Entry A – 
The Dark Angels Sergeant piled out of the Fire Raptor with his squad before the ramp had touched the ground. That none of the enemy had met them and tried to down the aircraft when it was vulnerable was unusual, but no matter. He would take the fight to them. The Night Lords were fools. Traitors. He would burn them out of their holes. He would show them the error of their ways. He would offer them no quarter, no mercy, no f-
The Dark Angels Sergeant was on his back, staring up into the void. He was dying. His helmet was gone, knocked off by the single clubbing blow that had left his throat a rattling ruin. Darkness surrounded his vision. A pallid, scarred face appeared in front of him, clad in armour the colour of midnight. As the last ragged breath slipped from his mouth this face bent low to his ear and whispered
“… We have come for you”
Entry B:
Heretic Deb! 