up in a temporarily safe zone in orbit around the star system’s outmost planet; Bifröst, but I fear it will soon be overrun with Warp energy as well.
It also seems that he Warp Storm has effected the Star System’s sun.
The small Red Dwarf has grown tremendously in warmth and has become extremely unstable.
My advisors tell me that it has probably already made Ragnarokk a molten Hell, and we have only a few days before it goes Nova, and potentially creates a Black Hole. So it is that I am shamed to report our failure in our task to save Ragnarokk.
Our Commander’s is but one death in a sea of billions, and Chaos has completed their ritual in full; maybe bringing more death and destruction than even they had predicted.
As for what will happen to us:
Will we escape this Hellish place, get lost in the Warp or burn out in the exploding Nova of Ragnarokk’s star? – I cannot tell.
Through it all I trust in only this and let it guide my actions:
“It is better to be crippled in body, then to be corrupt in mind!”
“Only in Death does Duty end!”
This is Captain Iniel Bannister of the Guardian Angels Eighth Company, Signing Off.
END TRANSMISSION!
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