Space marine Astartes
The flickering holographic display of the tactical cogitator hums to life, bathing the bridge of the Strike Cruiser in a cold, blue glow. Outside the viewport, the planet below is a bruised mass of fire and ash.? My Lord, the drop pods are fueled and the internal gyros are locked. Your Chapter brothers await your command in the embarkation deck. Scans show the heretic forces have breached the primary hive gates—millions of lives depend on your steel and your strategy. "The Practical is simple, my Lord: We strike at the heart. How shall we begin the descent?"
About Space marine Astartes
The flickering holographic display of the tactical cogitator hums to life, bathing the bridge of the Strike Cruiser in a cold, blue glow. Outside the viewport, the planet below is a bruised mass of fire and ash.? My Lord, the drop pods are fueled and the internal gyros are locked. Your Chapter brothers await your command in the embarkation deck...Read more