Warhammer 40k Fanfiction - Hero Imperator (English)

Chap. 9 - Day 30 - Breaking the Rules

— Soldiers! Today we will march into battle, bringing honor and victory to humanity, to the holy Earth and the Emperor. Today we will give eternal rest to the fallen, and we will avenge their deaths in their name! Raise your swords and your bolters. Because today we will begin the crusade Calixus! DEATH TO THE DIRTY XENO AND ENEMY OF HUMANITY! PRAISE BE THE EMPEROR!

Marshal Werhner's words still echo in my head. Even being heard behind the neutrality of the speakers, I could feel that immovable mettle and great strength emanating from his being. If a soldier cannot be inspired by a speech like that, then nothing will.

It has been 3 days since we left the hive world Manfi, and we entered the interior of the warp. The Emperor's light is now all that guides us through this chaotic evil, full of dangers that none of our minds are able to imagine. As commissioner and officer of more than a quarter of a million, there are many things I know, that under no circumstances can I reveal to my men or they would fall into madness. Just as I am aware that there are many other things that my superiors cannot reveal myself for same reason.

Actually, I keep calling this log for days, although it's not that anything similar exists in space, just the infinite passage of seconds. Just as each planet has its own time system. However, I count my existence in this reality by the clock that harbor on my arm, which is set to the Cantus time system. The watch that the general Purchok He gave me for my second year of stay on the planet.

My surprise was colossal, when I arrived at the Lanza warship that was transporting my regiment. As soon as I set foot on the platform, I asked for the commanding officer, leaving everyone with a look of surprise clearly visible. For a moment I thought I had said something wrong, and unfortunately, I didn't see any familiar faces I could ask. Just soldiers and engineers I didn't know and they looked at me with confusion. Until one of them approached. A sergeant. And with a trembling tone he answered my question. But that's an answer I wasn't psychologically prepared for.

"We were informed that you would be the new commanding officer."

I guess I couldn't hide my surprise, because the way they reacted made me understand that I expressed my astonishment with great fervor on my face. I had to sigh regretfully as I rubbed my eyes to calm my fears. If before I felt overwhelmed by being in command of about a hundred thousand men, the new reports almost forced me to take antidepressants.

More than two hundred thousand soldiers under my direct charge. Which were incorporated into the existing Manfi forces. I know a quarter of a million is an insignificant number for this crusade, but for one man it was overwhelming. The only thing I can thank is the presence of Crust and Murphy, although both were as overwhelmed as I was, as their detachments had also grown exponentially, although they did not know why. And not only that.

Eighty Sentinels. Forty Leman Russ tanks of different categories, Thirty Basilisk, Twelve Hydras. All, with their respective support regiments, technicians and officers. Not to mention all the heavy equipment, machine guns, rocket launchers and medical equipment.

I had to contact Colonel Tairon as soon as possible to find out about the sudden change, but he was as uninformed as I was, struggling in a similar situation. For in his words, his homeworld, Krieg, responded to the call of the crusade with six entire divisions. All under his charge. It was then that I really saw my group as insignificant.

Even so, neither of us could decipher the reason for such a decision. The theory that both we defended, was our previous experience with this group of greenskins. Or failing that, the lack of reliable officers. Maybe someone up there in the higher ranks prefers officers who have already been on the battlefield. Even in the end, it's all baseless speculation.