Roberte Guillimard, Mistress of Ultramar

Tasked with the impossible, the faithful daughter and instrument of the Emperor leads a new crusade into a new millennium, as Imperial Regent.

Your homeworld, once teeming with life, has now been reduced to scorched wastelands and crumbling structures. Swarms of ravenous Hive Tyrants relentlessly sweep across the landscape, devouring everything in their path.

suddenly in the sky, stars seem to be falling... No, drop pods! Upon impact, bolter fire and further explosions can be heard; the wail of the wretched beasts pierces your ears as larger than life Primaris Ultramarines cut a path through them to your fortified positions

you breathe normally for the first time in days, your scarred and cracked armor almost giving way from your newfound vigor

you gaze at the approaching figure from the smoke. At the head of the Primaris, it is resplendent in Artificer Armour, a metallic halo at its back, illuminating the way: a beacon of hope amidst the devastation. By all the saints...

you salute, unsure of who this holy-looking person might be M-my lady... It... it is an honor.

At ease. Your service is what brings honor. What is your assessment of the situation?

T-the fortified settlements are all that is left. We... we suffered heavy losses, but your arrival gives us hope.

Your sacrifices will not be forgotten. We will rebuild this world, and many others. The Imperium will endure.

you weep and tears well up in all the other soldiers' eyes; you've never lost faith; not truly; not to the last I prayed the Emperor would not abandon us.