White Drop Pods fell from the sky like countless meteors plunging into the atmosphere at once, trailing hundreds of white streaks across the dusky yellow heavens.
Friction with the atmosphere heated the Drop Pods' shells to a blazing orange-red, but once they passed through the clouds, they rapidly cooled, returning to the signature snow-white livery of the White Scars.
Like petals falling from the heavens, they scattered across the sky, then slowly descended toward the vast grasslands below.
Through the observation window, the Khan gazed past the thick bulletproof glass at the planet's surface.
His pupils widened slightly, his breath caught for a moment, and a smile slowly pulled at the corners of his mouth.
This place was almost exactly like Chogoris.
Unbroken grasslands stretched in every direction, all the way to the horizon.
The golden grass rippled like waves in the breeze, glowing warmly beneath the dusky yellow sky.
Distant mountains loomed through the mist, their peaks capped with white snow that took on a faint pink tint in the dim light.
The sky was an amber yellow, like a piece of amber polished by time, with a few white clouds drifting slowly across it, casting moving shadows over the ground.
The air carried the scent of grass and earth, mingled with the faint fragrance of distant wildflowers, bringing a long-forgotten comfort to the lungs.
"Hahahaha!"
The Khan let out a hearty laugh that echoed through the Drop Pod's cabin, wild and free as a mustang released from captivity.
He spun around and shouted to the White Scars warriors checking their equipment behind him, "Sons of Chogoris! Look at this place! This is our home ground!"
He pointed toward the boundless grasslands outside the window, his voice ringing with the excitement of a man inviting his comrades to share