Never relent, always endure.
Never relent, always endure.
Never relent, always endure.
The words repeated in slow succession, drowning out all other noise around me. The loud hum of the Thunderhawks engines but a low buzz, the soft metallic noise of ceramite plates dulled, and the click of Bolter magazines meeting locks nothing but an incomprehensible murmur.
Never relent, always endure.
The words our chapter lives by, fights for, and dies to. The words that mean more than any made up motto or war-cry of glorious battle. The words we speak when charging forth are said at a simple whisper under the screams of the Chaplains.
Never relent, always endure.
The words dulled in my mind and the world came back to me. Brothers standing around me, engines roaring, weapons chambered and power-packs humming. To war we go in dark light to bring bright hope for humanity. We are the Dawn Stalkers, sons of Dorn, marines that strike at first light.
Never relent, always endure.