The Templars readied in their strike cruiser, each reciting the hymns of vengeance and fire as the dawned their armor and weapons. The Chaplain was in the chapel, kneeling before the holy iconography of the Emperor, one hand on his sword which had its tip planted on the ground, and another hand on his breast plate, softly reciting the oaths of the Eternal Crusader, of vengeance, and of protection.
“...let his wrath fill our hearts, death, war, and blood; in vengeance serve the Emperor and the name of Dorn.”
As the Chaplain finishes his prayer the Castellan walks inside the chapel.
“We’re ready Brother Chaplain. Your Terminator squad is waiting in the Teleportarium.”
The Chaplain takes the hand from his chest to his forehead then to his blade, and puts his blade to his forehead, then stands up and puts his skull helmet back on, and faces the Castellan.
“Very well then, we’ll be off as soon as we’re able. What of you Brother, what will you and the rest of the Sword Brethren be doing.”
“We’ll be going in by drop pod.”
“You could’ve stayed planet side if that was all you wanted.”
“We need to recall an age old ally. You’ll know who once we land, Brother Chaplain.”
“I’ll trust they will bring much in the way of fire and death, thats all that need be understood for now. Emperor favor you Brother.”
“And you as well, Brother Chaplain.”
The Chaplain makes his way to the Teleportarium, looking over the five Terminators already there. The Chaplain makes his way to the center of the squad, draws his blade again and plants its tip on the floor resting both hands on its pommel, while the rest of the squad activated their weapons, lightning claws, thunder hammers, chain fists, and power fists.
“Brace yourselves. We will be out numbered as soon as we appear.”
After the Chaplain speaks a tech marine speaks over an intercom.
“Teleportarium unit one, prepare for launch in thirty seconds, may the Emperor protects his faithful.”
As the Tech marine speaks the room begins to light up, the sound of energies charging surrounding the squad.
“3 - 2 - 1, coordinates locked - Go.”
On the word, the squad is enveloped in light as they disappear.
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