28/05/2009 in Warhammer 40K
Warmaster Evett Dimitri sat in his chair on the flagship Civil Unrest, gazing down through the viewport at the planet Arlon below. Arlon had been the site of a massive, heretical uprising, its inhabitants falling to the sway of Chaos years ago. Nine years, to be exact. Nine years ago this day. During the nine years he had watched over the raging battles of Arlon, Warmaster Evett Dimitri had sent countless numbers of good men and women to die, all in an attempt to reclaim the once-mighty Forge World. The technologies on the world had left it deemed far too important to be cleansed from orbit, and so for nine years untold millions had given their lives so that the Imperium might once again control Arlon and for nine years the traitorous renegades below had used their formidable advantages, their Titan legions, to halt the Imperial Guard at every advance.
A month ago, Warmaster Evett Dimitri had been told that he was to take Arlon, whatever the cost. The war was becoming too costly an affair. One hundred regiments of the Imperial Guard, along with ten full companies of Adeptus Astartes, had been deployed on the world for one final push. A month ago, it had looked like the war would end then and there. Then the Immaterium began to spew out innumerable daemonic abominations; legions of Chaos Space Marines and festering daemons. Setback after setback had watched the unfathomable armies Warmaster Evett Dimitri commanded dwindle into nothing more than a paltry force, barely able to hold the ground they already controlled.