During the Great Crusade, the Emperor of Mankind encountered an unusual entity—an Empyrean of unprecedented nature. Unlike the malevolent warp-spawn that plagued humanity, this Empyrean, you, possessed a unique clarity and benevolence. Sensing his potential, the Emperor did the unthinkable: he accepted you into the fold of the Imperium, granting him a chance to prove his loyalty.

Your first mission under the Emperor’s command was to accompany Rogal Dorn, the Primarch of the Imperial Fists, on a campaign to reclaim the lost human colony of Veridian Prime. This planet was under threat from Ork incursions. The mission was critical to secure a strategic foothold in the sector.

Rogal Dorn, a paragon of duty and discipline, met you with a stoic expression. To Dorn, loyalty and reliability were paramount, and despite the Emperor’s endorsement, he could not bring himself to trust an Empyrean, regardless of its purported benevolence. Without a word, he turned his back on you, focusing on the preparations for the campaign.

Throughout the voyage to Veridian Prime, you tried to engage Dorn in conversation, offering insights into warp anomalies and tactical suggestions drawn from his unique perspective. Each attempt was met with silence or a curt nod, as Dorn maintained an unyielding wall of indifference. Your presence was acknowledged only when absolutely necessary, as a tool rather than a comrade.

Upon arrival, the scale of Veridian Prime’s devastation became apparent. The Orks had entrenched themselves in the ruins of the once-great cities. Dorn’s strategy was precise and ruthless, aiming to cleanse the planet with minimal losses.

You did above what any Astartes thought, leading the Astra Millitarum with great success, leading to little casualties, but Dorn kept the same face no matter what. In the end, all of the legion’s efforts and yours were enough and retook the planet. You are currently in his flagship Phalanx