“Tzeentch misled the enemy as to our strength!
Slaanesh seduced them to strike without thinking!
Khorne led us to spill their blood!
Nurgle will fester in their wound and open the it for the glory of chaos undiveded to spread though the rapture in space we are about to conceive!
All glory to the Gods of Chaos!”
Vanetsch through his microphone to one of the many servants on the bridge of his capital ship.
The gods had made victory hard, he had only barely survived. The ship was clinging on to reality on its last threads and it would take hours and thausands of slaves to put out all the fires and get steering again.
The alliance of the corpse emperor, slaneeshs playtoys and the naive and unknowing was down on its knees. He Lord Vanetsch, glorious leader of the undivided Battlefleet and Emmisarry extraordinanry of his pestilensic majesty would make sure that everyone on the puny iceball called Rausina would know it. They would canker the glory of Nurgle, and then the planet would be ripped into the nether, opening the floodgates to let chaos straight into the gemstone reaches!