In Death, Atonement
Bred to die, live to die. Such is the life of a man of the Death World Krieg. And so here on a muddy and fetid hole on the Ork dominated world of Asterion was Trooper 92. He sincerely hoped he would die here, taking a Green Skin with him if at all possible. He was born in service to the God Emperor of Mankind and so he would give his death to him as well. Though it was a frustrating for him, he had survived for years now and multiple campaigns. He had even received a name but he forgotten it. He would always be Trooper 92 and his life would always be forfeit for the Emperor and for the Imperium.
His thoughts get cut short as he hears the feral shouts and war cries of incoming Orks. In his muddy foxhole he levels his Lucius Pattern Lasgun down at what he sees as incoming wave of green savages. Exhaling deeply through his respirator he waits patiently, drilled when he first became a trooper not to waste ammunition. As the tide nears he opens fire, dropping the charging and ill-equipped Orks left and right. These "Choppa Boyz" were just cannon fodder he knew, much like the Death Korps of Krieg but they had their different reasons for fighting. These Orks, these brutes would never know what it would be like to die for a cause greater than themselves and for that the trooper pitied them.
He gunned them down one after another, feeling nothing but the recoil of his gun. He swaps out a power pack and continues laying down fire as does his fellow soldiers of the 269th Death Korps Siege Regiment. He could tell they wouldn't be able to hold them back for much longer in their entrenched positions but he relished the chance to die fighting. Receiving no new orders from their higher ups or commissar he knew it would be so.
Inexorably the green tide comes and clashes along their lines, bursts of lasgun fire and roars of inhuman anger are traded. Two Orks approach Trooper 92's own foxhole in all their brute savagery and he meets their charge head on. He dispatches one as he enters the muddy hole with his lasgun. The other one though reacts quickly and bats away his gun with his axe. The soldier draws his Mono Knife from his scabbard on his side and ducking a wide swing guts the bastard, the thing's entrails spill into the already foul smelling and filth ridden hole. He sees five more enter as his attention was focused on the two he had slain. Death had come for him and he would welcome it with open arms.
"In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement."
He recited as he received his killing blow, the axe nearly cleaving him in half. His only regret was he only killed three of them. Though for the first time in his life he smiled. He had fulfilled his true purpose in life. He had died in penitence for his world's mistake; he had died for his Emperor and what more could a man of Krieg ask for?