The Fallen Angels
In the star filled galaxy there is much war and turmoil were whole races struggle for survival, we are one of them, we are known to the Imperial Guard and Space Marine chapters as the Fallen Angels chapter. We are merely fighting for our freedom from the Emperor for his evil; he will never break us or our beliefs. We will not serve a barely living corpse whom only lives by chemicals being pumped into his veins constantly. It's been rumored this millennia old emperor has been this way so long he has no blood left.
We denounce the Emperor and his so called glory! No matter what he throws at us we will live on free! Mistake us not for we are not Chaos! (The Chaos are Space Marines who chose to defy the emperor and worship the evil gods Korn, Slaneesh, and who knows who else. Mistake them not, for they are evil enveloping whole planets in Chaos and terror) The Chaos is neither friend nor foe to us, for we don't want any more armies against us.
We excel with our Terminators (heavily armored ground troops with the potential to have heavy weapons and good weapons anyway), whom give the Dark Angels Death Wing a run for their money! (A Space Marine Chapter under the emperor consisted of entirely of Terminators, Dreadnoughts and Land Raiders)
Our leader is Commodore Xentra, he now resides in a Dreadnought (A heavily armed and armored walking machine) after his near fatal wound on the opening battle of our liberation; The Imperials sent a large army to retain order, but we resisted their tyranny and took out 69% of their force before they retreated back to the nearest friendly system. We also took many casualties but not nearly as much as they for we where fighting for our life, land and liberty, making us a more potent force than the Emperor would ever have anticipated. Our battle begins here.
Brother Commander Andrael entered the military hospital to report to Brother Commodore Xentra how many more casualties there where. As he entered the hospital it was so quiet it was almost eerie, but the aftershock was over and most of the injured men where asleep with anesthetics flowing through their veins calming the pain. Andrael approached the lead Apothecary and inquired of him if there where anymore casualties. The Apothecary quickly but politely asked for I.D. Security is getting much tighter after we found that mole. Andrael showed him his I.D. The Apothecary quickly but smoothly took off his armored glove and went through the files.
".13 more, Sir. There shouldn't be anymore casualties though; we have the rest of our Brothers in stable condition." The Apothecary reported to Andrael. "Very well, carry on." Andrael replied. "Yes, sir!" The Apothecary said, swiftly putting his glove back on and getting back to duty. "13." He thought, that's not great., every soul is precious.
In the star filled galaxy there is much war and turmoil were whole races struggle for survival, we are one of them, we are known to the Imperial Guard and Space Marine chapters as the Fallen Angels chapter. We are merely fighting for our freedom from the Emperor for his evil; he will never break us or our beliefs. We will not serve a barely living corpse whom only lives by chemicals being pumped into his veins constantly. It's been rumored this millennia old emperor has been this way so long he has no blood left.
We denounce the Emperor and his so called glory! No matter what he throws at us we will live on free! Mistake us not for we are not Chaos! (The Chaos are Space Marines who chose to defy the emperor and worship the evil gods Korn, Slaneesh, and who knows who else. Mistake them not, for they are evil enveloping whole planets in Chaos and terror) The Chaos is neither friend nor foe to us, for we don't want any more armies against us.
We excel with our Terminators (heavily armored ground troops with the potential to have heavy weapons and good weapons anyway), whom give the Dark Angels Death Wing a run for their money! (A Space Marine Chapter under the emperor consisted of entirely of Terminators, Dreadnoughts and Land Raiders)
Our leader is Commodore Xentra, he now resides in a Dreadnought (A heavily armed and armored walking machine) after his near fatal wound on the opening battle of our liberation; The Imperials sent a large army to retain order, but we resisted their tyranny and took out 69% of their force before they retreated back to the nearest friendly system. We also took many casualties but not nearly as much as they for we where fighting for our life, land and liberty, making us a more potent force than the Emperor would ever have anticipated. Our battle begins here.
Brother Commander Andrael entered the military hospital to report to Brother Commodore Xentra how many more casualties there where. As he entered the hospital it was so quiet it was almost eerie, but the aftershock was over and most of the injured men where asleep with anesthetics flowing through their veins calming the pain. Andrael approached the lead Apothecary and inquired of him if there where anymore casualties. The Apothecary quickly but politely asked for I.D. Security is getting much tighter after we found that mole. Andrael showed him his I.D. The Apothecary quickly but smoothly took off his armored glove and went through the files.
".13 more, Sir. There shouldn't be anymore casualties though; we have the rest of our Brothers in stable condition." The Apothecary reported to Andrael. "Very well, carry on." Andrael replied. "Yes, sir!" The Apothecary said, swiftly putting his glove back on and getting back to duty. "13." He thought, that's not great., every soul is precious.