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Wrote this in honor of my new IG regiment, the first painted mini is my display pic.

"Cold today" came the whisper from the fox hole, the words carried on the vapour of the troopers breath. The winter was long and bitter on Idraes IV.
"18 Terran months since the snow started" came the reply, nobody could quite pinpoint where on the line the disconnected words came from,though they all knew immediately the man to utter them was the Commissar.
Commissar Levan Adrexis, Veteran of a full century of warfare across the stars. If the rumours were true he had killed more of his own men than enemy although it was whispered Levan himself had started these stories himself.
"Sir" a tired voice asked, "May I speak freely for a moment"
"Of course private" came the reply from the Commisar, although even the fleet officers in orbit above must have heard the clip come undone on his holster.
"The Emperor tells us to come out to this planet in the snow, to flush out these vile aliens and to bring his light back to the people what live here"
"Yes" replied Levan
"Well we do our duty in the Emperors name, he protects us all and if we die here it is good as we died for the Imperium?"
"Of course" came the immediate response from the Commisar "The Emperor Protects" uttering this mantra with as much conviction as the very first time he had said it in the halls of the Schola Progenium
"And our officers know about this right, sir?"
"The certainly do private, our officers themselves fight on the frontline with us"
"Well if the officers know about this, and they fight on the frontline with us, can't they get the forge to paint our armour a colour other than red'
Immediately a wave of quiet laughter passed over the foxholes and had barely begun to fade when a whistle began to peel out over the snow covered field
Levan Adrexis lept to his feet, bolt pistol in hand and raised his ancient sword to point towards the enemy position, he glanced down to a shallow hole just a few metres from his, "Private, if we survive this I shall shoot you myself for questioning the wisdom of our fine leaders, but for now we need every man we have" quickly wiping the ice from his bionic left eye and checking the magazine in his pistol he looked forward and puffed out his chest "For Arestes, for the 112th and for the Emperor, CHARGE!!"

I like your writing style, it really pulls in a person and I can easily visualize the scene as it unfolds. I chuckled at the private's question and enjoyed it more when I saw the color scheme in your avatar.

My fluff idea for my IG force is that they are the remnant of the well trained IG at garrisoned on my Marine Chapters home world. They survived it's destruction and the destruction of most of my Chapter and now fight exclusively with my Marines remnant chasing revenge against those who destroyed their home.

Hence why all my guard are Vets, not the best army list style for power gamers but I like the idea they have been trained and equipped by my chapter to plug a bit of the gap the loss of 750 marines left..

I'll write a long backstory one day when I have time!