Be an imperial guardsman
Your world is currently being sieged by chaos
You’re trying to hold the line but the enemy keeps on coming and your lasgun’s running low on energy
Not like it’s helping much
Your friend of five years, Thomas, just tried to shoot at a chaos space marine with one
He got his chest annihilated by a bolt for his troubles
Still, you couldn’t complain too much
Your unit had been reinforced by multiple regiments that were in the sector and nearby systems
You even managed to snag a company of Kriegers
Even with all the help its still a tough battle
The shells just kept on falling and charge after charge of demons, cultists, and superhuman warriors has gradually worn your defenses down
Morale is low, despite your commissar’s best efforts, barking orders nonstop
You’re huddled in your trench when out he comes, bolt pistol in hand
One of your buddies doesn’t get up in time to stand at attention and gets blammed
He tells you more reinforcements are coming, so you’d better fight twice as hard until they arrive to relieve you
Yes sir
The comms officer suddenly comes running toward him, the vox equipment on his back rustling loudly
”Sir, got more information regarding the regiment reinforcing us!”
Your commissar looks pleased and asks what regiment it is
”The Minutemen from the world of Infinity, sir! He states proudly
Your commissar’s face is pale
The two Kriegers in your squad visibly shake
What in the emeperor’s name was with this unit to score your commissar and the Death Korps of Krirg?
Your question is soon answered as a Valkyrie swoops incredibly low
You don’t hear it at first but you soon pick up on an inhuman scream for the sky
A single guardsman falls from the sky on some sort of ancient non-jetbike
He wears an odd helmet, you could have sworn it was a clock
He’s yelling wildly while madly pedaling through the air
He lands hard before zooming across no man’s land, crushing a cultist before running over a chaos space marine in the process
A blast from an incoming shell knocks him off the bike
Undeterred, he charges a nearby lesser daemon of khorne
You watch as his cybernetic arm holds the demon’s head in place as he violently facefucks the bloodletter with a bayonet strapped onto his crotch
More guardsmen descend from the sky on bikes, crushing and running over all that approach them
They blast through wave after wave of daemons with some suped up lasguns
Soon enough the enemy is routed

You’ve been surrounded by these strange guardsman for a week now
They all have that funny clock helmet on at all times
They keep on bringing female techpriests into camp
You’ve never even heard of a female techpriest before
Your commissar has tried repeatedly to discipline them
Nothing works, not even the most menial and painful of tasks
It seems like they even enjoy it
He even tried to yell at the commander of the recently arrived regiment
He burst into his quarters only to find him fucking one of the more voluptuous techpriests
The commander just looked him in the face as he fucked her until her voice modulator fried before cumming inside
As soon as he pulled his cum covered ten inch cock out your commissar was out of there
He hasn’t tried anything since
The new arrivals keep on talking about a ‘Kroniissiah’
They hardly worship the emperor, and instead worship this other god
You find yourself drawn to this concept
It doesn’t help you’ve gotten a good look at some of those techpriests
For a woman who’s body was probably 75% machine they still had some nice curves
You start asking around how you can join this regiment, or even just convert
What was that god’s name again?
The Kroniissiah?