<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/57359/ship_1.jpg)</div><br/>The sound of chanting could be heard throughout the hull of the ship.  A steady hymn that played throughout the interior, proclamations made regarding the blessing of the Emperor on his Golden Throne.  Every marine knew the words to each one that played and every crew member aboard the<em>Dawning Light</em>would know each word by heart before a station was found to receive them.  The chants were played routinely during the passage through the Warp.  Every syllable a ward of some sort to push back the denizens of that unholy place just outside this world.  Righteous faith was an instrument as powerful as any machine in the depths of space.  So when the chanting ceased abruptly, all knew it for a poor omen.  There was no scheduled drop from the Warp at this point.<br/><br/>The<em>Dawning Light</em>was a ship of the Deathwatch and so no man among even the crew trembled with fear of the unknown.  Every soul aboard knew the price they were expected to pay, someday.  For a select few of the marines aboard that day might be fast approaching.  Signals were given for a team to assemble at the Watch Captain’s order.  Every marine so summoned finding only a simple message for their presence to appear at the present time and moment.  There would be no discussion.  Grenarius was not a man to be disobeyed without sound cause and justifiable reason.<br/><br/>Each man would find themselves brought to a hangar of the ship.  Being prepared already was the looming figure of a Thunderhawk transport ship.  Weapons bristled angrily at the edge of the monstrous wings as if an angry bird were ready to take flight and defend its young.  Servitors worked tirelessly to load supplies and ordinance onto the transport while crew made their inspections and preparations for flight.  Already a door was opened into the black void of space where the curve of a lush, green planet could be seen.  Only a thin layer of Void Shield protected them all from death.<br/><br/>“Marines!  Stand you ready to heed the Emperor’s call to arms!?”  The voice of Grenarius boomed through the hanger as if carrying across the battlefield.<br/>