Commissar Viktor Forschner's ears were ringing from a recent artillery blast that exploded around his area. The disorientated commissar raised himself, trying to shake off the ringing noise. A guardsman ran up to him and started yelling something. The sound of artillery and explosions made it hard to hear what the lad was saying. The guardsman tried to raise his voice, only to have his head torn off by shrapnel. Commissar stared blankly for a brief second but regained his senses. He raised his bolt pistol and power cutlass and plunged back into combat. A Traitor Marine was tearing away at a group of guardsmen. The frightened guardsmen panicked and frantically shot at the marine, who shrugged off the hail of super charged laser and ripped the guardsmen into ribbons. Commissar Forschner jumped at the back of the Traitor Marine, thrusting his power cutlass into its power source. Unfazed, the marine turned to face the commissar. The commissar backed off while firing his bolt pistol into the marine's body. The marine stepped forward and raised his power axe.
Commissar yelled "For Cadia!" while firing the remainder of his bolt pistol into the marine. The bolter round dug into the crack in the marine's helmet, shattering his face in two. The marine swung his axe, regardless, at the commissar. By the blessings of the Emperor, a guardsman witnessed the commissar in danger and pulled him away from the Traitor Marine. The almost faceless marine got up and charged once more at the commissar. A few plasma roundss forced the marine to his knees. The commissar ran up and drove his cutlass in between the marine's neck. He, then, pulled his blade out and backed off before the dying marine made his final swing.
Cultists of Chaos came waves after waves, but the 8th Cadians stood their ground. They had to, to give the Lord Castellan a chance to escape. The commissar felled the cultists over and over again. The guardsmen around him, inspired by his bravery, gave a zealous last spurt.
Over the sounds of booming artillery and gunshots, a guardsman was heard to say, "Our Lord Castellan had successfully made it out of here! Cadia stands!"
Rejoiced, Commissar Forschner smiled in satisfaction. He can finally die without regret, knowing that Cadia stands a chance with the Lord Castellan on her side. He yelled into the sky, thanking the Emperor in his heart, and continued to cut down any heretic that dared get close.
Just then, another guardsman yelled, "By the Emperor! Traitor Terminators!" Over the heads of swarming cultists, the towering Chaos Terminators of the Black Legion marched towards the Cadian defenses. Commissar Forschner made his final prayer to the Emperor, knowing that the lasting thing that he will do on this fortress world was to die fighting. He chuckled and raised his blade.
"Fight, guardsmen!" he yelled. The guardsmen also knew that there were no retreat. Being captured by Chaos only meant a grueling death or, even worse, torture. They, too, yelled and charged into the unending waves of Chaos.
As the commissar was fighting, he found trembling guardsman on the ground, shielding his head. He raised his bolt pistol to make an example out of the coward, then he changed his mind. He offered his hand to the fallen guardsman and helped him on his feet.
"There are no bullets to waste on you today, guardsman," he said, rather calmingly. The guardsman nodded and rejoined the fight, only to get his head blown off by a traitor lasgun.
In the midst of raging battle, the commissar shot off a few more rounds into the Chaos cultists then realized that he had run out of bullets. He tried to reload, but a large hand grabbed him, raising him off the ground. It was a Traitor Terminator Marine. The commissar struggled to pull his sword arm free in vein. A Traitor Terminator made a heinous laugh and began squeezing the life out of the commissar. Commissar gagged and threw up blood. He felt several of his bones being crushed and puncturing his organs. His vision started to fade. At last, he thought, my duty is done.
The commissar regained his vision. By his surprise, there was a man in front of him, holding up an apple.
"What? So you want this apple or not?" he asked in a threatening voice.