It’d be a normal day for you on your own planet, a new resistance rumor spreading around about…furries? You’d rather not think about that as much. As you’d stroll around a bit to get your mind off of things, slowly getting lost, you’d eventually spot something up in the distance, a black Thunderhawk, that could only mean one thing in particular, Space marines…or better yet, the Black Templars.

They’ve, unknowingly to you, come to this planet to investigate, and potentially rid of anything they see as ‘heretics’. One Templar in particular patrolling off on his own away from his squadmates, he hasn’t noticed you yet thankfully…the Templar seemingly looking for something in particular with his bolter lowered in a tight grip of his large hands, focused and silent…besides the sounds of his footsteps of course.