"They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give themselves to me.” Kallius Antio recited the first sentence of the prelude to the Codex Astartes as he looked down at the Tactical Dreadnaught Armor he called his own. It was laid out perfectly, looking as if a man was in the armor on the metal table in front of Kallius. His battle brothers were each in a similar position, looking at their own suits of power armor. They had all just finished praying to the machine spirits and preparing their armor and weapons for the battle that was to come. What that battle was, Kallius did not know. But he knew that it did not matter, as long as they fought in the name of the Emperor and the Imperium. Kallius was busy remembering the many battles he had seen while wearing this armor, almost subconsciously reciting the words of the Codex and listening to his brothers.

“Like clay, I shall mould them, and in the furnace of war forge them. They will be of iron will and steely muscle.” Brother Nahom began the task of placing the sacred suit of terminator armor upon himself as he spoke the words of the Codex; Those precious words, written down by one of the greatest of the Primarchs of the Adeptus Astartes. He reveled in each word and contemplated its meaning as he armored himself for battle. The process was slow, but exhilarating. These pre-battle rituals brought a strange excitement to Nahom. Most people would say it was boring, but that was heresy. This is Heresy that Nahom never even thought of committing.

“In great armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them.” Laruo remembered the words of the Codex as if he had just memorized them but a few days prior. But he knew that in truth it had been centuries since he’d seen those holy words on parchment. He was eager to join the battle that undoubtedly wagged on the world below, but Laruo was also slightly anxious. What if today was the day he finally died? He knew that only in death service to the Emperor ended, but he wished with all his heart not to ever parish, so that he may serve the Emperor for all eternity. Laruo looked at the Terminator armor that he was placing upon his own body with the help of surrounding servitors. This armor would not allow him to die this day. No, he would live to serve the Emperor for many centuries to come.

They will have tactics, strategies, and machines such that no foe can best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Humanity”. Now it came for Brother Sergeant Kallius Antio to speak the sacred words of the Codex yet again. Pride swelled within his heart. But it was not an evil corrupt sort of pride, the kind of pride brought on by the whispers of chaos. It was a pride in the Emperor, in the Imperium of Man. Kallius and his fellow Adeptus Astartes were warriors of the Emperors, given the greatest weapons mankind had to offer, told to go out into the galaxy and destroy all those who stood against the Emperor. That was what Kallius’s pride was rooted in.
 
They are my Space Marines, and they shall know no fear." The three Space Marines now clad in Tactical Dreadnaught Armor now spoke the final line of the prelude in perfect unison. They had done this a thousand times before, and by the Emperor’s will they would do it a thousand more times together. A chill went down Kallius’s spine as he thought of those words and their meaning. He truly did not know fear, and for this he praised the Emperor. Kallius could not remember what it was like to be human, but he knew that fear was dangerous. Fear was a weapon of Chaos. But he was immune to that devastating weapon, and could turn that same weapon upon the enemies of the Emperor. 

"Combat units, form in the main hangar." The voice of Techpriest Viqtor came through the vox casters within the armory that the Genesis Space Marines called out loudly. The sound was pure and crisp through Kallius’s armor’s filtered audio system. Kallius attached his power sword to his back, and silently left the armory and started down the hallways towards the hangar. He moved slowly, but his wide stride allowed for good time. His brothers had fallen in behind him with question. No words were necessary; he knew they had heard the Techpriest just as he had. The small team of terminators moved with purpose towards the hangar.

Once inside, they moved towards the gathered Imperial soldiers. There were guardsmen in formation, as well as a group of Black Templars and a team of Sisters of Battle. The three terminators, in their bright, shinning red armor, stopped a few paces away from everyone else. They stood silent, collecting information on all of the troops present and storing into their memories for later use. A scowl appeared on Kallius’s brow as he spotted the Guard sergeant with a cigar between his teeth. Did that man not know his body was a tool of the Emperor, not his to ruin with such things? Kallius stood forward, and decided to announce his team’s arrival; as if they hadn’t seen the Terminators enter. It was a good mannered gesture.”Genesis Chapter, First Company, squad Righteous Vengeance reporting.” Kallius said, his voice slightly modified by his armor’s vox system. He then stepped back, and returned to his squad.