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As the Arvus Lighter prepares to disembark from its towering fleet ship, the air is filled with a symphony of mechanical clamor and roaring engines. Heavy chains creak and strain as they release their hold on the drop ship, sending reverberations echoing through the vast hangar bay. The thunderous hum of engines reverberates through the metal walls, drowning out the shouts of crewmen as they scurry to complete their final checks.
With a deafening roar, the Arvus Lighter's engines ignite, bathing the bay in a blinding wash of blue-white light. The ship shudders and groans as it breaks free from its moorings, the sound of metal scraping against metal mingling with the roar of escaping plasma. As the drop ship emerges from the confines of the fleet ship, it is engulfed in a swirling maelstrom of exhaust and debris, its silhouette framed against the harsh glare of distant stars. With a final, thunderous blast, the Arvus Lighter hurtles towards the dark void of space, leaving behind the safety of the fleet ship to descend into the heart of the raging conflict below.
As he sit in your metal seat, tied in by fraying X seatbelts, he fingers his Aquilla.
"Born in dishonour. Honour in death."
Trooper R-1134 whispers to himself. He can hear other Kriegers mumble their own chants, prayers.
As the nameless soldier of the Death Korps of Krieg stood amidst the dimly lit confines of the Arvus Lighter, awaiting the moment of deployment, the orders echoed in his mind like a solemn oath. "Secure the hive, eliminate the leadership," the words, delivered with grim finality by their commanding officer, reverberated through his thoughts, grounding him in purpose amidst the chaos of war.
He remembered the weight of the officer's gaze, the steely resolve in his voice, as he impressed upon them the importance of their mission. They were the Emperor's blade, tasked with cutting through the heart of the enemy's stronghold, and nothing would deter them from their duty.
