Extract from Major Kolor Sebatyne's Private Journal
I've done something wrong. I'm not sorry I did it. That was two years ago, Diane. Don't you remember? All those years we spent on Gravapol? I know what you'd say. Something about looking after myself, caring for no one, but I just can't shake that. I've got a duty to my friends, my family, to you.
We're being shipped out today. Again. Not an hour after we finish one mission, one impossible scenario, we're thrown into another. Don't you think it's ironic that we're fighting Chaos now? You might not get it.
Trust me, its hilarious.
News is that this one is definitely impossible. His Divine Majesty's guards and even the Adeptes can't break this little stalemate, so what the frak does he think when he calls us in? What can he expect from us that he can't expect from terra's finest?
Of course, darling, you don't want to hear me rant. The troopship is disembarking in a couple moments, I don't have long to say this. I can hear some of the others, little clankers, muffling their voices. I don't think they like to hang around an Adeptes chapter.
Another joke. Another one you might not get.
Of course, its not like his Majesty expects us to do anything. Other than to die maybe, and maybe he can laugh at us the entire time when we're in "not heaven". I don't care. As long as you're alive darling.
Because even though we've been apart, even though I've missed you that long, even though I will have to tell you someday that Markel won't be making it home, even though I fight for one thing alone, I have some sort of compensation.
I've defied the Emperor.
And I've lived.