SrgtDickhead

"My Armor is Contempt, My shield is Disgust, My Sword is Hatred. In the Emprah's name let none survive..."    The young Connor Farwell stood before the yellow giant, staring into the red lenses of his scowling helm. The two stood silent a moment before Connor broke the silence. "The fuck are you looking at?!" The Astartes was taken back, as was his battle brothers who'd returned with him, having heard the anguished cries of the now formless heretic who's remains were splattered against one of the few remaining walls of the ruined building, thrown by the Apothecary who now attended to his felled brother. The two traded obscenities whilst the

    The Astartes, the Emperor's angels of death. Born human and crafted into immortals. But the fact remains - they were born human and Sgt Dikhed McFukface is no exception. Before being found by the Angry Marines, Dikhed was as average as any other child born and raised on a Hive World. Connor, a boy of eight, lived in relative happiness with his mother and father. The terrors of the warp and the ever looming shadow of the xenos was of little concern to him, as with most of the denizens of Hive World Aultaris. Though they struggled his parents had what could pass for a solid marriage. Though as Connor entered his eighth year he began to noti