It took the 15th Imperial Army, Battlefleet Exodus, Crusade Force Barbosa, and Crusade Command a total of six months to make it to the Corellian sector. The Inquisitorial cordon was lifted when the last ships arrived, lick and Emperor’s speed were wished, but they were left there alone.
Hans opened up a holo channel to all parties involved and stood before them in his battle plate. A suit of the finest wrought power armor, created for him by a former cell member. It’s metallic lavender hue, stood in sharp testament to his intentions.
"Guardsmen, Sailors, and Astartes of this Imperial Battle Group! You are about to embark upon a great crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the Emperor are upon you. The hopes and prayers of our most holy lord, and his people everywhere march with you. In company with our brave Allies and brothers in arms on other fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the Forces of Chaos, the elimination of their tainted presence over this sector, and it will all start here.
Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well equipped and battle hardened, he will fight savagely.
But this is M41 Much has happened since the Chaos triumphs of M38. This sector has been left to rot, in open battle, man to man the counter assault of M38 failed. We shall not. Our brothers in space, be they Astartes or Human, shall inflict great losses on them, and their ability to wage war. Our faith and the Imperial War Machine, has given us an overwhelming superiority in weapons and munitions of war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained fighting men. The tide has turned! The warriors of the Imperium are marching together to victory!
I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full victory!
Good Luck! And let us all beseech the blessings of The Almighty God Emperor upon this great and noble undertaking.”