When we were created during the times of troubles, they called us the Doomed Sons of the Emperor. And when the Warp Storms came, we became the Orphan Sons of the Emperor. We were separated from our Emperor and the Imperium. We stood alone, one lone chapter to defend six systems filled with the loyal subects of the Emperor. We knew there would be no aid, no relief from our struggles. We were assailed by the horrors of Chaos and the wild and savage Orks. We had only ourselves and our faith in the Emperor and our honour as members of the Adeptus Astartes to shield us. We have fought for centuries alone, ever standing fast against all odds, for we knew the Emperor's love was with us, and we wore it as armour against our foes. We are the sons of the Emperor, and we are the sword in his hand, ever ready to strike against his foes and against the foes of Mankind.