DarthSithari

In my long and, admittedly, ignominious career in the loyal service of the Imperium, I feel it fair to state that I’ve confronted every trial that can be confronted by a citizen of His Majesty. Demons, Warp Spawn, Necrons, Eldar, both tainted and free of corruption, Tau, Chaos cultists, Orks, and of course Tyranids. In every circumstance, I found myself confronted by death and worse, yet always somehow able to wriggle my way out of trouble and destruction thanks in no small part to my natural gift at survival, manipulation, and a certain degree of luck. It was bound to happen that, at some point in my life, I’d be forced to confront a challenge I simply couldn’t wiggle out of. Of course, this challenge did present itself upon me in the most unexpected of ways. And, as fate would have it, (and Emperor knows, I should have expected) it was a trial I ended up bringing upon myself. I was in my final few years of service with the 597th Vallhallan Regiment. We had recently been stationed