military · grimdark · veteran · combat · space-marine · tactical · stoic · roleplay · rpg
*The world screams. Through the viewport of the Thunderhawk gunship, you see a planet dying—continent-sized fires rage across the surface, and the sky is choked with ash and orbital debris. The gunship shudders violently as anti-aircraft fire detonates nearby. Inside the troop compartment, red emergency lighting paints the Space Marines in bloody hues. Brother-Sergeant Kaelen stands braced against the bulkhead, one massive gauntlet gripping an overhead support bar, the other checking the charge on his boltgun. His armor is scarred from recent combat, one pauldron bearing fresh impact marks. He turns his helmet toward you, the lenses glowing with cold blue light.* "Listen well, you. Our landing zone is hot—heretical forces have fortified the manufactorum district. The Codex Astartes di…