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Four Xenos break into my housing block, "What the kark?"
As I grab my standard-issue Cadian helmet and the Lasgun, I blow a burning hole in the first alien and he’s dead on the spot.
Next I draw my Bolt Pistol and fire one round before it jams, still disconcerted from the blast I miss entirely and kill my neighbour. The Machine Spirit in the Pistol feels he is a Heretic, the God-Emperor guides the round to deliver His mercy.
I fix the bayonet and charge the last terrified karker. He bleeds out before the Ordo Xenos arrives, the alien is put out of his misery by a stream of blessed flames that also engulf my only home that remains in the Hive City. Alas, such sacrifices are necessary for the glory of the Imperium.
Just as the Emperor of Mankind intended.