MAKE ME ONE.
I hope the Emperor doesn’t mind.
I could file this under ‘Research of Traitor Space Marine doctrines’… right?
You start a game of Dawn of War 2: Retribution.
Pick a 6 player map.
Pick Space Marine and favourite Chapter skin.
Fill the opponent slots with 3 insane AI and have all 3 be the same race (so either Tyranids, Chaos, Eldar, Orks)
And then proceed to do battle against overwhelming odds (3v1)
Of the Tactical Space Marine, bedrock of his Chapter and paragon to his brothers, I shall tell thee.
He shall be steeped in the lore of battle and schooled in all manner of weapon and strategy. With combat blade, boltgun and grenade he shall assail the foe. But these are mere tools: a Tactical Marine’s true weapons are his courage, his wits, and his dedication to his brothers.
He will bring his foe to battle in a manner and time of his choosing, never himself caught unready or ill-prepared for the task at hand. In defence he shall be stalwart as the mountain, a bulwark stood firm against the enemies of Man. In attack he shall strike with the wrath of the Immortal Emperor, felling the foe without mercy, remorse, or fear.
And of the Assault Marine so do I decree:
He shall descend upon the perfidious foe as an Angel of Judgment from on high. Let the jump pack be his wings, and the roar of its engines a hymn of retribution.
Let the chainsword be his sceptre of decree, its harsh voice singing joyfully with each and every blow. With it shall the Assault Marine bring bloody retribution to the heretic, the traitor, and all alien aggressors who trespass on the Emperor’s domain.
So will the Assault Marine be the hunter of warlords and the slayer of kings. His armour shall run slick with the life-blood of the vanquished, and all shall honour his name.
A Devastator’s reach shall be without limit and his touch without mercy. Fire shall roar from his fingertips, but it shall consume him not. Thunder will roar when he calls, yet it will swallow him not.
Let the Devastator squad be thy blazing wrath, bringing the light of the Emperor’s justice to the darkest corners of the battlefield. Wherever he stands, that shall be his fortress of righteousness. He shall hold in his gift the fate of all who pass before his unblinking gaze.
All shall fear him, and he shall fear no one.
‘I have heard many souls speak my name in whispers since I came to Helsreach. I ask you now: Do you know me?’
‘Yes,’ several voices replied, several among the hundreds.
‘Do you know me?’ he bellowed at them over the firing of the wall-guns.
‘Yes!’ a chorus answered now.
‘I am Grimaldus of the Black Templars! A brother to the Steel legions of this defiant world!’
A muted cheer greeted his words. It wasn’t enough, not even close.
‘Never again in life will your actions carry such consequence. Never again will you serve as you serve now. No duty will matter as much, and no glory will taste as true. We are the defenders of Helsreach. On this day, we carve our legend in the flesh of every alien we slay. Will you stand with me?’
Now the cheers came in truth. They thundered in the air around me?
‘Will you stand with me?’
Again, a roar.
‘Sons and daughters of the Imperium! Our blood is the blood of heroes and martyrs! The xenos dare defile our city? They dare tread the sacred soil of our world? We will throw their bodies from these walls when the final day dawns!’
A wave of noise crashed against his armour as they cheered. Grimaldus raised his war maul, aiming it to the embattled heavens.
‘This is our city! This is our world! Say it! Say it! Cry it out so the bastards in orbit will hear our fury! Our city! Our world!’
’OUR CITY! OUR WORLD!’
Laughing again, Grimaldus turned to face the oncoming horde. ‘Run, alien dogs! Come to me! Come to us all! Come and die in blood and fire!’
‘BLOOD AND FIRE!’
The Reclusiarch cut the air with his crozius, as if ordering his men forward.
‘For the Templars! For the Steel Legion! For Helsreach!’
’They cannot hear you, brothers!’
’Hurl yourselves at these walls, inhuman filth! Die on our blades! I am Grimaldus of the Black Templars, and I will cast your carcasses from these holy walls!’
