See the Emperors Marines standing tall
All for one and one for all
Enemies fall at their feet
Begging for their mercy
See the Emperors Marines standing tall
Conquer lands and slaughter all
Enemies fall at their feet
Victory and great defeat

The ground of Herron 7 had once crunched under his boot, but as Brother Alexi had gotten closer and closer to the temple of Slaanesh, he felt the ground get softer, until it squelched under his boots.

Over the last 36 hours, the situation had gone from bad to worse. They had been called on this rescue mission to assist a band of Ordo Malleus inquisitors when they had found the situation here much, much worse then they had expected.

Since then, slowly his squad mates had been snatched up, crushed, or otherwise killed. The most devastating loss was when his Squad Sargent stayed back to protect the civilians they had found, leaving his leader and his valued cyclone missile launcher at the mouth of the cave, leaving the rest of his remaining squad to try to seal off that blasphemous tower on their own.

The closer he got, the more he felt the whispers of Slaanesh in the air, but knew better then to listen and forward he trudged. With Thunder Hammer in hand, he saw the great tower ahead of him. A great maw open to the infinite expanse ahead him, and a sea of writing tentacles below.

Rising his shield, the last of the Emperor's Shields strode towards it. "Its only a building" he said aloud to himself, but hoped he'd hear even one familiar voice over his Vox. He heard none, and so he'd set to work as fast he could.

Overhead, he didn't even see the enormous battleship, huge and Gothic hanging in the sky. Etheral fire danced across its surface, and the silent ghostly crew within.

The Emperor's Shields: A Warhammer 40,000 Space Marines Chapter created by me.
Story ©  ContessaSkunk
Art by Nicholas Kay: http://www.nicholaskay.com/

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I offer my life to the Emperor, I pray that He accepts it.
I offer my strength to the Emperor, I pray that he redresses it.
I offer my blood to the Emperor, I pray that it quenches His thirst.
I offer my body on the altar of the battlefield, I pray He grants me a noble death.

I pray for His protection, as I offer all that I am.