Retribution

Rogal Dorn glared at the holographic strategium laid out before him. Rage simmered behind his stone grey eyes. "Captain Garro?" he asked into the cavernous bridge of the Tribune.

Nathaniel Garro, former Captain of the Seventh Great Company of the Death Guard stode forward from the shadows. "Yes, Lord Dorn." he replied.

Dorn looked up from his charts and stared into the eyes of the Death Guard. "What is the dispensation of your forces?" he asked, almost certain he knew the answer already. Garro's spine shot straighter, he longed to return to combat even if not with his former legion. "We are bowed Lord but not broken. I still command enough legionaries and materiel to make a difference."

Dorn rose from his seat at the bridge of the Tribune and turned out to face the stars. "We have need of your Death Guard, Captain. Many of my Imperial Fists have already left the system and I have intelligence indicating there is a traitor strike force moving on the ammunition stores below."

Garro spoke. "Legion or not Lord Dorn, we will make the traitors pay."