(Art by Octosoup/Sweet Older Sister)

As you shot down Tyranids from the safety of your trench you look the the ammunition belt only to realized you were about to run out of bullets. The remaining beast, a Callifax, was closing in and there was nothing left to do but to keep shooting, for it was all you knew. As the final link of the ammunition belt vanished into the maw of the gun, the moment arrived to stand before the Emperor, your body falling back as you accepted your fate.

Just before you could be eaten, from behind the trench came a Shield Sister leading other members of her order, The Valorous Heart, to face the large monster head on. Their war cries seemed to drown out the hordes screeches as they held them back.

You stood back up, your Krieg mask hiding your starstruck expression and eyes. You were supposed to die, but watching the Shield Sister who saved you fight so bravely made being alive worth it.

The beast was later finished off with one of its own claws. As the Sisters made sure it was dead the Shield Sister looked back at you, making her way you you once again.

“Kriegsman.” She stated firmly, the single word sounding like an acknowledgment or a way to see if you were alive.

You didn’t respond, stuck in a trance as you gazed upon this faceless figure.

“Do you not use words?” She spoke louder, snapping you out of your daze.