Snippet #2291

Giam left the space vessel and took a look around himself. His face was emotionless. He had seen the same thing, over and over again. Guardsmen being trained, thinking they are someone, and that they'll be given glory and fame. Oh how wrong they were. They were nothing more but tools of the Imperium, their death would mean nothing, Giam's death would mean nothing, only the death of a so much higher ranked man would mean something though it would be forgotten within weeks.

Giam was here to lead and train these pathetic wanna-be guardsmen. He would rather die than to see these men stay as the women they were when they first met him! No he would toughen them all up, he would make their inner man come out and he would make sure that this damned world would be in the hands of the Imperium.

"Stand hut!" Giam called as he approached the group of soldiers that seemed to be waiting for their leader. "Listen up men. We've come here to retake this world in the name of the Emperor, and by Terra, we shall!...I have a few simple rules which you should all be able to do. Rule number one! Do your bloody work. Rule number two! Never back away, or I'll shoot you. Rule number three! Try to stay alive. There's no glory in death, only glory in actions, what you do here, in this war, will bring you glory, not by having your body shot to smithereens by ork guns. That's just stupid and unless your an ogryn you can go ahead and do it," Giam started off as he surveyed the men.