Welcome Techmarine Praeterus! It's good to see that the servants of the Omnissiah are growing! What is your chapter?
Few things amuse me more than seeing terrified humans calling out to the spirits of their crude armour and weaponry in hope of salvation. Your screams will be answered by silence - and be swiftly cut out by my Singing Spear. Make sure your equipment is in good condition when we fight, son of the Vaul-Moon.
Your strange alien minds fail to grasp that what makes us so effective and fearsome is not the reliance on equipment but our faith in our God-Emperor and our battle Brothers! All else are merely the tools that help us deliver his Divine Will on the universe and mete out his Righteous Wrath on xenos and heretic alike. What do you have if your beloved Singing Spear is cleaved in two? What force will drive you forward then? Without faith you are but empty vessels... Welcome Techmarine, the skills of your calling are always useful. The Wolves hail your arrival.
Assuming your crude craft could ever split my Wraithbone staff in twain, then I will undo you with my mind. The Craftworld is my purpose, Mon'Keigh. And that purpose is worth more than all the fleeting moments your kind call "life".
