[color=fff200][h2][centre] Brother Von Palus
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[color=aba000][h3][centre] Imperial siege lines
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Von Palus nodded respectfully to the Sgt, he was a dark angel but had proven himself time and time again in the squad and lead them to multiple victories. The kreigers, how had the impirum lasted as long as it had with such soldiers. Which such a mindset. Shaking his head from thr vastly changed and broken world he found him self fighting for. A oath was a oath, and to be honoured however changed the world they had woken up to. 

On there internal vox he replied to the Sgt, hard to hide the displeasure at the state of these kreigers and there fatalism bordering on stupidity. 

[i][color=fff200] Sgt. That is a task worthy to challenge even our skills. 

Now that's one thing a fist need not telling twice. [/color][/i]

Even desite the templer  drive and zealous anger was present and always simmering in battle ready to escape and drive him into a rage, the cooler calm imperial fist prided itself on bolter drill, accuracy and precise overlapping fire. Not a single bolt wasted.

Thinking to self a stalker bolter would be ideal to take out the champions, without there leaders the traitors soon began to fracture. Shouting out to the line, they where fatalistic but took to orders to the letter no matter if it lead to there deaths. A small grudging respect was present despite his disdain.

[b][i][color=fff200]soldiers of the Emparor. Aim for the champions first. They only know fear. They will break like water on your indomitable defence. [/color][/i] [/b]

Nodding to his brothers. The others had taken the siege badly, bordem, grinding progress grated them to the soul, the white scar even with his helm on the annoyed gestures where obvious to brothers who had served so close. The precision, mathematics and calculations of seige came easily to VON Palus and his gene brothers. Recalculating as the barage smoke cleared he noted the latest barage angles and trajectories where making a slow difference. 

Public statements where required, there role was more advanced, the guard needed leadership, compatent leadership. They where not just space marines they had become figures of legend and almost angels in 10,000 years. The whole religion was not something they all quite agreed on but could respect it was a useful tool at times. 

Beyond the lines and out past no man's land the sound of drums and shouts rang out faintly to there highly advanced hearing, they where ready ongoing, rallying and beating there men into readyness for attack.