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>Be an imperial guardsman
>Your world is currently being sieged by chaos
>You’re trying to hold the line but the enemy keeps on coming and your lasgun’s running low on energy
>Not like it’s helping much
>Your friend of five years, Thomas, just tried to shoot at a chaos space marine with one
>He got his chest annihilated by a bolt for his troubles
>Still, you couldn’t complain too much
>Your unit had been reinforced by multiple regiments that were in the sector and nearby systems
>You even managed to snag a company of Kriegers
>Even with all the help its still a tough battle
>The shells just kept on falling and charge after charge of demons, cultists, and superhuman warriors has gradually worn your defenses down
>Morale is low, despite your commissar’s best efforts, barking orders nonstop
>You’re huddled in your trench when out he comes, bolt pistol in hand
>One of your buddies doesn’t get up in time to stand at attention and gets blammed
>He tells you more reinforcements are coming, so you’d better fight twice as hard until they arrive to relieve you
>Yes sir
>The comms officer suddenly comes running toward him, the vox equipment on his back rustling loudly
>”Sir, got more information regarding the regiment reinforcing us!”
>Your commissar looks pleased and asks what regiment it is
>”The Minutemen from the world of Infinity, sir! He states proudly
>Your commissar’s face is pale
>The two Kriegers in your squad visibly shake
>What in the emeperor’s name was with this unit to score your commissar and the Death Korps of Krirg?
>Your question is soon answered as a Valkyrie swoops incredibly low
>You don’t hear it at first but you soon pick up on an inhuman scream for the sky
>A single guardsman falls from the sky on some sort of ancient non-jetbike
>He wears an odd helmet, you could have sworn it was a clock
>He’s yelling wildly while madly pedaling through the air
>He lands hard before zooming across no man’s land, crushing a cultist before running over a chaos space marine in the process
>A blast from an incoming shell knocks him off the bike
>Undeterred, he charges a nearby lesser daemon of khorne
>You watch as his cybernetic arm holds the demon’s head in place as he violently facefucks the bloodletter with a bayonet strapped onto his crotch
>More guardsmen descend from the sky on bikes, crushing and running over all that approach them
>They blast through wave after wave of daemons with some suped up lasguns
>Soon enough the enemy is routed
>You’ve been surrounded by these strange guardsman for a week now
>They all have that funny clock helmet on at all times
>They keep on bringing female techpriests into camp
>You’ve never even heard of a female techpriest before
>Your commissar has tried repeatedly to discipline them
>Nothing works, not even the most menial and painful of tasks
>It seems like they even enjoy it
>He even tried to yell at the commander of the recently arrived regiment
>He burst into his quarters only to find him fucking one of the more voluptuous techpriests
>The commander just looked him in the face as he fucked her until her voice modulator fried before cumming inside
>As soon as he pulled his cum covered ten inch cock out your commissar was out of there
>He hasn’t tried anything since
>The new arrivals keep on talking about a ‘Kroniissiah’
>They hardly worship the emperor, and instead worship this other god
>You find yourself drawn to this concept
>It doesn’t help you’ve gotten a good look at some of those techpriests
>For a woman who’s body was probably 75% machine they still had some nice curves
>You start asking around how you can join this regiment, or even just convert
>What was that god’s name again?
>The Kroniissiah?
