Guardsman cain was like any other imperial guardsman, he spent 4 months in training, spent 2 months in transit, and had a battlefield life expectency of 15 hours.

that was at least, before the invasion of the segmentum solar by reality bending killer machines that had it out for humanity.

now then, what do you do when you fight an enemy who is impervious to practicaly every firearm a guardsman has?

the answer is simple really.

you run like hell..

Cain ran as fast as he could, zipping through alley ways and through destroyed buildings, not once stoppng for fear of being turned to minced meat by a plasma caster. the guardsman was not a cowardly man by nature, oh no, he was anything but a coward, but when you see a space marine get cleaved in half by a machine with a glowing red eyes, you would have half a mind to drop you gear and run screaming to safety.

cain honestly wasn't surprised to see that others had the same idea as him, running in any direction that didn't have a big coppery death machine waiting to vaporise them.

he could even see his regiments commisar running as well, what was his name? ciaphas cain?

no matter, the guardsman couldn't stop running, for to stop would be to invite death, and cain had no intention of dying, thank you very much.

as he ran, he thought of how this invasion had begun.

it was a routine situation really. orks had decided to throw a great big "we'ze gunna kill you now" party on a hive world called carnivon.

this wasn't the first time he had fought against the greenskins before, he even had a cybernetic arm courtesy of some nob who thought that his real arm would make a good club...that turned out to be a very very long day.

any way, back to the story.

so, orks invade carnivon, orks smash a lot of things...and people. guard arrives, orks smash the guard, guard smashes the orks. then reality bending killer machines smash them both after dropping out of the sky from litterally nowhere.

now then, it should be noted that getting lost in your thoughts when running away from something that wants to reduce you to the molecular level is a recipe for disaster and could only lead to trouble.

cain ran head first into something hard and very very angry.

with trepidation he looked up into the glowing red eye of something spawned out of a techpriests nightmare.

15 feet of coppery brass and white liquid looked down on the hapless human. a red optic glowing with baleful light staring at the guardsman.

a gaint cannon was in the place of the machines left arm, which by the way was currently pointed at cains face.

as the cannon charged up, cain wondered if the emperor was laughing at him right now. he certainly seemed to have a wicked sense of humor.

the world went black.