They were landing. The Astartes gunships were landing . This was the most exciting day of my life. The Black Templars, here , in Helsreach !But I knew the reason they were here. There was an Ork WAAAAHHHHH! translating in system , and soon. As I watched , the Astartes had bean forming up. Three stood apart from the rest. One had a skull faced helm, the others were barefaced. The three drew their weapons and activated the power fields . I could see the general Sarren, who had ridden up to meet them with his fancy command retinue, gasp and stand back as the first two buried their blades in the rockcretr of the landing pad, the third slamming the head of his war maul into the pad so hard I felt it five meters away. There was a dialogue I could just make out , something about 900 Astartes . My blood ran cold. Why so many? The last thing I heard that day was the loud cry of "Imperator Vult." "The Emperor wills it." Before tinting back to finish unloading the shipment of power packs for las guns and bolts for heavy bolsters and bold pistols for the Guard . I was to take my place in one of the shelters after this load but I figured I'd stay out. Give my place to someone who deserved to survive this war. Besides, I had my fathers autogun and plenty of spare case less ammo..
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I survived : Helsreach
FanfictionThis is a Warhammer 40k Fan Fiction spun off of the book Helsreach , published by Black Library Publishing ( I think )