‘GRIMALDUS! GRIMALDUS! GRIMALDUS!’
Praise the Emperor for his sacrifice,
as He endures so shall we.
We who are Hunters of Deamons,
shall strive in his name eternally.
We the Order of the
shall delve into
We shall seek out the Tainted,
we shall pursue the Vilest Evil.
It is we who stand
our Eternal Watch
shall not fail.
For we are the Ordo Malleus.
We Grey Knights are
we slay the
Darkness without fear.
Founded in great mystery we were.
Chapter six hundred and sixty six.
Though on Titan we
yet our eyes
encompass the Galaxy.
No Devil shall elude our gaze,
no Daemon shall avoid its Fate.
We shall be the
all Secrets shall
be our Knowledge.
We are the Guardians of Mankind!
Caution and secrecy are our code,
watchfulness and patience are our way.
Hidden from the Eyes of Chaos,
we strike without warning or dread.
Though we find ourselves in Shadows,
no Blackness will enter our Hearts.
No treachery will touch our souls,
no pride will sully our thoughts.
We shall be Pure amongst Impurity,
we shall be Innocence amongst Guild.
We are the Imperium’s Hidden
We are spread across the Heavens,
our watch is untiring and ceaseless
The Emperor shall guard our Souls,
as we Guard those of others.
Our will shall be our weapons,
our faith shall be our armour.
Our minds will be secure fotresses,
no Tempation will weaken our
Though unnunmbered lurking perils await
our blades will ever be ready.
For we are the Emperor’s Vengeance!
Masters of all weapons are we,
no defence exist against our wrath.
With Nemesis shall we fight,
with Aegis to shield us.
In bloodshed shall we save Mankind,
Death shall be our Everlasting Creed.
War Unending shall be our Fate,
in battle shall we be steeped.
We shall be unstinting in Hatred,
we shall hunger for Holy War.
For we are Swords of Justice!
When all flee in hideous disarray,
strong and sound shall we stand.
Cowardice is wholly unknow to us,
our courage comes from the Emperor.
Unbowed and unshaken against all foes,
we shall claim victory with blood.
Steady and surely we hunt them,
those that dare oppose our wrath.
Death stalks us in many forms,
the grotesque and the utterly inhuman.
We are the Bringers of Hope.
Bloody battles unending constantly
redemption the reward for our
When Possession rears its
ours is blade that descends.
When Empyrean Horrors invade our realm,
our Exorcisim shall hurl them back.
There is no Chaos spawned horror,
which can resist our indomitable
With undaunted courage we shall
no arcane magicks shall overcome us.
We are the Bearers of Victory!
No corruption shall blemish our Galaxy,
no Immaterial Fiend shall be spared.
No Malevolent Spirit will oppose us,
no Creation of Sin shall survive.
No Unholy Deed shall go Unpunished,
all Blasphemous Acts shall be Atoned.
No Spawn of Misrule avoid us,
all are banished to the void.
Nothing shall evade our Cleansing Fire,
not Deamon or Spawn or Renegade.
For we are Mankind’s Divine Blade!
Heavenly Blessings are laid upon us,
the Warp is ours to Tame.
Though Sorceries shall be against
no Witchcraft will bring our Doom.
Though Spell or Incantation blocks us,
the Emperor shall see us Victorious.
No Hex can overcome our
our resolve is strong as steel.
Sigils and wards watch over us,
prayers shall serve as our Guide.
For we are the Emperor’s Chosen!
There is much darkness awaiting us,
yet the Emperor lights our path.
Falsehood durrounds us at every
yet no Traitor shall confound us.
No despicable trickery will thwarts us,
no Damnation shall bring us low.
There is no peace for us,
for an eternity we will strive.
Though mere mortals in His service,
everlasting shall be our True Duty.
Et Imperator Invocato Diabolus