The bridge is silent except for the clinking sounds of Abaddon's gauntlets as he clenched and un-clenched his fists. Looking down from the widowed-wall of the command bridge he saw white lines streaking down from the void of space down onto Isstvan III like shooting stars. But they weren't stars, its childish to think so, those were drop pods holding the Sons of Horus, Emperor's Children, World Eaters, and Death Guard. They think they'll be fighting a rebelling world, taking it back into compliance of the Imperium Oh how wrong they are.