[b]The image of Man is perfection, corrupting the image with the foul sorceries of the Warp only spells doom for your immortal soul.[/b] [i]The earth quivered around The Tatakoi Plains, an orbital dropped fortress now shadowing over the once peaceful sight, desecrating the fallen with its bleak appearance. Needless to say, about half a mile was not in use of nature by now. The Fortress was both a marvel and uninviting, it looked rather more like a gothic castle in terms of design, but in truth this was the prototype 'Drop Fortress' that had been created by the holy Adeptus Mechanicum, to test a new way of setting up imperial forces on planets quicker, similar to the 'Drop Temple' that the Ecclesiastical Clergy was so fond of. Machinery gave away it's true purpose. To serve as a fortress for The Imperium of Man, however due to its...small presence, Lord Lucius Cain Robert Merriweather Albert Jackson Profundus von Guggenheim Alladeen Gilliam. Or just Lord-Captain Gilliam. Nonetheless the Rogue Trader Lord-Captain of the Gilliam Dynasty, one that spanned back to the Great Crusade, was aboard [b]The Retribution[b/], currently in orbit. The Teleportarium had been frequently, loud cracks had been echoing every half hour along with multiple Landers transporting cargo as the base was slowly filling up with each passing day. A Devourer Dropship, a mighty beast of a Dropship had entered the atmosphere, transporting enough vehicles and troops to secure their base. Though since nobody really traveled beyond the dojo, this went almost relatively unnoticed by the 'dojoites'- I mean respected warriors of The Dojo. [/i] [spoiler] that might've been a crack at the fact every post is just in the dojo by now. [/spoiler] [i]The Fortress had been properly set up and into action within weeks of its arrival. The Lord-Captain, along with his 'Elite Honor Guard' retinue which consisted of a BONE'EAD, 4 Bullgryns and 14 of his hand picked Tempestus Scions, armed with Hellguns which left just enough room for Gilliam on the Teleportarium. With a deafening crack, the Empyrean had transported them to the base and off The Retribution. The Imperium Fortress had been properly equipped, though the issue of how they were to deal with any....peculiar beings was on the table. Nonetheless during the next two weeks trenches had been dug, bunkers made out of the sturdy ferrocrete manufactured so the Guard stationed could provide defenses. It was a glorious sight in the Lord-Captains eyes. He would have to inform somebody to contact the nearest forge world soon, to inform them of the success. However, more important issues came to be. Probes sent out by the Retribution showed very small signs of an imperial presence...[/i] [spoiler]Open, I mean....if you can find a way to not get shot then be my guest.[/spoiler]