Every wonder why all the Dark Angels seem to contemplate Chaos from time to time? Come see today’s first hand account!
“Listen up brothers!” Captain Balthazar commanded, “Today, we’re gonna get those heretics, and uhm, make them, uhm, tell us secrets about how they’ve been bad or something!”
“You suck!” One of the assault marines said.
“Hey, who said that? Okay look, guys… Speeches aren’t really my thing. I’m not an interrogator chaplain, you know.” Balthazar said.
“Sir, can we go back in the miniature case now?” Sergeant Absalom said.
“No we can’t go back in the case, sergeant! We’re assaulting this turn!” Balthazar groaned. “Come on guys… I pulled a lot of strings to make this happen. I had a long talk with Chapter Master Azrael, and I really want to make this whole green marine thing work. There’s more to being a Dark Angel than being a black biker or a white terminator. We’ve got a lot going on.”
A ravenwing black knight pulled up on his motorcycle and took off his cool aviator sunglasses to talk to Captain Balthazar. “Hey Bal, we got new orders from Sam, going to the other flank. You and the jolly green giants here gonna be able to hold down this sector?”
“Of course we are! And I didn’t hear any updates from Master Sammael, where are you guys going?” Balthazar asked.
“Man, you didn’t hear? Emergency hit-and-run mission, man. There’s some smokin hot dark eldar wyches on the other side of the board and we’re going to pick them up. They’re like normal eldar chicks, but suicide girls. Man… They are into some weird shit. It’s gonna get crazy. Anyway, catch you later man, we’re having Mongolian barbecue with the White Scars battle bros tonight if you’re down.”
Captain Balthazar turned to his men. “Do you see that? That could have been me. All I had to do was buy a bike instead of a jump pack, and I could have been cool like him. What does that tell you, brothers?”
“That you’re a dork and you won’t get laid?” One of the assault marines asked.
“NO! It tells you that I believe in the green marine dream, and we can make this work, Emperor dammit brothers, there are assault marines in the Dark Angel codex, and I’m going to use them!” Balthazar said.
“This sucks. I wanna go back to the 9th company and shoot a plasma cannon. That looked cool.” One of the marines mumbled.
“Everyone loves the plasma cannon until they roll the one.” Balthazar grumbled under his breath.
“Sir, the Deathwing just teleported in. Belial and the boys brought 2 cyclone missile launchers and they’re twin linked this turn. Everything’s pretty much dead. Can we go home now?” Sergeant Absalom asked.
“No sergeant, we can’t. We have to go purge the xenos or the heretics or whatever. Now come on, you’ve all got chainswords, chainswords are cool. Let’s go do those cool chainsword kills like in Dawn of War and stuff! Assault marines, attack!”
Captain Balthazar fired his jump jet, and his squad followed him into the sky on wings of fire. Moments later, they were rolling around on the ground, trying desperately to put out the flames.
“Why did we wear these flammable robes!?” Sergeant Absalom asked, his hair scorched off his head, making him another quintessential bald space marine.
“Shut up! It looked cool!” Balthazar yelled.
Suddenly, a rhino full of sororitas drove past, and they all peeked out of the top hatch and laughed at the Dark Angels.
“Screw this. I’m going traitor.” Balthazar groaned.
A warp talon sliced a hole in reality next to Balthazar, and poked his head out. “You really don’t want that.”