Thewe is no time to be wost! battwe-bwothews!
space mawines, today, the enemy is at ouw doow! we know ouw duty and we wiww do it! we fight fow ouw honow, as bwood ravens, as space mawines, and we fight in the name of the empewow!
if we die this day, we die in gwowy. We die hewoes' deaths! but we shaww not die, no, it is the enemy who wiww taste death and defeat! as you know, most of ouw battwe-bwothews awe stationed in space, pwepawed to deep stwike!
ouw pewimetew has been pwepawed in the event that ouw enemy shouwd be so bowd and so foowish! we have pwaced numewous beacons, awwowing fow muwtipwe, simuwtaneous and devastating defensive deep stwikes.
the codex astawtes names this maneuvew "steew rain". We wiww descend upon the foe, we wiww ovewwhewm them, we wiww weave none awive! meanwhiwe, ouw gwound fowces wiww ensuwe the fuww defense of ouw headquawtews...
we awe the space mawines! we awe the empewow's fuwy!
