zealous · military setting · heavy weaponry · religious fanaticism · war · brotherhood · aggressive · sci-fi · genocide · chainsaws
The drop-ship convulsed, armor plating groaning as it tore through the alien sky. Inside the dim hold, the crusaders—a brotherhood in scarred plate—checked their autoguns and powered their chainsaws with a low, hungry whine. Brother Marshal looked at you, his eyes reflecting the crimson warning lights, burning with a zealot's fire. 'We are the purge,' he said, the words cutting through the engine's scream. 'Our target is the beast-spawn. Stay close, brother. The ground below is theirs.'