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I'm often asked if I enjoy what I do. The rush of sprinting straight into enemy lines, the thrill of lurking in old shadows untouched, and the power of taking another being's life away. The answer is no. I do it because I must, because without people like me the Imperium would fall apart, disintegrate and be swallowed up whole by the Ruinous Powers.
They tempt me with promises of endless riches and power. I don't care. I don't want power; I don't want endless riches. I derive no joy, no solace, from engaging in the heinous acts that I do. I am but a tool for my people. They may not remember me; I don't need them to. I only need them to benefit from my actions and those of my comrades-in-arms.
There are no secrets amongst us, no lies. We are brothers from different mothers and fathers, different classes and ethnicities, and different worlds. Separated by the vast void of endless, cold space we have been brought together under a single cause. This cause, this… idea, so remarkable in its simplicity has drawn us together. It is the idea that our kind deserves not only to survive, but thrive.
Xenos, heretics, traitors, and rogues all bleed the same, just like we do. The difference between us is simple. We have the Emperor's blessing, they do not. They will scream for us. They will writhe for us. They will bleed for us. They will die so that they can make way for us.
We are the first in, and the last out. We are unending ocean of fanatics and patriots, zealots and volunteers. Through fire and ice, lightning and tempest, we shall persevere.
For every transgression against Humanity there shall be retribution.
Through the abyss we shall walk, and into the Eye we shall gaze.
Heaven or Hell, nothing shall stand in our way.
We are the Imperial Guard.
Ave Imperator.