Corillia was a strange world. Technically classified by the administratum as an agri world, due to its rolling fields and large heards of strange cattle. The planet has only a short dry season, and a very long and aggressive wet season. While this all seems very standard, a surprisingly large number of pilgrims from nearby systems flock to the planet. This is due to the city of Acane, a city of towering steeples, grand cathedrals and the Graves of veritable thousands of minor saints. Recently, pilgrims have dropped of, mainly due to the inexorable approach of the Black legion, and those on the planet now have no way of leaving, but one force of the Imperium has no wish to leave the world. The Lamenters are a lone space marine chapter, charged with the defence of Corillia and it's people. The city of Acane, specifically, has been assigned to the fourth company. Due to the stressed nature of the chapters forces the 4th company stands alone, and virtually unsupported as the chapter can spare no resources to defend the shrine city. The 4th company is bolstered only by the cities garrison of 873 pdf, and 3 rhinos allocated for their use. As they prepare for the coming siege, the clouds above begin to gather, the invasion has fallen directly upon the beginning of the wet season. This season however, brings not only the life giving rain, but also carries the weight of innumerable traitors, who's true goals for conquering the world can be only guessed at... by most at least.

But captain Vergil had more important things on his mind than the seasons of an agri world, he had a city to defend.  Vergil had left the isolated cathedral only twice since their arrival. He had been so bogged down in logistics he had been able to speak precious little with his own men, and with the Mortificators abandonment of the world had only increased his workload. 

Suddenly, a commisar and Arbitrator walked into the cathedral, but with a strange gait. Since the Dreadnought could not hold paper myriad cherubs and servo skulls carried documents for him to read and brought pict docs to be interfaced with his hud. The servo skull with the commisar told a very different story. The Inquisition? Why here and now? Vergil hated to keep secrets from his men, but he knew better than to disobey the Inquisition. 

He tilted his sarcophagus toward the Inquisitor, [b]"Well met Commisar Marian, I shall relay our previous plans for tge PDF to you for briefing. However I wish to speak in private to you... I have questions regarding your assignment here[/b]

With that he looked to his command squad, [b]"We will re-convene shortly for final planning"[/b] and moved to a room that had been appropriated foR the massive Dreadnought, making certain the Inquisitor followed suit.