Diary Recovered from Damocles Gulf Campaign:
Emperor Preserve us. We were fighting the foul Tyranid swarms today. I've never seen such horror on the battlefield.
They ate our dead and wounded. For every soldier thy struck down, they were growing stronger, and we were becoming weaker. I was sitting in the trenches, holding my lasrifle closly, waiting for the next wave of foul beasts to descend upon us, muttering the littany of protection in hopes of gaining the Emperor's favor during his dark time.
The ground began to tremble, and I knew it was time. As I peered over the edge of the trench, I saw it. A huge behemoth. Surely, this was the Tyranid Carnifex.
It ran through our advancing ranks, scattering scores of guardsmen with ease, and shrugging of lasrifle blasts like droplets of water.
Then, I heard a strange sound. A musical, tinny tune from the skies. A caliope of sorts that reminded me of my childhood for some odd reason.
Then, in the sky, a flash appeared, followed by a dozen others. There was a great crash, and when the dust settled, I saw them.
The fabled Suavis Astartes.
They stepped out of their cone-shaped drop pods, and without a word produced a number of strange weapons I had never seen before.
Surely, the Emperor provides for his children!
They unleashed hell upon the Tyranid scourge that day, sending torrents of white goo into their ranks, causing them to slip and stumble, attempting to devour it.
Others launched globs of a thick, steaming deep brown substance at the carnifex, draping him in a tar like coat that held him firmly, while swarms of rippers attemped to devour it, becoming stuck themselves.
Thought for the day: The Emperor is true.