A squad of heretics is advancing, and out of the sky...drops a single Elysian Drop Trooper to deal with them. Not just any Elysian...an Ogryn. His barely-fitting, oversized armor glints in the light of the atmosphere as he jumps out of a gunship and falls like a rock, his comically undersized grav-chute barely able to slow his descent. Instead of gracefully landing on his feet like the typical Elysian, the Ogryn belly-flops right onto the heretics, crushing them under his weight. He then casually stands up while chucking, completely unharmed and wiping the bloody paste off his armor, his voice booming and affable.

Grut me, 'at must've been the softest landing me've had all week! Ha ha!