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A burst of energy could be felt throughout the entire system, as the fabric of reality rippled and ruptured. A huge rip in space appeared near the edge of the system, purple lightning and fire bursting forth from it, surrounded in a cloud of strange material that appeared to dissipate moments after leaving this strange phenomenon. Energy readings from this rift would be absurd, but it would be clear this was an interdimensional phenomenon of some sort. Perhaps more worrying than the chaotic Warp energies, however, was the truly immense ship that slowly pushed it's way through them. Like a wall of steel the prow came first, an energy shield pushing away the unnatural energies of the warp as the Devastation entered realspace. Upon first glance, the ship might well have been mistaken for a flying castly of some description, covered in impossibly large and numerous canons after some orkish sense of fashion. But the immense thrusters and general design quickly made it clear that this was merely a spaceship of unconventional design, covered in towering parapets and walls, actual fabric flags and banners lining the ship itself in the hundreds. Of course, any ridicule one might have for the design was quickly suppressed by the realization that the immense canon mounted below what appeared to be it's prow-mounted ram was over 20x the size of the Tel'Tac itself, and the transport ship could have comfortably flown up the barrel had that not been the literal worst idea.

Company Master Dromari Arkon stood imperiously upon the main command deck, glaring down at the other command crew working below as vital information was forwarded to him via the voxel-piece which had been implanted into his skull. He was a grim-faced commander, veteran of many wars, with short grey hair and piercing eyes the colour of storm clouds. Nearly 200 years ago he had been impaled through the skull by an Eldar force blade, although that had only slowed him down. The eye he had lost was later replaced by the Adeptus Mechanicus, a mechanical little piece that extended along the side of his head until it touched the base of his spine. A nearby servitor rattled off the traits of the various planets in the system in it's monotone robotic voice, going over any signs that might be used to determine the nature and number of their enemies. A nearby techmarine meanwhile translated that from gibberish into something useful, informing him that a powerful energy signature had been detected on a nearby planet. While there was no significant enemy presence in the system, something had definitely used a significant amount of energy on the planet's surface mere moments ago.

For a moment, Dromari considered simply performing Exterminatus on the planet, the old tried-and-true method of erasing any and all opposition on the planet. Not even an Ork infestation was stubborn enough to survive that. And although the Devastation alone was not equipped for the full Exterminatus procedure, with some efforts they would probably be able to wipe away most of the surface and completely annihilate the atmosphere in just about a day. However, Azrael would have his head on a platter if he didn't at least confirm what the threat was before blowing it into oblivion. Besides, he was no fan of long-ranged combat. Truly, what was the point of serving the immortal Emperor if one didn't get to see the filthy buggers' faces when they were introduced to His might. "Prepare the Teleportarium for deployment procedure. I want a full Battle Company on the ground within the hour." He himself headed off, command of the ship automatically passing on to a nearby Techmarine. If combat broke out, he would need to be on the front lines.

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Less than thirty minutes after the Devastation had first entered the system, without so much as a transmission indicating the intentions of the invaders, waves upon waves of Space Marines would appear on the surface. Drop Pods were launched down to increase the speed of deployment, carrying heavy armour and supplies, things too large to be teleported down. Weaponry was set up and assembled for combat, as an entire company mobilized for war, in what was perhaps the most hilariously out-of-proportion reaction since anyone reacted in any fashion to the Imperial Guard. After about ten minutes more of set-up, the by now undoubtedly prepared Goa'Uld would find a small army marching towards their temporary base, numbering approximately 100 marines and including no less than 7 tanks, in addition to several large artillery canons on wheels.

As for Dromari, he marched at the front of the group, surrounded by a Command Squad. His heavy Terminator Armour further augmented his height, and he cut an imposing figure, covered in seals and scrolls recounting his many deeds, as well as inscribing the blessings of the Emperor onto his very armour. His weapon of choice was the mighty Thunder Hammer, a weapon wreathed in constant lightning and carrying behind it the force of a cruise missile. In his off hand he held a Storm Bolter, a shorter-range version of the Bolter with two barrels, allowing for twice the usual amount of destruction. The Iron Halo mounted above his head projected a force field around him to defend him against enemy attacks. The veterans serving by his side served to relay his orders to the rest of the company, as well as supporting him in battle, the massive banner they carried forming a rallying point for the army in more ways than one.

The Goa'Uld would have their choice as to how to respond to this seemingly hostile force. They did not immediately enter the vicinity of their base, but rather had several strange floating skulls with mechanical implants fly around the area, presumably scanning the area and identifying any threats. Dromari's loud voice would echo out towards the Goa'Uld outpost. "It looks like a couple of xenos figured this was a good time to go breaking accords, eh men? Surrender at once, and we'll pack this little thing up quick. You'll be scanned for a Tyranid infection, and sent back home in one piece." The man's voice was the voice of a man who expected to be obeyed, although by moving ahead of the bulk of his army he had made himself vulnerable to attack. He was not entirely devoid of strategic insight, however, and a full unit of Whirlwind artillery tanks was primed and ready to fire from a nearby hill. The bulk of his army also wasn't far behind him, allowing them to rush in should their commander be attacked.