Lord Commissar Jettail looked to the blue sky of his home planet, chaos was at it again, and it was the 789th's job to get rid of them.
The wolfsharks were a Armored Fist batallion, comprised mostly of leman russ MBT's, Chimara transports, and a medeum amount of infantry.
but the most prominanat feature of the group, was the baneblade, Sharkbait.
Sharkbait had survived more battles than jet could count, it was the longest survivng baneblade in the entire imperium next to the Fortress Of Arrogance of his fellow commissar, Yarrick.

"lord commissar" jet turned his head, "yes guardsman?"
the 2nd Lt of sharkbait poked his head out of one of the hatches, "chaos's main attack force is just below, along with the survivors of the bloodravens and cadian 56th."
jet smiled and stood as his baneblade crested the hill, he was sure surprising the heritics below, "as a famous commissar once said," he smirked and drew his powersword and bolt pistol, "drive me closer," he bared his teeth." i want to hit them with my sword."

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warhammer 40k: games workshop
Jettail: me
artz:  theKC you should commish, hes gooooood