Theris stared at the runes, watching as the navy shot up the spores before landing. It wasn't going to be enough. They never were. His men were preparing for the battle of their lives. His regiment, the 347th Brachans, were heavy infantry fighters. They were loyal, and they were afraid. Not afraid of the enemy, the tyranids, they had fought them before, no, Theris thought with a smile, they were afraid of him.<br/><br/>"Nel," He called out to his aide, "Get in contact with HQ. Inform them that Colonel Hastor was out on drills and is exposed, and we can move to support." He looked at Captain Geller, who looked at him and nodded. Theris grinned, drawing his bolt pistol, "Lets show these xeno monsters the wrath of the Emperor."