Sounds of chaos filled the chamber beyond, as heretics screamed and were cut down by bolter fire.  The door opened and revealed a portal into a blasted hell, the entire room filled with fire and screaming heretics.  A flaming mutant tried to run out the door, only to have his head explode from a lasgun shot from nearby.  The columns of flame parted, and a lone figure walked through the chaos in heavy grey carapace armor, clad in a yellow cape that smouldered in the heat.  He surveyed the assembled forces before him, wielding his laspistol and chainsword, a refraction field hanging around his neck like a collar.  "Rogue Trader Cortez, Sergeant En of the 9th platoon reporting for duty.  My forces are at your disposal."  He reported, as the last of the flaming mutants were mopped up with lasgun fire.<br/><br/>The standard bearer of the platoon walked into the officier's rec room, waving the flag of the 9th platoon.  The blue flag bore a golden goblet in the center, clutched in the talons of a raptor while yellow lightning struck between the corners of the platoon standard.  A number of other grey armored troops strode in, bearing lasguns with yellow trim, and more than a few of them carrying flamers with strange baroque construction that looked more like an alchemical lab than a weapon.  "The 22 soldiers, 7 flamers, 2 heavy bolters, and fighting determination of the 9th platoon are at your disposal, sir.  We have another resource as well, a group of captured Tzeetchian cultists."  The platoon commander said, leading in a group of naked prisoners with shaved heads, their bodies scourged with whips.  Each pair of prisoners had a rebreather linked to their faces with tubes, while blood flowed from their mouths.