Captain Drakkar was sitting in his breifing room discussing the most recent menaces to the solar system with Platius Fabius, a space marine chaplain.
“So let us discuss how best to defeat the Tyranid swarm.” he said to his companion.
“Well, thus far we have had some success in denying them planets. However the more worlds we destroy, the less defensive outposts we have between here and the emperor himself.” said Fabius.
Drakkar frowned. “We definitely can’t afford that, especially since the empire has invested so much into the Arius system. We have mines on the outer rings collecting several rare metals. We budding colony on Marzim, after fifty years it finally has a breathable atmosphere instead of that methane murk it was stewing in. Arius, Well firstly, it is home to my family and I, a virtual paradise compared to the ice worlds of valhalla. Secondly with the infernal Tyranids already on us we either destroy us and millions of settlers since evacuation is riddled between Hive Queens, the ork fleet and those damnable chaos marines. Not only would we be strapped for escape, but we’d go through veritable firing range to get there.”
Fabius had gone paler and paler through the Captains’ speech.
Drakkar asked, “Are you ok Chaplain”
“No, I am not.” stated Fabius. “I feel that something very disturbing is on it’s way.”