The Thunderhawk landed near the hills. It's hatch open and a pearly mist came out. Ten stormtroopers came down the ramp, Hellguns at the ready. They formed a phalanx and waited. I heard his heavy steps before I saw him. The Holy Warrior, the Great Defender, the Pure-Hearted... His names were only spoken in whispers. His ancient Terminator armour shimmered in the moonlight. I had to tilt my head back to take in his full height. He moved slowly, but methodically, his deep black eyes evaluating the gathered host.
"Brother-Captain... Master Chaplain..." the Inquisitor said after a moment, "Allow me to introduce Grandmaster Lucas of the Grey Knights."