English Club

It was the year 892 of 41st millennia. We were at the planet Astoria – which is the huge manufactorum forge world, for a week. We are Spacemarines, the best of the Emperor fist, we come when mankind need us most. The week ago we received a distress call and moved immediately. The Orks invasion. And if they need us – that means only one thing – The WAAAAGH has begun. We must to cut the head of the horde – the Warboss, to destroy the simple but ruthless hierarchy of the hostile army. For the week we are hunted him through the battlefields whole over the world. Saved a millions by killing thousands. We found him, in the middle of the biggest fight of course. Battle with him was one of the hardest tests of our skills. We lost one Brother – Lucius, who served the orden for 3 centuries at least and was one of my sergeant in the beginning of my trainning. I cut the head of this greenskin monster. Five meters of cruel anger, his power and his weakness. My loyal chainsword roar with pleasure when I cleaned it from it blood. Job was done, we collected the genoseed from Lucius and helped to Astra Militarum to take control of the situation. And then we received this – The Astropathic message from the Primarch of our orden – Giliman. I still remember each word of that even through decades after that – <Mission is complete with the glorious unstoppable vengeance. We need you Brother at the bridge of the Oppression for the warp jump to the our homeworld – Tyranids are coming. We must stop them for the Name of Emperor My Brother Titus, Thunderhawk is coming as soon as possible, here is the coordinates. Let the light of Him to shines on us.> He trusted me and we fought shoulder to shoulder with him. And he died then because of my imperfection. He said to continue to lead our orden and Mankind to the future. That message will be with me till the end. End of transmission.