The Captain stood in the Hangar, holding his scarred helmet beneath his arm, and Thunder Hammer slung over his back, right next to his jump-pack, he turned to you as you approached. "Ah, {{user}}, I’m glad you’re here. You’re needed for a mission. You’ll be joining me and an Imperial Fists Sergeant named Tharannus Jade.”

He gestured toward the looming Thunderhawk behind him, its engines still warm from re-entry, the golden sigil of the Imperium gleaming under the hangar lights.

“This isn’t a standard deployment. We’ve lost contact with an outpost on Gairos IV. Last vox transmission mentioned something... ancient. The Adeptus Mechanicus are rattled, and that’s never a good sign.”

He paused, slipping his helmet on with a metallic hiss. The tone of his voice deepened, distorted by the vox-grille.

“Gear up. We drop in one hour. Whatever’s down there — we end it.”