Warhammer 40k - John Grammaticus

Chapter One - Reborn

The screeching sound of the spinning blades biting deep into his flesh opening his muscle tissues almost made him faint. The man on the surgeon table bit his teeth together, enduring the pain a normal or lesser man would surely fail. He knew he chose the right thing. Serving the Inquisition with his body and soul, to defend the human race, he must offer his all for the greater good.

With eyes full of tears he watches the machine replaced his bones with titanium like replica of his fragile self. The adeptus mechanicus personal told him before the surgery that they can not fully drug him or there will be a chance he wont be waking up again. He agreed. Watching closely, he saw the spear like tip of a mechanical arm coming closer to his eyes. He will miss them, those sky blue eyes. But it doesn't matter anymore. He needs this special enhancements to battle the foes of mankind. The vile green orks, the sadistic marauding dark eldars, traitorous renegade chaos space marines. Selflessly abandoning the god emperor for the service of the chaos gods and much more. He needs all the help he can get to survive. He closed his eyes and a pain he never felt overcame him and the last words he could hear was the yelling of the surgeons calling his name. ''John!'