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The hydraulic cylinders hissed and wheezed as the pistons relaxed causing the metal plates of the transport's cargo hold to ring with piercing, earsplitting noises. Two masked men in under-shirts of Krieg's standard-issue Death Korps uniform stood silently as the cargo hatch lowered letting in the rays of Novares' two suns filtered through the planet's atmosphere. Sael had kept his uniform, at least some part of it, just to keep track of his painfully disarrayed memories. The dunes of the desert world reflected in the eye-glasses of their masks as the door lowered further. The hold quickly started to fill up with sand. The clamor of the sand