We all entered the drop ship of our beloved flagship while in high orbit
over Armageddon. The hatch sealed, locking us away with a great hiss. And
with a loud roar we departed onto our prey. I watched my men as we neared
our destination, ten great men of skill, strength, determination and valor
waiting for what may be their last mission. But it was my responsibility to
make sure it would not be their last. I am Corporal 1st class Trique of the
8th Cadian Army. I command an elite and diverse unit of Kasrkin, the most
highly skilled of the 8th.
Our mission was to re-enforce another team that had been pinned down by the Ork onslaught. Perhaps the most primitive space faring race in the galaxy, the Orks were vicious and horrendous foes. One can never get used to the awesome power of the Green Tide. But that does not mean that one such as the Imperium can stop it. For The Imperium of Man is not just another race of beings, we are the future.
The countdown began. The display read, "One Minute Until Drop Zone Reached." The faces of my men seemed solidified into there face. Not even the forces of chaos could stop them now. They jnow their mission well. No detail went unmentioned. No question went unanswered. We were ready.
We could feel the ship gradually slow down until it crept to a hover. The ship shook as it touched down. My men and I run out regrouped near a large boulder. The white sky surrounded as in the spirit of the Emperor. We could see the fighting off in the distance. That was our final destination. We soon saw our transport being dropped down not 100 meters away. That Chimera would be our only saving grace in this mission. It carried our souls and our devotion to the Emperor. These were the only tools needed to destroy the foes of Man. Everything else was unnecessary, yet nonetheless helpful.
As we mounted into the Chimera known as the "Tortoise," only one man spoke. That man was my of my best soldiers. He spoke of his childhood on Cadia and all he had to live for. He spoke of his father going off to fight in the Eye of Terror and turning on the Imperium, and of how he at one time had impure blood. He had joined the Cadian Army to prove his family worthy of the Imperium. He had succeeded. He was truly worthy of the Imperium, no matter who his father was. That man would turn to be one of my most useful possessions in the time to come.
Our mission was to re-enforce another team that had been pinned down by the Ork onslaught. Perhaps the most primitive space faring race in the galaxy, the Orks were vicious and horrendous foes. One can never get used to the awesome power of the Green Tide. But that does not mean that one such as the Imperium can stop it. For The Imperium of Man is not just another race of beings, we are the future.
The countdown began. The display read, "One Minute Until Drop Zone Reached." The faces of my men seemed solidified into there face. Not even the forces of chaos could stop them now. They jnow their mission well. No detail went unmentioned. No question went unanswered. We were ready.
We could feel the ship gradually slow down until it crept to a hover. The ship shook as it touched down. My men and I run out regrouped near a large boulder. The white sky surrounded as in the spirit of the Emperor. We could see the fighting off in the distance. That was our final destination. We soon saw our transport being dropped down not 100 meters away. That Chimera would be our only saving grace in this mission. It carried our souls and our devotion to the Emperor. These were the only tools needed to destroy the foes of Man. Everything else was unnecessary, yet nonetheless helpful.
As we mounted into the Chimera known as the "Tortoise," only one man spoke. That man was my of my best soldiers. He spoke of his childhood on Cadia and all he had to live for. He spoke of his father going off to fight in the Eye of Terror and turning on the Imperium, and of how he at one time had impure blood. He had joined the Cadian Army to prove his family worthy of the Imperium. He had succeeded. He was truly worthy of the Imperium, no matter who his father was. That man would turn to be one of my most useful possessions in the time to come.
