This anon here. Making it up to you guys for screwing up the alignment earlier. Also,
>That feel when people adopted your name idea.
Deep within his chrome shell, Mundus the Untarnishable stirred. Ancient systems whirring to life, the dreadnought stood, sunlight glinting menacingly off the pristine corrupt symbols adorning his armour. He remembered a drop- shuddering in disgust at the thought of what reentry would do to the perfect shell of his drop pod- and then blackness. He gazed about, seeing only filth and the carnage of war. Had his brothers betrayed him? Abandoned the Untarnished to strike out on their own path? Impossible.
Then he saw the bodies, a mechanical roar of fury tearing through him. The servants of the False Emperor had broken the gloriy of the Great Clean One, leaving the bodies of his pure brothers dirtied and torn. He knew the culprit. Another dreadnought. And it bore the regalia of... Inductor. The so-called 'Reasonable Marines', who dirited themselves, daubing their armour in filth and abasing themselves before the Corpse on the Filthy Throne.
He screamed his hatred to the heavens, the chain-scrubber on his left fist singing with his anger. The other dreadnought lumbered towards him, its assault cannon spitting unclean shells that left unforgiveable scorch marks on his hull. He charged, with a roar.
"BLEACH FOR THE BLEACH GOD! SUDS FOR HIS THRONE!"