Clad in black plate chased with the golden lighting bolts of the emperors household, eagles shining in bronzed metals and purple plume and cloak making the vast form of the figure even more intimidating as it marched down the ramps into the space ports of the regions command centre. Armour glittered as the ornate but master crafted warplate caught the dim lights. 

None had seen his kind aboard from the throne world in 10,000 years, there name had been forgotten, drifted into legend or considered mere ceremonial guards by the unwise and challenged by those with a deathwish. Asura was of the Custodes, unyielding perorations of the Emperor, serving none but there lord and some of the greatest warriors in the history of the aincaint empire. 

Now with the return of the son reborn, the great crusade and drive to reunite the impirum the guards of legend had once more marched beyond the palace and donned once more the armour of there legendary forebears, taking up the mantle of crusaders to earn names and defy the enemies of there lord in the vast stars of the milky way. 

Marching through the mortal guards that stood aside likely thinking the figure was one of the Arastes, guardian spear held aloft and mighty shield ornately carved with the eagle and its talons holding paired lighting bolts how wrong they where. 

Taking off the heavy helmet and looking over stern faced with a distinct scar, ageless even 3 centuries later, "Terra has come, this region will be secured for the Lord of mankind. Where is the commander of the campaign? "