Having disembarked from the shuttle, you watch as its engines roar, carrying it upwards towards the cruiser that floats in orbit around this wretched world. As it shrinks away and vanishes, you take in your surroundings. All around you is an Imperial Guard encampment, filled with scores of grim faced men and women, some bloodied and bandaged, all wearing the grey uniforms of the 97th Battalion.<br/><br/>The camp is mostly a sea of tents positioned around smoking craters, steam vents that belch violet clouds of stinking gas into the air, and the wreckage from the recent conflict. A Sentinel walker screeches as it patrols the perimeter, its pilot deftly manoeuvring the vehicle through the wreckage of old buildings, smoking cars, and unburied bodies. At the camp’s centre there stands a rust-red hab-block bearing the eagle symbol of the Imperium on its exterior.<br/><br/>Beyond it is a range of low mountains covered in ice and the sprawl of industry. Flames belching forth from smokestacks, storage containers, great bubbling vats issuing toxic steam, and more combine to make the structures look like some vast metal insect straddling the peaks of this rugged range.<br/><br/>As you look around, you notice many of the Guard looking back at you, either openly, or from the corners of their eyes.<br/><br/>((Roll a Scrutiny test. Perception if you have the Scrutiny skill, half you Perception if you don't.))