Earning Another Tomorrow IIIEarning Another Tomorrow III: The Will To TriumphMore Like This
The Eldar are an enigmatic race. That he had been told for quite a time. They show up for seemingly no reason, but what is important is they throw a great wrench into the beautiful machine that is the Emperors army. Aliens are not to be trusted. Listen not unto an alien; look not upon an alien; speak not unto an alien. Those words were so crafted into Brother Catitonus that they were second nature to him. His will lived to serve the Emperor and to fight bravely for His cause. His goal in life, to die a death with which He would be happy.
Would that day be this day? Indeed, hed never felt such fear in his life. The Eldar had come upon his scouting bike squadron while on patrol. A massive floating tank, beautifully horrendous to the sons of the Emperor, did lay down a great hail of fire and spew the tyrannical aliens from their confines within the floating beast. With bursts of searing energy all about and shurikens filling th
To the LastTO THE LASTMore Like This
The rattling of the Thunderhawk, the shells, shrapnel, and chop against her hull had all become as music to Corlion by now. This was the thirteenth planet of their crusade. It was but a routine excursion by Fist standards, but there was an uneasy feeling in his gut. Eighty years in brotherhood, and still the roots of humanity, the fear that comes with being mortal, still plagued him. He cursed it, though it was one of the last vestiges of his former self.
Soon enough, he predicted, the heavy bolters would begin to fire and the battle-cannon would sound a few times. The crew would come over the comm and say, 'Final approach, were hitting in 5. Fight with honour. Blessed be the Emperor, Savior of man!'
Corlion looked at his brethren. The first time they had done this there was a full 34. The absence of a seven from that seemed to bring far more emptiness than their pure numbers. They had fought well, fought honourably, and died well for the Emperor. He