CODEX ASTARTES: Self Image
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Life is hard. But life in the Grim, Dark Future of the 41st Millennium, is a little harder. So let us lend our ears and listen in on the wisdom of the Space Marines.
(Read in your best Capt. Titus impression)
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{Transmission Incoming.}
[The Brother-Librarian regarding Terran looks. Preparing His Emperor's Chapter for invasion of Ulsar IV - 0172545.M40]
"Brothers! We stand here at the threshold of yet another chance at glory! Beyond the portal of this gunship lies another enemy of Mankind, and therefore an enemy of OURS!
Look upon your superiors, Brother-Initiates! The scars they carry are from the hells of a thousand battle fields upon a thousand worlds. But do they hang their heads in shame? No. For the marks they carry endow them with the experience of those failures, so they may serve the Emperor even finer!
Look upon the oldest of us, young Battle-Brothers, and see the deep lines drawn into their features. Do they pine for their lost youth? No. For the weight of their wisdom burdens those features so, and wisdom is the greatest power of all. And power is with what we serve Him.
In the world of humanity, our flesh is our blessing and yet our curse! It is most coveted and yet most abundant. It's injury is our greatest weakness. Constant perfection of the flesh taints the minds of the weak with illusion of self-aggrandizement. But the Marine is not led astray by such trivialities, for His word is our action.
My Brothers, I order you to look upon your humanity not just as shape, but as symbol! A symbol which binds us together against the common foe:
The Mutant.
[*Brother Marines begin to growl under their breaths.*]
The Alien.
The Heretic.
THE DEMON.
[*A seething silence of hate*]
So the next time you gaze into that mirror, Brothers, look upon the scars which line your image with pride. For we are better for our failures!
The next time you consider that which you have lost, remember that which you have gained. Your lost youth is but the toll paid for the ever expanding power of our wisdom. Celebrate what remains of your flesh through service to Him!
And whether we face our mortality on this or in a thousand-thousand sols, we shall face it with the Word of the Emperor on our lips and Pride in our hearts!
For are we not SPACE MARINES?! AND ARE WE NOT HIS FINEST!?
[*Marines erupt into a battle-cry. Landing Zone Reached*]
{Transmission Out.}
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A fan written Codex entry by me. If you like my writing style let me know!
- MKG
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