The Mordian Iron Guard is about discipline, courage, and bravery, unwavering even in the face of certain death, or eldritch horrors which would make any lesser trooper flee. Every trooper is issued a uniform lined with the standard flakweave and backed with carapace armor. They are expected to form their lines promptly and rapidly, even in enemy fire, and then return it in their ranks.

If your squad is cut down around you, you are expected to keep firing. If the tank beside you is destroyed by a Krak missile, continue firing. Even as autogun rounds flatten on your uniform, you are expected to continue shooting your weapon, reloading when necessary.

And at the end of it all, with your unit dead, and no support in five klicks, you are expected to hold discipline. Crying is for later, in private. For now, discipline enfolds you, as you live to the name of the Iron Guard. Gather lasgun packs, start a small fire, and recharge them. Rinse, repeat. Check your lasgun, clean and anoint. Replace carapace, and salvage what you may. bind your wounds, and eat a ration. Drink some water. Snap a new charge pack into your lasgun.



You'll need it.