It’s strange, but I’ve been waiting here for almost a day now, yet
\ntime is passing swiftly. We man the lines, we guard the street, and we
\nwait. It’s what we do. We’re Guardsmen. But as I sit here I can see the
\ntension growing on my comrades’ faces. Despite his best efforts even
\nthe Sergeant is starting to show his nerves. Maybe that’s what’s
\nupsetting the others? <\/p>\n
Not me though. I don’t fear what’s to come. I await it with
\nanticipation. Curiosity, if you will. I have fought on many planets
\nduring my time in the service, and I’ve killed a lot of strange alien
\nbeasts. But nothing quite piques your interest like the Khornate ones.
\nThey’re human after all. I have killed more men than is right for
\nanother human. I’ve seen my compatriots take fixed bayonets and combat
\nknives to mindless cultists and unknowing fools, simply because it was
\n"right". We slaughter maim and destroy, but because our cause is "just"
\nand "true" we’re heroes. Khorne’s soldiers though, they kill for the
\npurity, blood for blood sake, and they are the monsters? <\/p>\n
I have seen the Khorne warriors in action before. They
\nstrike terror into all that oppose them. Those too foolish or afraid to
\nrun are cut down. Those that run are cut down shortly after. They revel
\nin the battle; they swim in their opponents’ blood. They know their
\npurpose. Ours is not so well defined. <\/p>\n
We landed on this stinking rock 23hours ago as part of a
\n"Belaying Action". What a crock! We’re here because the fat governor in
\nthe next system got scared and pulled a few strings. It’s our job to
\nput our lives on the line so some over paid idiot doesn’t have to spend
\nhis money on defences. We fight because we’re told to. How can men with
\nno true cause stand against the ferocious simplicity of Blood for the
\nBlood God? <\/p>\n
There! Off in the distance there is movement. These ruined
\nwalls don’t afford much protection, but serve to block our lines of
\nsight beautifully. Another choice tactic from our divine overlord no
\ndoubt. <\/p>\n
I don’t know why we must wait. The only chance against
\nBerzerkers is to charge them, take them by surprise and overwhelm them
\nwith numbers. If we wait for them we’re all dead men. And look. My
\nbrothers in arms. Pitiful! I have seen these few men perform acts of
\nsuch unbridled fury, of such awesome destruction, yet they wait here
\nlike the sacrificial lamb awaiting the knife. We should be moving. <\/p>\n
The Sergeant is scared, I can see it in his eyes. He is
\nweak like the rest of them. No real leader of men would show fear. I
\nbet a Khorne warrior would never show fear before his enemy. The
\nSergeant is a small man in a large frame. He is no hero. He’s another
\nmindless animal following the will of his masters. Heeding their
\nbidding. It’s pathetic. <\/p>\n
They’re all getting anxious now, shuffling their feet, and
\nchecking their weapons twice a minute. They have no fortitude. They
\nwill fight, but not with passion deserving of a Battle. They will fight
\nbecause they are told to. It is wrong. <\/p>\n
I know these men. They were once strong men, but now they
\nare weak. They know not the forces they face unheeding. They cannot
\nhope to survive when they cannot dedicate their souls to the love of
\nthe battle. But I can save them. Yes. I can save them. They are lost,
\nawash in a sea of petty bureaucrats and fat politicians, but I have
\ntheir life raft. I can save them all. I must save them all. They cannot
\nbe led like lambs to their deaths. <\/p>\n
My knife is in my hand. I could draw this and save another
\nsoul. Yes. Another soul saved, given to the purity of the Battle;
\nanother soul for the one that deserves them; another soul for that
\nwhich I must serve. He sees me. There is fear and confusion in his
\neyes. How sad he looks, what sorrow is in his heart. I am human, I am
\nonly human, and I must do this for my fellow man. It would be inhuman
\nto do anything else. <\/p>\n
The blade slides so gently into his throat. He gasps and
\nclaws at me, but I think in the last few seconds he understands that
\nwhich I know. The look of fear fades and his eyes blaze with a fire.
\nHis soul goes to the Blood God; his soul is set free. <\/p>\n
The others are panicking. They too do not understand. The
\nSergeant is weak, as I knew. He fumbles and hesitates. There, another,
\nhe too can be set free. The blade flows through his veins, spraying
\nforth his blood, letting him die so that he can live. <\/p>\n
Finally the Sergeant draws his rifle to me, I expected as
\nmuch. A true warrior would engage in combat first, but he hides behind
\nhis sight. So be it. A flick of my wrist and my dagger flies true, the
\nmetal blade cutting through the sight into the Sergeants eye cavity. He
\nfalls to his knees, not understanding the pain. He fears death. Weak
\nfool. <\/p>\n
The disruption is coming to an end and the other members of
\nthe squad are coming to me. They do not comprehend. They are screaming
\nat me, calling me a traitor, calling me insane. Ironic somewhat, as for
\nthe first time ever I am thinking clearly. The thoughts are aligned, my
\nmind focused to the task at hand. <\/p>\n
As they encroach the first of the mighty Berzerkers hits
\nthe position. He bellows his death roar as the pathetic men scramble
\nfor cover. His squad arrives, crushing the skulls of those too slow to
\nmove, destroying the defences of those who try to fight. <\/p>\n
They cannot stand against the true lords of battle. These
\nbrave, noble warriors are the epitome of war. They are death incarnate,
\nthe walking weapon. He sees me. The powerful, mighty soldier casts his
\neyes upon me. He knows my heart is pure and soul cleansed. <\/p>\n
I bend and retrieve my knife from the stricken corpse of
\nthe Sergeant. Whilst the magnificent Berzerker watches over me, I carve
\nthe sign of our god into my very skull, bone chipping to the floor,
\nblood gushing freely. Before I delay the warrior too long, I kneel
\nforward, raise my arms to my sides and bow my head. <\/p>\n
As he raises aloft his chainsword and prepares to speed my
\nsoul to my God I chant the sacred words. My Lord knows I am coming, he
\nhas called me, chosen me. I go to a better place, a place of war and
\nblood. A place of Order amongst true Chaos. My Lord I come to thee. <\/p>\n
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