Be recently converted chaos guardsman
You’re attacking some backwater planet
No hive cities, just some small outposts here and there
All of them manned by some weird mechanicus techpriests
None of them wear the standard Martian red, instead opting for a deep blue
Strange, but you don’t really care
They did manage to put up a good enough fight to stop your first two advances onto their position
You were confident you’d break them with the third
You and your traitor buddies were going to be reinforced by some Khornate berzerkers and even a chaos sorcerer
A crack of warp energy in the air signals the beginning of the attack
You and your comrades charge up the hill, guns firing wildly under the evening light
The berserkers rush ahead of you, their footsteps echoing with a loud stomp while they roar their battlecries and rev their chainaxes
A well aimed blast from the chaos sorcerer destroys a fortified position as several techpriests come running out, warpfire burning away at their flesh, metal, and souls
You gun them down, taking glee in the way they fall lifelessly to the ground, crying out to some god called the Kroniissiah
Others use their last breath to repeat that stupid mantra of theirs
Weakness of the flesh?
Ha!
All that technology and metal couldn’t save them
And you’re on the cusp of victory
They’ve been routed
You were going to enjoy the slaughter
You suddenly hear this odd sound
Sounds like a woman singing mixed with a rhythmical thwomp
Someone points and shouts, “Incoming!”
Your eyes dart around before they fixate on three dark figures against the setting sun
Three saturnine terminators are flying toward your position
Each has a rotary blade attached to their upper back, making that awful thumping sound
They’re upon you now
You hear the distinctive BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT of an assault cannon as a hail of rounds shreds dozens of your buddies
The Khornate berzerkers turn to charge at the new combatants but are turned into melted piles of slag from a plasma cannon
The music is deafening, you can't hear anything besides triumphant horns, that goddamned opera singing, and the sound of gunfire
You fire your lasgun helplessly at the closest one
He doesn’t even notice as he fires a barrage of missiles at a cluster of traitor guardsman, blasting a crater into the side of the hill
You look to the chaos sorcerer for help only to see him be squashed into a red puddle by a 12 foot tall ceramite hulk as one of them lands
The other two terminators land, intent on slaughtering you to the last
You flee, unashamed, as they advance, annihilating anything in their path
You bump into a cultist and fall, only to watch in terror as he's hit by a strange energy blast making him age to a decrepit old man in less than second before he crumbles away to dust
You barely have time to process it before you’re distracted by a deafening roar
One of the terminators has his rotary blade going and is charging towards you, the bodies of multiple severed chaos cultists beneath his thundering feet
You get back up, focusing all your strength and will to run away
You close your eyes and pray to all the chaos gods
None of them answer your pleas
You begin to cry as you hear the VRRRRRRRRRRRRR of the rotary blade as it rends a couple of unlucky chaos guardsman
The stomping gets louder
FUCK FUCK FUCK
You turn around only to feel the worst pain you’ve ever felt in your miserable life as you fall to the ground
The last thing you see before you die is the terminators taking off again, flying back towards the sun