The homeworld of the Mirilan will be converted into yet another one of the
Chaos Pact's forge-worlds and their inhabitants will either convert to the His Word or perish. Do not expect gibbering undead hordes but rather row upon row of disciplined oath-troops accompanied by a tsunami of armor that shall grind down your mountains under a sky made black by the propellant of our rocket artillery.
Do not weep, for Father Khaos shall embrace you all.
Objective 2: If any GA ground pounders want to meet.