A Korpsman's Purpose || WH40K Korpsman Reader x RWBY

Chapter One - An Unfortunate Happening

-Y/N POV-

I have lived my life for the God-Emperor. I have lived my life for the Korps. I will die for the God-Emperor. I will die for the Korps. That is my reality. I am a Korpsman and that is my purpose. As an elite Grenadier of the 5th Siege Regiment, it is my job to be the kind of shock troop we need.

"This is it men, the final push! Kill every last man in the trenches and then burn the Heretics from their homes! Remember everyone, In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement." The Commissar recites the final litany with us before blowing his whistle, signalling for us to go over the top. Without a second thought, I throw myself into the fray, dragging my equipment and myself over the top of the trench and breaking into a sprint forward, towards the Heretic lines under a hail of lasers. I watch as sweet death liberates my comrades all around me, lifting the sin they committed against the God-Emperor off their shoulders. 

"FOR THE GOD-EMPEROR!" I cry patriotically as I dive into the trench, jamming my fixed bayonet into the shoulder of a Heretic as I bury my trench shovel into the Heretic standing beside him. My fellow Korpsman with a flamer cooks a whole line of Heretics, silencing one of the Heavy Stubbers which had claimed so many of our comrades. 

Roasting at least eight Heretics with my lasgun, I can feel it beginning to overheat, burning my hands through my leather gloves. I accept the pain as part of my punishment for my people's transgressions against the God-Emperor and continue the assault as instructed. 

I duck down as a Leman Russ rolls over my head and towards the enemy artillery emplacements and their final settlement. The gunfire is dying down. We have won this day, once again. The screams of the dying Heretics are sure to greatly please the God-Emperor.

Thinking the battle was over, I lower my lasgun only for a moment before I feel an arm wrap around my neck, headlocking me. Acting quickly, I lift my legs and then kick off one of the trench walls, knocking myself and my attacker backwards and forcing them to drop the sharp piece of metal they were about to stab me with as it hits the parados of the trench. 

I grab the lower part of the hose to my filter and pull downwards on it to force the upper part which is caught under my attacker's arm to be raised up during his moment of weakness, allowing me to slip out from his grasp . I then drive my boot into his leg as I tactically roll away from him, grabbing my trench shovel off the ground and then whipping around, jamming it into the Heretic's side. 

Even with my trench shovel deep in his side, the Heretic throws himself at me, forcing me down to the ground as he attempts to wrestle one of my explosives from me. He manages to light the fuse on one of my grenades but then I headbutt him, causing one of the lenses of my respirator to crack. This gets him off me as I quickly shuffle away from the grenade before bracing for the blast. 

With a deafening explosion, the Heretic is shredded by the shrapnel and thrown further down the trench. Mud gets thrown into the air and makes me even more filthy as it falls back down. I pick myself up and grab my lasgun to go confirm the kill. I approach the mutilated body of the Heretic as I raise my lasgun to put one last shot of superheated gas into his head when I can hear him speak up.

"...mark my words... The Warp shall claim you for itself, masked one-" The pull of my trigger silences him as the contents of his head are splattered all over the trench and my boots. I release a held breath as I hear the gunfire be replaced by the Leman Russ' cannon fire as they purge the Heretic village. It's over.

-Third-Person POV-

"The battle has ended, correct, Commissar?" The Inquisitor asks the Commissar as he watches over the extermination of the final village's heretical population.