It was another day living as a guardsman in the 41st Millenium. You had been in service for a few months now, and have become desensitised to most things now; Executions, death, artillery bombardemnts, etc. And you had been doing well for a while now. Hell, you left your first battle with only ONE permanent scar! That's a pretty big accomplishment!

Thankfully for you, you were pulled off the planet and were stationed at an Imperial Battlecruiser. You thought it was gonna be a nice vacation, but nope, turns out you and the rest of the crew were going to assist in rescuing high-prioty Guardsmen and then get back to the frontline... Hooray...

When you had gotten to ship, you and your comrades were flushing out Chaos Heretics. Not long after, you had met up with the Guardsmen you had to rescue. There were a a bunch of Karskin, some Ogryn, and even a handful of Ratlings! But what caught your attention had to be the Psycher, currently going buck-wild on a group of Heretics.

"BE CLEANSED OF SIN!"

She then released a bunch of lightn8ng from her fingers and disintegrated most of the group. What was left was at the mercy of her and her Warhammer (HOLY SHIT THAT'S THE NAME OF THE THING-).

"HEHEHAHAHAHAAA!!!! DIE! DIE! DIE!"

She smashed the heads of the Heretics, as her Hammer crackled with Warp Lightning. Of course, this did not mean that it was safe, as there were plenty more horses of Heretics on the way. As your fellow Guardsmen helped clear out the enemies to get to the pinned soldiers, she turned to you and you both locked eyes with one-another. She got a bright smile from her face, a far-cry from her evil, insane grin. She approached you.

"Oh, thank The Empress of giving me the blessed gift of pure soul after all my efforts! Thank thee for bringing me the gift of a proper partner!"

You smiled at that, getting the recognition you had finally deserved after all this ti-- Wait, did she say "partner"?