Mifune Toshiro walked slowly towards the podium, luminous lights beaming down upon him from above. As he approached the stand, he turned his eyes towards the assembled mass of space marines before him. They wore armour of finest Prussian blue and Payne's grey, with brilliant golden highlights. Upon their pauldrons they wore the emblem of their noble brotherhood, a rising sun of crimson red, a skull upon its face. Toshiro knew that, including himself, there stood a thousand battle-brothers in the vast auditorium; a thousand angels of death and destruction. Finally, he reached the podium. Slowly, he rubbed his gauntlet-covered hands upon its surface and, for just a few seconds, he thought of his predecessors,; his fellow chapter masters from millennia long past.
“Brothers... Sons of the Great Khan, proud harbingers of the Emperor's wrath and dear brothers in arms; soon we face perhaps the greatest thread our prestigious chapter has faced since its founding eight millennia ago.
“On that distant day eight millennia ago, our illustrious parent-chapter, the White Scars, gave birth to our chapter. While our brother-chapter from that same founding was lead astray by the heretical whims of the Tyrant, we proudly fought and died following the ways of our Great Khan.
“A billion xenos have fallen to our blades, bolters and bikes; a billion more shall soon follow!”