Warhammer: Salute to the Void Lord!

To be smilingly granted the Scepter of Command over the Imperial Armed Forces by the Imperial Regent, Guilliman. To have Lion El'Jonson pat him on the shoulder and say, "I'm leaving the front line to you; I'm going to go chop some people." To be looked after by the Emperor of the Second Empire, *Bang! * Holy Lesto, who took care of those unlucky yellow-armored brats of his house. To be treated as the favorite bedtime story by the God-Emperor and the four Chaos Gods themselves. Alright, things have come to this. Adjutant, sound the combat alarm! Hellblasters, commence orbital drop strikes immediately! Lord Solar's Guard, launch a boarding action on the rebel flagship! Today, only one of Abaddon and me will leave this void alive! All of this begins from that day at the end of the dark and boundless 41st Millennium...