Post by Roland Muleto on Mar 30, 2009 9:56:28 GMT
Roland entered the deserted chapel. The drop was now two hours ahead, most of his brothers were checking their gear a last time or already putting their armor for a little session of real condition combat simulation. Even chaplain Perphius was busy blessing the attributes of his charge.
For him, the last prayer before a drop had always been more than a tradition, a necessity. In a few hours he may be dead, not the most probable outcome, but a possibility, and no possibility was to be dismissed too lightly. It was time for him to make one with the God-Emperor of Terra, to open his corruptible soul to His. He confessed his sins (not many) and his failures : his accuracy rate in the firing range was disastrous this week too, his piety wasn't half of what He deserved...
Having made peace with his mind, he prayed for His guidance on the battlefield. Should His strength and His wisdom be granted to His humble servitors, victory would be theirs...
For him, the last prayer before a drop had always been more than a tradition, a necessity. In a few hours he may be dead, not the most probable outcome, but a possibility, and no possibility was to be dismissed too lightly. It was time for him to make one with the God-Emperor of Terra, to open his corruptible soul to His. He confessed his sins (not many) and his failures : his accuracy rate in the firing range was disastrous this week too, his piety wasn't half of what He deserved...
Having made peace with his mind, he prayed for His guidance on the battlefield. Should His strength and His wisdom be granted to His humble servitors, victory would be theirs...
