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You were about to see it. Action, glory, adventure, everything the recruiters said would be waiting for you on joining the guard. You wore cloths that felt cleaner than you were accustomed to, the filters in the Chimera brought you cleaner air than your Hab back home could make, and you and your squad had plenty of room as the machine surged forward to battle. Eleven others share the space with you, weapons ready and uniforms new, as you charged into battle in the name of the imperium and the God-Emperor of Mankind.
You looked over your primer once more, flipping to the page concerning the enemy you would be charging against on this day, on a world you had never heard before that had called for the Imperium’s hammer to crush the enemy.
Orks, spelled harshly, would be what your lasgun would be pointed towards, a gaggle of barbarian xenos that apparently were only a threat due to their numbers and lacked basic intelligence. With the training you got before being deployed, you were sure to do well against them and their feeble forces.
Wanting to make sure you wouldn’t lose it, you decided to write your name on the primer, Incase you lost it in the chaos it could be returned to you.
> Caleb Kessan, a mid hiver that joined the guard by choice.
> Ratuv Sundson, Low Hive scum joining as penance.
> Marika Neser, Joined due to the imperial tithe, hoping to make the best of it.
> Gilly Cambran, joined to see the galaxy and hopefully write about your adventure.
> Elias Subad, pissed off his PDF captain and found himself transferred to the guard.
> Ivan Phur, Upper hive servant transferred to the regiment of his lords 23rd Son.
> Fyona Skarg, Penal assignment given by a merciful Arbite.
> Nova Xanthendriel, noble daughter escaping a marriage she had no say in.
> Klovers Olson, hive ganger trying to wait out a turf war that had been going on for decades.
> Hector Ormvik, got drunk one night and woke up in the guard barracks.
> Gastua de Maisaal, Ministorum menial girl that ran away from an abusive priest.
> Sasha Lomaac, upper mid hive prostitute keeping her agreement with a noble so her son can be adopted.
You looked over your primer once more, flipping to the page concerning the enemy you would be charging against on this day, on a world you had never heard before that had called for the Imperium’s hammer to crush the enemy.
Orks, spelled harshly, would be what your lasgun would be pointed towards, a gaggle of barbarian xenos that apparently were only a threat due to their numbers and lacked basic intelligence. With the training you got before being deployed, you were sure to do well against them and their feeble forces.
Wanting to make sure you wouldn’t lose it, you decided to write your name on the primer, Incase you lost it in the chaos it could be returned to you.
> Caleb Kessan, a mid hiver that joined the guard by choice.
> Ratuv Sundson, Low Hive scum joining as penance.
> Marika Neser, Joined due to the imperial tithe, hoping to make the best of it.
> Gilly Cambran, joined to see the galaxy and hopefully write about your adventure.
> Elias Subad, pissed off his PDF captain and found himself transferred to the guard.
> Ivan Phur, Upper hive servant transferred to the regiment of his lords 23rd Son.
> Fyona Skarg, Penal assignment given by a merciful Arbite.
> Nova Xanthendriel, noble daughter escaping a marriage she had no say in.
> Klovers Olson, hive ganger trying to wait out a turf war that had been going on for decades.
> Hector Ormvik, got drunk one night and woke up in the guard barracks.
> Gastua de Maisaal, Ministorum menial girl that ran away from an abusive priest.
> Sasha Lomaac, upper mid hive prostitute keeping her agreement with a noble so her son can be adopted.
