More Background

A bit more background on my Lycerians while I wait for my paint to dry.

The Lycerian 5th Infantry regiment and the Lycerian 133rd are intricately linked, for all intents and purposes they are the same, for their history is one continuous line.

It was in 986.M41 that the Lycerian 5th, a long standing regiment from Lyceria fought a long and terrible war in the Therrum system to rid the area of barbaric orks. When the war was done, the guardsmen of the 5th waited for a new posting. Hanging in space, the navy transporters were a prison to the Lycerians, one they couldn't bear. On the fifth day the astropaths on board all received a desperate plea for aid, it came from Lyceria.
Twelve weeks later and with numerous unsuccessful attempts at establishing contact with the planet, the Lycerian regiments' transports broke from the warp. What they found shocked them to the core, the towering hab blocks and factory stacks were cast down and burning, the streets were filled with blood and the people, their families, were dying. The Lycerian governor had denounced the imperium and announced that Lyceria was his and his alone. The common people had revolted and in responce the governor and his nobles unleashed the full might of their private armies against the loyal subjects of the Emperor.
The 5th immediately made planetfall and established a landing zone where re-enforcements could be brought in and a forward base could be set up, all under the watchful eye of their commanding officer, Lord General Cormack. Cormack didn't rest at his beach head, he sent out astropathic calls for re-enforcements and then set about reclaiming Lyceria from the hands of the governors private armies. In the battles that followed, it became clear that not only had these men turned from the emperor but they had found a new master to serve. They proclaimed his name in the streets as they charged head first into volleys of las fire from the fifth, they hailed praise to their god as they slew the emperors' faithful citizens; Blood for the Blood God was their cry.
Cormack led his men with cunning and used the traitors own bloodlust to his advantage, using the angled streets and carefully planned lines of fire, the lord general used his own men as bait to draw the governors' armies out of cover and into the waiting guns of his men. The war was bloody but as more and more regiments were drawn in the tide eventually turned in the loyalists' favour.
With full control of the vast cities within his grasp, Lord General Cormack turned to the storming of the Governors' palace, once a testament to the power of mankind and their immortal Emperor, now a charnel house where the screams of the innocent could be heard over the dark prayers to Khorne. Cormack would not let it stand. Assuming control over a force of thirty four regiments from across the sector, the Lycerian 5th and their commander led the assault. Forcing their way through after a precision timed artillery strike, the sheer weight of numbers beat down the defences and allowed the Lycerians to gain entry to the palace of blood.
Inside, horrors unimagined were met with courage and a bayonet, leading his men from the front was Cormack, bellowing orders and firing off shots with his plasma pistol. His mens' timed volleys of las fire brought down wave after wave of traitors and slowly and at a steep cost in lives, they made their way to the throne room. There, in the centre stood the thing that was once governor Veil and his nobles, all of them warped by creatures of the immaterium, red skinned and horned, muscles protruding at odd angles, the things were an amalgamation of human flesh and tainted spirit made visible.
Never faltering, Cormack ordered his men to form ranks as the beasts began to charge, when the volleys of las fire failed he ordered a bayonet wall and when that was swept away he led his men in a counter attack. Eventually, though they took scores of guardsmen down, each monstrosity was brought down. Cormack was laid low in those last few minutes by the demon governor as he drove his power sword through things chest, a great unearthly axe cleaved the general from shoulder to hip.
After thirteen terran months, the war for Lyceria was won, but only a relative handful of soldiers from the 5th remained alive. After burying their commander, the Lycerian 5th infantry waited to learn of their fate. The value of these men was not overlooked and the remnants of the 5th were reassigned to start a new regiment, forming the core of officers and veterans in the newly founded Lycerian 133rd and dispatched under the command of colonel Ammadae to bring the Emperors' light to rebels and xenos across the segmentum.