I clenched my eyes…. I’ve been having these visions….over and over again… chaos can truly drive someone to the brink of insanity. Our objective was to not only save a space marine command known as the imperial fists, but to retake the planet from the force’s of chaos…. The chaos marines… they used to be space marines once serving the emperor’s will…until war master Horus betrayed the emperor, and then had his space marines fight against fellow space marine… the battle was fierce but in the end the space marines had won… but it came at a high price, the emperor was mortally wounded and the only way to save his life was to incase him in a golden throne where he could tell us his will with his psychic powers. Now the 501st cadian division and the 15th and 18th cadian grenadier division, Were to face these monsters in combat and drive them back in the name of the emperor. The Imperial Guard will win this battle as long as I draw breath, if I am to fail in this operation…Emperor help my soul and protect me from the heretics, and give me the strength to serve you. For I will need every bit of help if I wish to win….
I was standing near drop ships door, which was wide open….looking at the ground that was pulsing chaotic ruinous energy’s and feeling the wind strike up against my face like someone had put there hand on my face and started scratching it with deep claws. I mumbled under my breath “We’re all going to die....” only to punch myself with rational thinking. “We WILL win this battle; we will not disgrace the emperor by losing to these traitors.” As soon as we landed on the surface I ordered my guardsmen to take the strategic points, and ordered Gebet to maintain the base and upgrade for the main HQ. Once the guardsmen took the points we went to make sure the imperial fists would be ok then we saw them..., covered in demonic space marine armor with horns that rose to the sky… I stood still for a second… and then yelled “SHOW THEM THE EMPERORS MIGHT!” we opened fire upon the traitorous scum not even piercing their armor with our lasguns. While they picked off our guardsmen 1 by 1. “PULL BACK DAMNIT PULL BACK TO HEAVY COVER.” I shouted. We sprinted back to the heavy cover looking back at the chaos marines… they merely watched us run and laughed that maniacal laugh.”TECH-PREIST GET THOSE ******** GUN TURRETS ONLINE.” From the sound of my voice…it sounded as if I were afraid… The chaos marines did not waste their time with us. They went after the imperial fists. I knew I couldn’t save them, and they were slaughtered by the tide of chaos. I knew we were their next targets. I ordered the guardsmen next to the turrets. I walked in front of my men that were all saluting in a line and yelled. “I know what you’re thinking… this battle is pointless, the imperial fists have been slain and the chaos marines are advancing to our position… but we have something they don’t, we have the emperor and faith is our shield. You will not make the emperor look like a fool, you will hold your ground even if the enemy is so close you can smell him, for every man that falls 10 more will take his place, you will not die until I tell you to die. HERE THEY COME MEN, DRIVE THEM BACK, NO QUARREL.” The chaos marines advanced on to our position. We fired at their armor hoping to pierce it. The gun turrets killed them 1 by 1 and they appeared 2 by 2. My men… all of them falling before my feet…it was like losing your sons, all of them depending on me to lead them to victory. A guardsman yelled “SIR, THEY’RE DESTROYING THE GUN TURRETS SIR, WHAT DO WE…” his sentenced was interrupted when a chaos marine shot him.
I couldn’t think of what to do besides fire back at them. Until a stream of flame shot out at the chaos marines. I looked back to see where it came from. Gebet came and said “Don’t worry sir; I brought the hellhound tanks to burn those scum.” The hellhound indeed burned the chaos marines and was killing them by the handful. The chaos marines laughed as they were being burnt alive… “WE NEED A BANEBLADE GEBET, ORDER ONE IMMEDIATELY AND CUSS OUT THE 15th AND THE 18th FOR LEAVING US TO DIE” “yes sir,” replied Gebet as he ran back to the main HQ. With our hellhounds out I felt as if we could hold them off until THEY came. A Chaos sorcerer was with them… and his intent was the hellhounds. He teleported right next to one and cut it open in one swipe. Causing a explosion among the troops. I ran at him with the fury of 3 priests. “YOU WILL NOT DESTROY ANYMORE FOUL HERETIC.” I said as I rushed him. He merely stared at me not moving a muscle. I slashed at him with my chainsword. He blocked it with his staff and I went to slash at him with the other one. He pulled out his side sword and blocked it. We proceeded to clash weapons, me trying my hardest to touch his skin with my blade. I started banging his staff with my 2 sword over and over again. Wanting him dead so badly for what he was doing to my men. He was on his back legs blocking and I knocked the staff out of his hand along with his helmet. I was about to deliver the final blow until… I looked at his face, it had a hole in the middle of his forehead, and his skin was corrupt with chaos and madness… I was in awe and only replied with these words “…Tr….Truvsen??”
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i cant help but feel as if i heard truvsen in a before story!