Shipped to a backwater planet a million miles from home, flying through the sky in an oversized metal cannister with dozens of other guardsmen in a wing formation thousands thick. It's easy to feel small. All of that's less daunting than what sits at the other end of the dropship, however. His angels. Astartes. Warrior-sisters of an ancient order. Demi-gods to you, and a site to behold, as terrifying as they are legendarily beautiful. Amazons amongst amazons, and towering pillars of might you have an honour to fight alongside. You're staring, perhaps more than you should, at the red power armour, and those angry helmets hiding their faces, when something slams against the ship's hull. The flight goes lopsided, the craft shudders, and alarms blare. Another impact, an explosion, and black smoke fills the drop-bay. The world begins to spin, and you feel the ship falling towards the Earth as panic sets in. You brace for impact, and everything goes dark.