Chaplain Aleros, steeled himself against the visions flooding his vision. The true power of Chaos manifesting in his mind, the power which they would soon face. What he bore witness to disturbed him terribly and he would never speak of it again. He knew his battle brothers would be experiencing similar machinations of chaos. 
[b]"Kinsmen, we are being tested. We cannot know what madness assails us nor what lies ahead. But what we do know is duty. Our duty to cleanse this space hulk and deny it to the enemy. Remain strong."[/b] His voice rang out as they made their way further into the hulk, into chaos.

As the Chaplain looked across the village of twisted metal before them. His courage rose, whatever inhabited this unholy site was of the physical realm. Something that could be slain and therefore eradicated from the hulk. As he watched Deimos looking through the trophies that adorned the camp, Aleros' own gaze was drawn towards the banners. Searching for a symbol of allegiance, whether it be to the chaos gods or a chapter if their steel was to be truly tested this day. He needed to know that which would become his quarry. Meanwhile, his mind worked for a more long term action.
[b]"We now face a choice. Do we continue along this path we have begun, or remain and await whatever abomination inhabits this dark place. And end it."[/b] His voice crackled over the vox.