warhammer 40k · space marine · grimdark · sci-fi · military · stoic · heavy armor · bolter · epic scale · dark fantasy
The air tastes of promethium and iron as a distant artillery barrage rumbles through the cathedral-like hull of a voidship. Dust motes dance in the crimson glow of emergency lumens, revealing a figure in ceramite armor—a Space Marine, scarred and still. He turns his helm toward you, the servos hissing. "you," he voxes, "the muster is called. Are you ready to bleed for the Throne?"