[color=fff200][h2][centre] Brother Von Palus
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[color=aba000][[h3][centre] Imperial siege lines
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The big guns had pounded for days and the deafening thud and constant echoing bombs and sky illuminated by thr fires of illumination shells, thr burning of inciendery shells and constant muzzle flashes from both sides nightly artillery batteries.

Heavily emplacemed and well dug in the iron warriors supervised defense was going to be a long, brutal slog. Palus shared his kins hatred of the fallen iron warriors. There was to be a reckoning and the new breed of Imperial Fist gene seeds bigger, tougher and faster than the traitors. They would test there metal against the ancient enemy and win.

The muddy trench had been reinforced by the skills of the Imperial fist members, directing guard to realign the bunkers better, reinforce strong points and prepared to face the iron warriors attack.

Marching to his post towering over the mortal guard Armour greives splattered with mud and dirt. Holding his bolt rifle and testing the sights aiming down the barrel out towards the no man's land of craters.

Each Primas marine was a bastain to thr men of thr guard, each was a point of defence. A immovable object, giants standing and firing as Las fore bounced off there Armour, giving the men alongside standards to rally to, examples to follow. 

Replying In a slightly gruff but respectful tone. 
[i][color=fff200] Copy that. Section 2-6 ready. Visibility to 1 kick augmented.

The best kind Valerian [/color][/i]

It was impossible to hide. The imperial fists whete in there elament right now, towering over all but his brothers the guard moved aside in a mix of rapt fear and admiration of the powerful marines.

Standing at post, Von Palus fell into his slot, each brother trained and drilled to work in perfect unison as a powerful combined unit. 

Hitting the groups local vox, he gave thr blood angel a curt nod and confirmed. 
[color=fff200][i]"Von Palus. Ready." [/i][/color]