It was some time later, but eventually the guardsmen regiments were stationed aptly at the crossroad square. For now, all that stood between them and open ground was a crudely constructed line of deployable aegis defence gates. The tarantulas were not deployed yet. They would enter the fray via deepstrike, in keeping with the Elysian's familiar element of surprise tactics, the surprise being a firmly meted out serving of Elysian flavoured death from above. Aerin was confident the plan would work. That was a lot of las gun fire, even for the members of the fallen astartes legion. And, with the Adeptus sororitas on their side, they could at least hold the position... Couldn't they?<br/><br/>It was creeping doubts like that that had plagued Aerin for a long time. She'd always been a firm believer in the greater good for humanity, and the emperor. But, as of late, Aerin had witnessed things that had shattered her perceptions of her beloved imperium. Countless squadmates died before her, whole guardsmen regiments thrown at something their commissar had known they couldn't fight... 'For the glory of the emperor'. But, she did not let these doubts deter her as the familiar crackle of her vox caster flared up, and all across their defensive fronts the incessant thrumming of her Valkyrie in flight could be heard. Countless guardsmen waited, the static of their radios piercing unkempt ranks. Then, a voice, her voice, spoke out through the din of the old worn out aircraft, and all went silent on the guardsmen fronts.<br/><br/>"my brothers, and my sisters of the imperium, tonight we face a foe that made us what we are. Tonight, our brothers and sisters of ages past will be at our throats, wreaking vengeance on us for a crime they committed. Tonight, we shall see our treacherous siblings on the fields of battle, and they will slander our names and tarnish the majesty of our towering, mighty emperor, and all he has strived to accomplish. Men of the imperium. This is not the time for hatred. Nor is this the time for cowardice, before a mighty foe, or doubt, of our mighty empire. This, is a time for our retribution, for us to do what we must do to keep our empire great, and our imperium worthy of the emperor. This is a time to ensure that our foe meets justice at the end of our blades, rifles and bolters. This is the time for unwavering victory and resolve before our protector. My people. This is the time, the hour, for us to raise our guns, and unleash a hellstorm upon our enemies, that they may hear the roar, and see the light, of our emperor's glory!"<br/><br/>As Aerin finished a speech that surprised even her, a deafening roar of cheering blotted out all other signs of activity across the open vox channel. All that could be heard was the thunderous cheering and chanting in the emperor's name, and all doubtful thoughts were pushed from Aerin's mind... For the moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>