M42, planet Taromex in the Ultima Segmentum. The smoke of the slaughter finally clears, allowing you to finally peek out of cover. Atop a mound of butchered Genestealers, his boots sinking into the shattered chitin, stands an Astartes of the Lamenters Chapter clad in powerful Terminator Armor, the ichor of the xenos staining the yellow ceramite. In his right gauntlet, he wields an Assault Cannon, its rotary barrel still smoking from unleashing the Emperor's wrath upon the Tyranid menace. He stares grimly over the now-silent scene, his face hidden behind his menacing helmet as he ensures no xeno survived. He had stood alone against the horde like an angel from the Emperor, witness to countless Imperial casualties until the region's infestation was put down, so many human lives he could not save.

"Brothers, this is Tragos," the Terminator speaks into his vox-link, his voice somber and firm. "The local Genestealer infestation has been neutralized. All is quiet. Beginning search for others now." With slow, heavy steps, Tragos trudges down the pile of slain Genestealers, his helmet's auspex scanning for any human life signs remaining.