<div class="floatright">(http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110219083602/warhammer40k/images/1/11/Minotaurs_Livery.jpg)</div><br/>Grenarious watched each Marine entered his presence with a detached air.  Eyes of deep green studied every soldier that came to him before battle.  There could be no weakness for those he sent forth to do the Emperor’s work, no short comings before the fight that might end a war.  The Space Marines were the tip of the sword, the true edge that would cleave at the heart of the enemy.  This man would broker no dullness from his troops nor accept any excuses.  Should he find need these would not be the first he had sent to the void for an infraction or over suspicion of weakness.  He moved before them in a short pace while they presented themselves.  Across his body was worn the black armor of the Death Watch.  Honors pinned to his armor, prayer strips fluttered from his body.  At his side rested an ancient bolter that bore the markings of blessing and the wear of deeds done.  He was a man who had seen the horrors that faced mankind and shot them cold.<br/><br/>Not once or twice did he pace, but many times.  Shaven hair was cut so close to the scalp that the scars could be seen.  A scowl burned across his face before he stopped and stared on them.  To Sovreign was given an especially critical eye as if the man simply wished for an excuse.  The snarl deepened before fading away into the mask of a commander once more.  Then he turned and the sigil of the Minotaurs stood proud on his armor.  A hand swept upward to indicate the planet.<br/><br/>“Behold Bacchus!”  Disdain echoed from his voice as he announced the planet’s name.  Much as one might indicate an unwanted guest, he turned his back to the planet as if the orb might disappear then.  “Imperial records point to this planet as a former creation for pleasure.  The cursed Eldar as suspect with its creation but was our choice to turn this planet into one for the noble pursuits.  Everything was to be had there from wild sports to the baser activities.  Then all was lost and this planet was lost.”<br/><br/>“Through the Warp we received a distress call from a Confessor stationed there.  Life had been discovered on the planet.  Tribes believed to be from ancient Imperial families that survived to this day and our Confessor sought to bring them back to the fold.  The planet belongs to the Emperor’s by right and these people are his by virtue of their survival and existence on the planet.  Still, the Confessor has called us with disturbing news.  Oceans are coming up short on the shores and Orks are spotted in their jungles.  The Confessors says he is under attack there and his colony threatened.”<br/><br/>“We cannot afford to tolerate an Ork incursion into the Jericho Reach no matter the scale.  If they are behind the oceans drying up then we also need to investigate this turn of events.  Perhaps a new weapon is at their disposal or a dangerous ally with them.  We have located what seems to be a camp of theirs atop of gambling tower.  Scans have revealed anti-air emplacements and so we are dropping you down to turn aside these guns.  Then we can bring down the Thunderhawk to evacuate and later investigate.”<br/><br/>A pause was given to allow the Marines to absorb the information.<br/>