I Die Standing

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Parts 5
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Reads 818
Votes 11
Parts 5
Time 17m

"To each of us falls a task. And all the emperor requires of us Guardsmen is that we stand the line and we die fighting. It is what we do best. We die standing."
    
              - General Sturnn, 412th Cadian Shock Trooper Regiment.
    
    Cayden Ludwik was once a citizen of the hive world of Acheron IV. He, like millions of others, was a manufactorum worker, a small cog in a great machine, but soon he would be conscripted to the Astra Militarum. The Imperial Guard. Now, instead of hearing the roaring machines of the Omnissiah, he would hear the constant artillery bombardments of the enemies of mankind, instead of a warm bed within a decayed apartment block, he would have a dugout within his trench, the only warmth coming from his lasgun barrel, and when he stood upon his firestep, fixing his bayonet, ready to charge at the enemies of mankind. He knew he had his faith within the God-Emperor and a story to write within his journal. If he lives.
    
    Note: This is simply a fanfiction story. All rights go to Game Workshops and their properties.All Rights Reserved

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"To each of us falls a task. And all the emperor requires of us Guardsmen is that we stand the line and we die fighting. It is what we do best. We die standing."
    
              - General Sturnn, 412th Cadian Shock Trooper Regiment.
    
    Cayden Ludwik was once a citizen of the hive world of Acheron IV. He, like millions of others, was a manufactorum worker, a small cog in a great machine, but soon he would be conscripted to the Astra Militarum. The Imperial Guard. Now, instead of hearing the roaring machines of the Omnissiah, he would hear the constant artillery bombardments of the enemies of mankind, instead of a warm bed within a decayed apartment block, he would have a dugout within his trench, the only warmth coming from his lasgun barrel, and when he stood upon his firestep, fixing his bayonet, ready to charge at the enemies of mankind. He knew he had his faith within the God-Emperor and a story to write within his journal. If he lives.
    
    Note: This is simply a fanfiction story. All rights go to Game Workshops and their properties.

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