In the grim darkness of the far future there is only war. Welcome to the BLACK CRUSADE. CALIXIS SECTOR / PLANET TYRON Planet Tyron was rife with disorder as the reports came that a new Black Crusade was launched, and Tyron was caught straight in its path. Tyron was a minor agriworld, whose allegiance to the Imperium was not as sure as other planets around it. Many inhabitants were secret worshipers of Chaos, though many did not know the true nature of Chaos, merely worshiping the gods of their ancestors. The simple farmers were not that much afraid of the invading Chaos forces; they feared the coming of Imperial troops that would no doubt make their way to Tyron. And arrive the Imperium did. Platoon after platoon of Guardsmen poured forth from the carriers and swarmed the fields of the simple farmers, setting up defenses while trampling the vital crops of Tyron's denizens. The simple peasants could not hope to drive off the Imperial forces without feigning allegiance to the Imperium. They continued their life sullenly, burning their idols and keeping their shrines concealed from the eyes of the Imperial Guard. They prayed that their unholy traditions would not be found out, for they had heard the tales of the terrible fates of those who worshiped other gods than the Emperor. The brunt of the Chaos invasion hit planetfall a few months after, bringing death and fire to the green fields of Tyron. Some of the more brave farmers looted the corpses of the dead and joined the fray, adding to the carnage and fully understanding the power of their gods. The Imperial Guard were taking many losses worldwide, except for the massive Capital Fortress located in the capital of Tyron. It was a safe haven for the Imperium, for the 500 ft high wall was impenetrable, armed with anti-air and anti-personnel armaments. The fray was joined by other factions: the Ebony Blade Chapter of the Space Marines, the personal forces of the Rogue Trader Claimor, and Inquisitor Hadra, tipped off by the corruption that had defiled Tyron for centuries. Now the planet was burning bright, a beacon that drew the forces of Order and Chaos to bloody battle. Detritus Detritus finished the profane rites of Slaanesh as he always did after battle. He posed the corpses of the Guardsmen in elaborate positions to create a story made of rotting flesh. His Traitor Guardsmen were taking the ammo packs and combat gear off the bodies, praising their own gods. After finishing his corpse story, he could feel Slaanesh's approval. He called his second-in-command Hydra to come talk with him. The veteran met Detritus outside the farmhouse. He was a full head taller than Detritus, his build twice as wide. The man was bloated, festering with pus and disease. Detritus had ordered him to wear a mask, for his face caused the other Traitors to look away in horror. He had met Hydra back in his early days of traitorhood, a dying guardsmen forsaken on the planet while the Guard left the world. Detritus offered him to the Chaos Gods, and they offered him back to Detritus as his own personal bodyguard. "The gods are pleased with us, Hydra. Three battles in a row, all successful. The weak Imperium is retreating back to the Capital. The battle on Tyron is done." The towering abomination looked at him silently. Detritus smiled. "But our goal is far from reached. The gods want us to sacrifice the entire populace. They spoke to me! The dearest slaves of the Corpse Emperor are coming to join the corpse pile as well, the Space Marines." "Get to the point." Hydra was a man of few words, and he preferred conversations to consist of few words. Detritus, on the other hand, had a habit of dragging on his conversations. Detritus laughed. "Very well. Though we are blessed by the powers of the Ruinous Powers, we are no match for the inhuman Space Marines. We need more powerful warriors." "How do we get them?" "Simple," Detritus smirked. "We attract them like we attract flies: leave a trail of blood and corpses, and they will follow."