Chaplain Agmemnus studied the coming horde with a praticed eye. While he had been elevated to the rank of chaplain he was still first and foremost an Imperial Fist. His training in siege-craft had been an important part of his life before he had been honored with the task of seeing to the morale of the legion. He watched the ebb and flow of the traitorous Army and astartes as they made their way towards the walls and the Imperial Palace. Not everything was going their way, he could see. Several Imperial army regiments stood between the traitors and their final destination and they seemed to be giving the rebels hell. He wished he could be there. Part of him rumbled at being posted to the walls. He knew the importance of holding the ramparts but his heart yearned to be in the thick of the fighting, swinging his ancient hammer, the Iron Fist, and bringing justice to those who had turned their hearts from the Emperor's will.
His eyes followed the line of Horus' followers as they made ready mortars and cannons to lay siege to the Emperor's greatest monument in the distance. Word had already reached Agmemnus of the fall of the star port to the east. While it could be said Horus was mad to turn against his father and his fellow primarchs, few could argue with the precision at which he waged war. Horus was known as a shrewd tactician and this fight would see his terrible genious stretched to it's limits. Agmemnus himself would make sure of that if he had anything to say about it but the loss of the starport was a major setback. There would be no reinforcements from that quarter and in the coming days it's loss would be felt.
Deep in thought, Agmemnus had failed to notice the runner that had been sent for him. A polite cough roused him from his reverie. Turning, he found himself face to face with another Imperial Fist, his helmet slung under one arm and his head bowed in deference to the old chaplain. "Yes?" Agmemnus asked.
"Master Chaplain, Captain Malloc requests the honor of your presence at the headquarters on parapet seventeen."
Nodding, Agmemnus shouldered his shield and locked his hammer into place. "Lead on Sergeant", he replied. He knew it had to be important for the captain to send an astartes to call on him rather than one of the many Imperial army runners who passed orders up and down the walls. Undoubtedly the request had required someone who's trust was above reproach which made Agmemnus wary.
As the two made their way down the length of wall, Agmemnus found himself deep in thought once again. While he believed those who remained in the Imperial Palace were loyal, one could never be too sure in these dark times. The depth of the betrayal was known to have reached even the techno-magi of mars with many of the ancient titan legions battling amongst themselves on the barren, rust-stained fields of Mars herself. The Imperial Navy and Army were not immune to treachery either. Reports had flooded into Terra upon the revelation of Horus as traitor. Long had he held sway as Warmaster in the Emperor's abscence during the long, great crusade to unify mankind under the banner of his father and many had foolishly followed him in his descent into heresy.
It still mystified the old chaplain that in this age of reason and enligthenment that those who had witnessed the awe-inspiring will and might of the Emperor would turn against him and bring down all the triumps he had given mankind. There had even been whispers of heathen god-worship and daemomancy. Such things had no place in the Imperium of Man the Emperor had forged with his blood, his sweat and his tears.
He found himself looking to the massed regiments of Imperial Army arrayed before the walls in serried ranks. He knew that even their numbers could not hold back the oncoming tide of heretics that made their way towards the palace. Heretic...the word was strange to him. He knew of it. Years spent in training had opened his eyes and his mind to many new things including the ancient works of man from their darker, benighted times, when man had foolishly believed in gods and such things. Words like heretic and daemon still felt wrong when he voiced them...sometimes when he even thought them. It was odd that such trivial things as words could be so consternating. Agmemnus knew the reason of course. In the wake of the Emperor's grand crusade, such irrational notions had been quashed and replaced with the cold reasoning of science and fact.
He soon found himself standing in the bustling command post of the palace's defenders, captains Malloc and Tarsion nodding as he entered. It was a scene of controlled anarchy. He likened it to a ant hill or a bee hive. Imperial commanders, the gathered captains of the Imperial Fists and those of the White Scars and Blood Angels all passing orders back and forth over holomaps and charts as they discussed how to prepare to repel the invaders. From an adjoining room came a booming welcome. "Hail Agmemnus! It is good to see you my son!" Agmemnus turned to face the direction the voice had come from and immediately removed his helm and knelt. "My lord Dorn."
"Bah..stand. There is no need for bowing and scraping with times such as they are." Feeling sheepish, Agmemnus rose and made his way towards his beckoning master.
"Now that we are all here, I will begin. The Imperial Army stands at the base of the wall ready to repel the traitors." Agmemnus could hear the controlled rage as Dorn spoke the last word. The word was thick with contempt and vitriol. As the briefing went on, Agmemnus soon found his primarch had plans for him and upon hearing them, a smile crossed his scarred face.
The sound of las and bolter fire filled the plains with their racious squeels and booming reports before the Imperial Palace as Agmemnus made his way through the Imperial lines to the front. Accompanying him were the warriors under the command of Captain Malloc, two hundred of the finest warriors to bear the proud clenched fist of the Imperial Fists. The air was thick with the stench of blood and cordite as men and astartes bled and died under the watchful gaze of the Emperor's fortress.
His shield held at his side in his left hand, he stopped and aimed the combi-bolter he had been granted with his right hand and fired. The weapon roared as the bolter round found it's mark, ripping a rebel army trooper in two as the explosive shell detonated inside him. After a short march Agmemnus found himself at the forefront of the Imperial lines. Captain Malloc began issuing orders to his men and with the practiced precision that only astartes could accomplish they fanned out taking up a firing line. Dorn himself had seen the same thing Agmemnus and the rest of the Fists had seen. There would be no holding the enemy back. Reports had stated that titans from the Legio Mortis has landed and were making their way to the front. The Imperial Army for all it's might could not stop those ancient mechanical war gods. Dorn had put forth a plan of a strategic retreat, the combined forces fighting their way back to the walls making the traitors pay in blood for every inch they took.
Agmemnus took his place in the center of the line along with captain Malloc. Activating the improved external vox mounted in his suit's helm his thundering voice roared over the din of battle.
"Brothers! Aye brothers! Be you astartes or army conscript you who stand here are my brother! Look before you at the gathering hordes! See how they call and scream and blaspheme! They call upon the Warmaster in the place of their Emperor! Such foolishness cannot be allowed to continue! We will give them no succor! We will give them no mercy! We will take from them everything and leave them to lay dying on the soil of this world they have come to conquer! STAND! HOLD! Remeber that you do this not for glory! Nay, nor for honor! You do this not for personal gain! You do this to protect the cradle of mankind and the Light of reason the Emperor has brought to these benighted times! Aye brothers, STAND! HOLD! FOR DORN! FOR THE EMPEROR!"
From the line came an answer. At first those hundreds who had been in earshot of the chaplain's fiery oratory took up his cry. Then thousands, then tens of thousands. Each man raised his voice until every warriors' voice roared the same cry. Those upon the walls began as well as the cry reached them.
As the heretic's force reached the lines the found themselves greeted with the words roared over and over. Over the sounds of bolter fire and lasfire, through the fog of cordite and fyceline and promethium, through the roars of massive defense cannons and siege-craft the chant could be heard over and over.
"FOR THE EMPEROR!"
And man and astarte, loyal and traitor, died as the forces smashed into each other under the watchful gaze of the Emperor...
"If you can't stun them with your tactical brilliance, baffle them with your superior grasp of BS."
"I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed man."
Well, seeing as how you capitalize your characters, use proper grammar and punctuation, I'd say you qualify.
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