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>The Knights Celestial
>Company of Dreadnoughts
The Knights Celestial and their ancients were the terror of many a Xenos, Mutant, and Heretic. But alas, the once proud company, the second, was whittled down over the battles until it too was a shadow of its former self, only a handful of your oldest and fiercest left aboard your final journey into the warp. You would weep if you had the means to, but the act is far too human for one of His Angels.
But all of that is distant now. What rules your thoughts currently is pain. You feel it all throughout your body. After tumbling from orbit you had hit the ground, hard. You are thankful for that, for if you had fallen into an ocean you would have no doubt sunken to the bottom, and the chapter would be lost forever. But you are alive, and on solid ground. Your helmet display buzzes, error symbols flashing by, dark flecks of blood obscuring some of it, but it is still functioning. You gingerly try lifting your arm, and it obeys. It hurts, but by the Throne you can move it. Slowly, and painfully, you lift yourself up from the wreckage and examine yourself. You’re hurting all over, but so far as you can tell no bones have been broken, and your armour seems intact, if a little scorched. It is then that you remember. Your weapons. You had attached them to your armour as the ship was breaking apart, trusting that the mag-locks would hold. You look around and quickly see them, only a short way away, partly buried in the burnt dirt. They must have been dislodged from the impact. You are relieved. It will be what you rely upon in the coming days, for you have no other weapons, and you do not know if anything else may have survived the re-entry.
You reach over and grab…
>Your bolt pistol and chainsword. Versatile and balanced, you may use both at the same time with ease. Many a foe who has thought to escape the bite of your pistol by charging you has been cut down just as coldly up close.
>Bolter and combat knife. The quintessential armament of a Space Marine. Few enemies can resist the full force of a bolter, and those that can are quickly dispatched by the precise cuts and thrusts of your knife.
>Power sword. Once energised, its molecular field can cleave through armour and flesh. Few things can resist it, and it will never fail you. However, you will lack any ranged options, until you recover some, or the locals provide some, if they have any.
>Company of Dreadnoughts
The Knights Celestial and their ancients were the terror of many a Xenos, Mutant, and Heretic. But alas, the once proud company, the second, was whittled down over the battles until it too was a shadow of its former self, only a handful of your oldest and fiercest left aboard your final journey into the warp. You would weep if you had the means to, but the act is far too human for one of His Angels.
But all of that is distant now. What rules your thoughts currently is pain. You feel it all throughout your body. After tumbling from orbit you had hit the ground, hard. You are thankful for that, for if you had fallen into an ocean you would have no doubt sunken to the bottom, and the chapter would be lost forever. But you are alive, and on solid ground. Your helmet display buzzes, error symbols flashing by, dark flecks of blood obscuring some of it, but it is still functioning. You gingerly try lifting your arm, and it obeys. It hurts, but by the Throne you can move it. Slowly, and painfully, you lift yourself up from the wreckage and examine yourself. You’re hurting all over, but so far as you can tell no bones have been broken, and your armour seems intact, if a little scorched. It is then that you remember. Your weapons. You had attached them to your armour as the ship was breaking apart, trusting that the mag-locks would hold. You look around and quickly see them, only a short way away, partly buried in the burnt dirt. They must have been dislodged from the impact. You are relieved. It will be what you rely upon in the coming days, for you have no other weapons, and you do not know if anything else may have survived the re-entry.
You reach over and grab…
>Your bolt pistol and chainsword. Versatile and balanced, you may use both at the same time with ease. Many a foe who has thought to escape the bite of your pistol by charging you has been cut down just as coldly up close.
>Bolter and combat knife. The quintessential armament of a Space Marine. Few enemies can resist the full force of a bolter, and those that can are quickly dispatched by the precise cuts and thrusts of your knife.
>Power sword. Once energised, its molecular field can cleave through armour and flesh. Few things can resist it, and it will never fail you. However, you will lack any ranged options, until you recover some, or the locals provide some, if they have any.
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