“Fourth Company, Squad 3, Heironius reporting. We are being engaged by numerous targets. We have position and guns on target, but they’re still advancing,” it was nothing new though. The Thousand Sons had disappeared for a decade, and when they came back, there was nothing about them that remained recognizable or vaguely human. They were an implacable horde of otherworldly warriors, each one boiling over with psychic energies. They were tough, hard to damage, and nearly impossible to bring down. Even when destroyed it seemed that the suits melted back into the warp, leaving only remains of shimmering dust.
The auspex had more to report though, “Sir! Something else. . . unknown craft. I’m trying to identify.”