But first a story:

Log of Capture:: Attempt by the Ordo Xenos to Capture live suspect of Xenos Hybridization for further study. Hybrid suspection of the Genuses: Tyranicius Tyranicii and the Genus: Alpha Draconis.

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Mission log entry: Commander Madelous of the 1st company of Xenos retrival.

Day 1: Our men are...shakey. They are blinded by the night...that...THING is probably mocking us from a distance...waiting for us to tire so it can relish our death. After our first two men died out of our squad of ten...the moral of our troops started to fail. The first soilder was slaughterd before our eyes. He didn't even have time to aim. The other was...literally...TORN apart, but not by physical strenght...no...this was caused by some sort of ...psionic attack. This attack was FAR beyond our own psykers on our planet. Then after hearing return fire, the blasted thing flew away with blinding speed. Nothing that big should be able to move that fast.

Day 2: We are slowly being torn apart. We lost another later that day from insanity. I...we...can...HEAR him...talking to us...tainting us...

Day 3: OUR SQUAD IS SUFFERING. Please! SOS!! If there are any allied ships in the residence...please for the love of god help us! We lost two more...they killed each other by stabbing and cutting each other...when we found their mutilated bodies...they had smiles on their faces...

Day 4: I had to kill one of our men...I refuse to say why...I can here......No! Foul Xenos Exit the vicinity of my mind!! He is trying to control me! To lead the rest of the men here ... So he can eat...

Day 5: This might be my last entry for my life...with only three men left...oh god! Soilder!! Flash your light ove...My GOD...Look at it! Its a monster!! Wha?! Vendetta get your Ass back here now!! Coward! Rodreagus?! not you too!! Xeno I will not allow you to live! In the name of th...!
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Log Interrupted...
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Xeno-Hunt...
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Castrophe...
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