It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. Some of you were scooped up from your various chapters and placed into the hallowed and special positions within the Deathwatch. One of you had already taken part in the Achilus Crusade and wished to make a difference in the Jericho Reach. Another was sent by his Chapter to protect those with his specialty from almost certain destruction. Whilst another was seconded to the Deathwatch for his bravery on his homeworld. Regardless of your backgrounds and situations, you all fit the mold for the Deathwatch and were thus thrust into the Jericho Reach. The destroyers carried you from your various positions in the galaxy to Watch Fortress Erioch. You were brought before your new Watch Captain, Clades Spero, a tall imposing figure, with piercing white eyes and flowing long hair the color of snow. What you first noticed was the albinism of his skin. He had the purist skin tone you had ever seen in an Astartes. He eyed you all with curiosity and skepticism, his eyes peering deep inside you, down to the core. You all were quite puzzled by his Chapter Emblem, which was a skull with two crossing scythes in the background. “Welcome to the fortress,” Clades spoke in his deep, solemn voice.
The training mission, intense as it was against the captured Tyranids, was a breeze for you veterans and you were quickly assigned to work together as a Kill Team. Great praise was heaped on the Eagle Knight for his merciless assault against the Hormagaunt mob, slaying it in its entirety and not taking a single wound in the process. Before you knew it, you were sworn into the Deathwatch before the Omega Vault, your left shoulder pauldrons cleared for the Inquisitorial “I” and the Deathwatch skull and bones over the front. You were officially members of the elite Deathwatch and almost immediately given your first orders.
You brought great honor to the Deathwatch in the months that followed, performing recon missions on Tyranid-infested worlds, where the two devastators massacred the Warriors pursuing the lot of you, cutting them down in a hail of bolter fire, the ichor streaming over the battlefield. You bested the Tau on their own battlefields, Darius receiving special praise from the Watch Commander for his tactics in the face of grave danger. You even tousled with a small band of orks whilst recovering vital documents, Greeth having rescued you all from almost certain doom with his prowess in the art of the apothecary. All the while, you have been stationed at Watch Fortress Erioch, being sent out on missions and remaining in the quarters provided to you since you first set foot there. Other Kill Teams have been assigned to inquisitorial destroyers and have been sanctioned to other parts of the reach. The Watch Fortress is loath to send you away, for you have proven your metal and worth in these hard times, with so many enemies fighting at every direction.
These few months have given you all a chance to learn about one another, the strengths and weaknesses. As a Kill Team, you have shown great promise in your cohesion and ability to improvise. You all work well in the thick of it and none have been able to stand before you in the missions you have completed.
On a day when you have interested yourselves in the archives, the combat arena, or perhaps even scrounging up some vine for your own pleasure, Watch Captain Clades approaches you individually and asks that you find your way to Kill Room #3487. He will explain the details of your next mission to you all.