As we plummet to the world below, and watch as the Righteous Indignation is swallowed into the evitable night. The light of the burning plasma fires reflect in my eyes.
"Rest now Captain, and noble crew. For it is we who now bear witness of your sacrifice, and take up the mantle of your burden. It is our time for tests and tribulation. For only in death does duty end."
I turn my attentions away from those who are lost, and think about those loyal servants we must save. I clench my powerfist in anticipation of the battles me and my brothers will face ahead as I mentally count off the descending numbers with the mechanical voice.
"We will honor their sacrifice with the blood of the enemy."
Being the last to embark into the drop pod. I in turn am the first one to disembark. Scanning or any sign that the foul xeno's have already started dropping there spores onto the planet.
Sepheren stays close behind Venris and Amriel, ready to unleash covering fire on anything that comes too close.
Brother-Captain Gregor adjusts the fittings on his helmet, surveying the blasted landscape that was once Lordsholm's outer districts. Testing his internal microbead, he turns to his battle-brothers.
"Battle-brothers, form up and provide your post-drop status!"
For Brother Gregor** spoiler omitted **
Regarding the withering weapons fire and explosions ripping apart the city of Lordsholm, Brother-Captain Gregor points toward the south.
"The city's defenders are hard-pressed, we will flank to the south where the way is clear and then bring the Emperor's fury to our foe from a position of advantage. With me, brothers!"
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