A short story in the warhammer setting, featuring the Akropolis Knights: feel free to provide feedback or field questions down below! Thanks for reading!
Remembering Akropolis
Diogenes dipped his eyes towards the floor, the brother chaplains' sermons resonated through his voice as his eyes wandered. A space marine, being a pinnacle of scientific sculpting and rigorous training, has a mind as marvelous as the many other implants gifted to them; however this does not stop ones thoughts from wandering. This was why, yet again, the ecclesiarchs' scowl could be felt burning its' way into his back. The silence, while not abrupt was still startling and as loud as ever.
"Diogenes. Do you know about the fall of Akropolis?" came the accusing tone of his chaplain.
"I do." He responded meekly. He was as familiar with the story as he was with his chaplains brutish strength and would not provoke his discipline.
"Then, you do know WHY we remember?" Midas asked.
Diogenes lowered his vision further. Their chapter, while bearing many ill fortunes, possess a memory like a great tome. To merely forget is unknown to them. Midas paced to the lectern at the front of the room again and turned to address the few who were kneeling before him, Diogenes among them.
"We remember Akropolis, because chaos does not slumber. We remember because the Emperor does not forgive surrendering to our humanity. We remember because it was our world, the Emperors world, and in our pride we tempted the ruinous powers to take it from us. That is a lesson we can not afford to forget, brothers."
Midas heaved a deep sigh and cast his golden eyes around the room before speaking again in a softer tone. "Go about your duties brothers. Reflect on what you have remembered today."