Commisar Alexander Hildern has served the Imperium for over 45 years now and he has fought against almost everything the galaxy could throw against the Imperium, yet it seems he has finally found his end here, here on this desecrated planet.
*TWO HOURS EARLIER*
Alexander looked at himself through the filthy and partially destroyed mirror and he slowly touched the left side of his face and felt the cybernetic eye and the burned and scarred flesh around it, burned and then ripped apart by an ork warboss several years ago, he sighed knowing that he might lose more than his eye in the battle to come.
He was interrupted by an guardsman who busted into the ruined house the Commisar was standing in "Lord Hildern! We have located the traitor forces but ive got bad new* Alexander turned around and looked shocked at the guardsman "The Traitors are not alone...Asta-...Astartes Lord...traitor astartes has been seen marching along with them"
Alexander looked in utter disbelief at the guardsman before he regained his composure and he raised his ancient power fist "Then they too will feel the wrath of the imperial guard and the God-Emperor Guardsman!" The guardsman smiled and ran back to the rest of his squad. Alexander exited the ruined house and looked at the Guardsman laying in cover in the ruined town.
He walked towards the front lines and climbed upon a Chimera and raised his arm again as he began to speak "Guardsman! Today we hold the traitors and heretics, Today we show the slaves of the warp what it means to fight against the Imperium, Today we will die but we will die proud and standing and for the love of terra, we will take as many of those heretical traitors with us, FOR THE IMPERIUM, FOR THE EMPEROR AND THE IMPERIAL GUARD" The guardsman all roared together with the Commisar as the opened fire. Las fire and bullets began to pour into the traitor lines and was quickly answered by the unmistakble might roar of bolter guns. Alexander looked around him as he fired his Bolt Pistol and he saw his men dying around him yet he stood proud, a symbol of humanity's might and will to sruvive "FOR THE EMPEROR! CHARGE!" The guardsman jumped out of their covers and roared in defiance as the Traitor astartes and heretic's closed in.
A brutal skirmish began and Alexander shouted prayers as he cracked open the armour of one of the Astarted with his Power Fist before he suddenly felt an extreme pain coursing through his body and he looked down. He slowly touched the sharp serrated blades of the Chainsword that had impaled him and he coughed up blood and he turned his head to look at the angry red visors of the Traitor Astartes and he spitted on the helm as a last act of defiance. The Traitor simply pushed his chainsword out of his chest and didnt even give him a second glance before returning to the carnage Alxander looked at the filthy brown sky knowing he would die when he saw a small dot of light appear, then another one and more kept coming and the commisar smiled and laughed, The inquisition has come and now all will die.
Commisar Alexander Hildern died before the first of the bombardment hit the planet.
*DAYS LATER*
Commisar Hildern's body was retrieved from the planet and they renamed the unamned Power Fist *Hildern's Defiance*
* AUTHOR'S NOTE* I think this story sucks so much but its my first try at writing a story about my most favorite universer ever I hope that if anyone read it theyll like it