[h2][center]Zeta Mining Complex[/center][/h2]

Sergeant Marius stood at the reinforced window, looking out onto the dead airless surface of Zeta. It was hardly even a moon, and yet was one of the most important planets in the direct path of the Imperium Vanguard now bearing down upon it. The moon was almost completely made of precious metals like Adamantium and Ceramite, vital to the continued defense and survival of the union. Of course, Marius was not thinking about that right now, in fact he couldn't. 

He stood, weapons in hand, staring into the void. His helm was at his side, and he gripped his power axe hard. All that ran through his mind was, [i]"Blood, Death, Blood, Death, Blood, death, BLOOD DEATH BLOOD DEATH BLOOD DEATH BLO-"[/i], no... no the rage had been cured. Right? It was cured yes... yes? The thirst and rage... rage and thirst... no wait was it? Of course... it didn't matter now. He turned to his squad, the four marines were attending their own weapons, all no doubt similar in mindset to their sargeant... all had once been in the throws of the Black rage. But they were cured... 

"Sergeant?", Marius turned to the speaker, Brother Karik who held still his humble bolter, "Yes Karik?", Karik seemed to hesitate, wondering if interupting the Sergeants thoughts had been a good idea, "Should we not prepare to meet with the other leaders in the Complex?", Marius furrowed his brow... the humans... what a bother. "Yes, brothers we must meet our... comrades now.", he clicked his helmet down on his head, the air tight seals hissing as they locked down. He turned and marched out of the viewing deck, his four men filing out after him.

A meeting was to be held amongst the defenders in the center command facility of the compound... it was time for the gods of the Union to meet their worshippers.