I've served the Emperor as a Marine for exactly 748 years, and for the last 700 I have missed brother Jerom, he was cut in two by a lascannon strike and I could do nothing to save him.
Now I'm on Martain II, I'm a Captain now, and we're here to support some Blood Angels, we're a relative stones throw away from their home world and we've been helping clean up after their incredible stand in their chapter's darkest hour.
I'm standing with a squad of my brothers, I moved away from my command squad when I heard reports of chaos marines popping up, just when I thought we'd cleaned this world of one kind of filth another shows up.
I'm overdue rest by more than four months and my apothecaries are getting worried, to be honest so am I. I haven't felt tired in the slightest, in fact I'm jumpy and energetic.
I see a number of humans charging me, civilians mostly, they look scared, wait their not charging they're fleeing. As I watch a beast of some kind, easily waist high on me leaps a good three meters into the air to come down on a human woman as she runs past my legs...I spin in a way that my teachers would have called stupid and kick the thing out of the air.
I stumble.. maybe the teacher would be right afterall, righting myself I finish the beast, some kind of giant cat, and turn at the sound of plasma bursts.
To my left are massive figures, clearly chaos marines, two with plasma cannons and one.....with a lascannon.
One marine stands between me and them, he's aiming at the plasma on the right, I take the left, but I almost miss as my vision darkens.....oh emperor, not now