The threat of Xenos is what we were bred to combat, battle brothers. We are here to push the edge of The Imperium into the unknown. However, the Spawn of Chaos is an anathema to our cause, our spirit, our very philosophy. It is a poison which festers from within. I pray for the battle in which I see my brothers fall in glorious conquest, for life is the Emperors currency. But which one of us is prepared to face our kin, mutated and defiled by the Warp? Which of us will rejoice to see venerable Space Marines succumb to carnal sorcery, to turn on their brothers with broken bodies, shattered minds and riddled with the taint of Chaos? To the cries that mock our Most Holy Emperor with unrepentant blasphemy? WHO can forgive this sacrilege of Faith and Purity!? Chaos Marines are the very Crucible of Heresy, brothers. While they live, while their putrid presence infests this world we will suffer defeat in all but numbers. I shudder to think at what influence might be cast here, that so many of our bretheren have averted their eyes away from our shame rather than meet it with blade and bolter as befitting the sons of The Almighty Emperor. We must PUUUURGE the Heretics, root and stem. Their filth MUST be cleansed before we can face the Xenos with pride... and with complete righteousness. We cannot hide from the call, brothers. Our overriding principle is that what the enemy can see, he will soon learn to fear. Where there is uncertainty, I shall bring light Where there is doubt, I shall sow faith Where there is shame, I shall point atonement Where there is rage, I shall show its course My word in the soul shall be as my bolter in the field. Slay the Heretic, Burn the Witch, Purge the Xeno. And above all... DEATH TO THE TRAITOR LEGIONS!!
I apologize, brothers. I have arrived late to this war council. Going over the records, my heart is gripped with a chill in seeing that some have expressed the desire to ally with xenos, some even call for an alliance with the heretics themselves. Delusion grips any who does not see the folly in this. Heresy taints any who remain in the company of such convictions. Orks, Eldar and Chaos are sworn enemies of the Emperor, treacherous and cunning and most of all, impure. To meet them, any of them, on the field of battle and suffer them to live - to toy with compromise and play at brotherhood even for a moment is sacrilegious unto The Emperor, your Primarch, your Legion, your Chapter, your Vows and the very armor that adorns those blasphemous vessels you call bodies. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DEFILE THE HOLINESS OF THE IMPERIUM WITH YOUR IGNORANCE AND IMPIETY! Go! Follow through with your pacts among the apostates and the iconoclasts! The Inquisition will lay waste to us all. For those of you who even now corrupt the sanctity of this warship, perhaps you will find some atonement as you gaze into the rapturous glow of The Exterminatus. But it will be the atonement of annihilation, and not of forgiveness. For the neophytes, if it is the overwhelming force we face on all sides that causes you to stumble in faith yet so young, take heart from the annals of the Lexicarum and from Captain Ferdina, Lord of the Marches of the Tigers Argent: “We face greenskin invasion rimward, Eldar raiding coreward, rebellion trailing and the tendrils of a Hive Fleet incoming spinward. Situation excellent, attacking on all fronts…”
Brother, though I, as a son of Sanguinius from the deepest reaches of my soul, rebel at such prospects, let me remind you that... *spits out the word* "alliances" with the Eldar, despicable Xenos witches though they may be, have been forged in times of great need. Should the threat of the Warp-Spawned FILTH become too great, we may need to rely on them as meat shields, using them up to save the worthy lives of our fellow brothers and cousins. This said, I will be the first to drive my blade in their backs the second they are no long necessary... Hate, Anger, Fury, Contempt. Let these holy emotions guide your righteous vengeance in the name of Him on Terra. Cleanse the Traitor, Purge the Xeno, Burn the Witch. In the Emperor and Sanguinius's name. Death to the enemies of Man!
My fellow Adeptus, we must make arrangements for the coming storm which is "Arkhona Campaign". Enemies are the Emperor with they planet of eager eyes. Prepare for the coming storm, and decide how to deploy forces on Arkhona. Over public non-encrypted and our enemies never dare to look! Now, with the role, we start making decisions in advance and may deploy our forces for those who would oppose us. Then there is greatest threat, should I expand, and then we will allocate they resources. For now believers are the most focus is resource and combat for opposition is less than threat of the Tyranids. I don't now that thay are but threat, so we must make our strong attempt to hold a large area of ground while simultaneously denyi the Heretics and Xenos call for their own. Honestly our primaryly they threat me in protecting Arkhona and that is brutish Orks. As savagery and numeros they know no limits.
Ha! Datz funny, dem orkz ain't smelly o hooked up with daemon gitz. Surely demz foul magiks pose more ov a threat den da Orkz? O do ya make light ov da traitor legions?
The Orkz are only here to fight. The Tyranids are only here to consume. The Eldar are likely here to stop either us or something else that lies under the sands of these ancient planets. Losing to any of these factions details merely a loss, losing to Chaos brings forth horrors both unknowable and terrible.
I agree brother we should focus on those hereitcs (more specifically those guys that fell down the stairs my unforgiven brothers) then take down those Eldar then take down the orkoid menace and reclaim arkhona in the name of the emperor of mankind.
Wot bout da bug problem? Ain't no hive fleet en da sector, n der comin' up from da ground. Fink ya kan stop dem from ant hillin' da planet?
Clearly herecy shown here .... No imperial aquila on the pants ... but the heretic symbol of the star !!!
