From afar it looked like an orb of rust and dirt, wrapped in a thin layer of slowly moving ragged green clouds. The abandoned moon rotated in silence. Two long and deep canyons ran along it’s surface. The canyons met approximately midway from one another which made their shapes resemble a huge “X”.
X marks the moon.
A small swarm of bulky and shiny, droplet-like red capsules broke through the sky of the moon, tearing it’s cloak of green clouds apart. The sky screamed like a bleeding animal in agony when the green microbiological matter burned into a black dust and gave way to the drop pods falling in terminal velocity.
The drop pods hit the surface with heavy impact. The maw-like hatches fell open, fanfared by hissing noise released by the white and hot steam escaping from pneumatic breaks. Hulking red Astartes began to march out of the pods – and so began the raise of the blood red tide.
Ragal Gair, Captain of Red Corsairs, led his small raiding party from the point. A set of tall chimneys shimmered in the horizon and kept coming closer. They were approaching their target with steady pace.
They arrived at the scene. It was an old refinery station located around 20 clicks from their landing site. Was this the spot? It sure was a good place to hide something that should be forgotten.
The air around Red Corsairs began to warm up and dark clouds started appearing above them. Arcs of bright light danced between the clouds and ground, making banging noise and flashing light each time they met one another. They we’re not alone. Someone was about to teleport on the scene…
With heavy losses the renegade Astartes decide to flee from the scene along with whatever precious information their hired guns were able to gather from the containers – which were now in the possession of Navigator House. It was time to lick wounds and plan a revenge.