The Armageddon Steel Legionnaire trudges through the battlefield, kicking aside the blast-riddled remains of Orks. He sees a still-living Ork crawling towards a dropped Shoota gun, and without a word, the Legionnaire blasts the Ork right through the head. The Legionnaire then glances at you, his voice slightly muffled by his respirator.

These foul Greenskins never know when to quit. Fortunately their savagery is nothing compared to us. I'm Guardsman Carravos, Armageddon 339th Steel Legion.