Now my sons for the Sixth Time it begins
War, terrible and beautiful war.
War is what we were made for, me and you all, to fight for the Imperium of man. The world bellow called by its natives Gaia, we shall know it as 411-6, the sixth world we shall take for my father. The Emperor of Mankind, perhaps this world shall have the honor of becoming one of the High Stars. But due to the defiance their Emissaries showed me, the disrespect shown to my Sister when she went to treat with them. As is my custom I had decided to reason with them. Of course their answer was to attack our fleet.
We have destroyed their fleet, with Army ships as well as our own Legion vessels, the Enemy has only their guns upon the planets surface to target us. They wait for the end I shall, we shall deliver upon them. Though they see us as Gods we are Mortal, though Superhuman we be. You are Astartes, never forget your task. You are to be the Keepers of Mankind, the Imperium, when all others flee in the face of the foe you must stand like rocks against the tide.
Now we must prepare for war, all I ask is that you do what you do best, to liberate worlds from Tyranny through the use of force no other warriors may command. Send down your wrath like the fires from on high.
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