**Jericus "Ing" Ignace Client World 576143290-B several hours ago**

On top of a sand dune laid an lone unconscious imperial guardsmen half covered in sand. After a couple of minutes the guardsmen slowly to opened his eye's blinked as the sun was right in his eyes. Ingance sat up still dazed looking over the landscape it didn't take him long to realized that this wasn't a dark chamber several miles underground with a chaos lord in full terminator armor with lightening claws.

"Im I dead?" Ignace asked out loud looking around the sand dunes he rolled up his left pants leg and saw the dull metal of his prosthetic. 'I am not dead. So were the throne am I?' he thought grabbing his lasgun which was off to his side. Standing up he set off in a random direction to try to find any sort of civilization hoping that this planet is under Imperium control. 

**several hours later**

Ignace stopped on-top of a sand dune and looked around to see if he could spot anything. "Please Emperor help me find someone," the prayed hoping that the Emperor was listening to him. He stood there for a minute or two wait for some sort of divine signal. After waiting for a minute he heard someone shouted in Gothic. The guardsman quickly made his way over towards the were he heard the shouting. Climbing on top of a sand dune he saw a space marine advancing towards some people. Before Ignace could try to get he space marines attention he slipped and started to roll down the hill. Tumbling down the hill rolling to a stop right next to the space marine face down in the sand.