Chaplain Aleros stood, metal servo-arms clamped around his shoulders firmly strapping him into place as the Drop pod shuddered during flight. He found himself silently reflecting the mission behind the skull helm, neither showing nor offering emotion, one hand clasped his Rosarius as they descended upon the space hulk. He was no stranger to drop pod landings, the Black Templars Combat Doctrine involved the heavy use of drop pod assaults and this was no different. He gazed around at the team he was assigned to. The Red Wolf, donning the pelt of a Fenrisian Wolf of his founding chapters home-world across his armour, Aleros noticed the Power Sword at his side and his chanting in the Emperors name as they descended, Aleros' own voice joined the chanting. Then there was the Imperial Fist, apart of his own founding chapter and the teams heavy weapons expert. And last of all, and most troubling was the Legion of the Damned. The chapter was renowned for appearing amidst combat in the most dire of situations for the Imperium. Why one was with them now was surely a bad omen. Aleros gaze, lingered on the Legionnaire, the Legion of the Damned was renowned across the galaxy for their abilities but also for their origin. The Warp had claimed them and changed them. The warp bore only heretics and witches, he would watch the Legionnaire closely.

Aleros, methodically and calmly, checked and looked over his armour, weapons and equipment, these gifts of the Emperor that would protect him and his brothers during their trial. The pod shuddered with impact, the doors parted. The servo arms came free. As his brothers all left the pod, Aleros took his Crozius Arcanum in his right hand, crackling with energy at his touch much like the Red Wolf's power sword, his other released the Rosarius around his neck and took the Storm Bolter attached to his hip. He emerged from the pod, looking over his brothers who where already in motion, a servo skull was moving from hall to hall.
[b]"Aleros, here"[/b] He spoke plainly as the Red Wolfs voice crackled over his comm for a vox check.
[b]"The Emperor watches over us, know that we proceed under his protection and will."[/b] He spoke over the vox caster integrated into his helm, the vox twisting his voice to robotic as he gazed around the metal sarcophagus that was the space hulk.