Editing Galactic Partridges (section)

===The Pacification of the Greenskin===
Max's lasgun was hot to the touch as he worked the trigger. The Orks had been fighting a tough battle, but hadn't come prepared to face two very pissed off Leman Russ crews.

They were winning this fight. For the first time in his career, Max could taste victory.

"Forward to vi...". But the Commissar is cut off by a steam of plasma fire flying past his head.

"ALL GLORY BELONGS TO THE PARTRIDGES!" The marines yell as they scream by overhead, plumes of smoke and fire pouring from their jump packs.

The remaining ten or so Orks are quickly cut down by a flurry of chainswords and plasma fire.

The guardsman watch, speechless, as the gold trimmed space marines plant a flag honoring their own epic battle against the Orks in their effort to save a fleeing guard force.

"What in the name of the Emprah do you think you are doing?". Max's Commissar yells.

"No need to thank me, good guardsman, we serve to protect.". The Galactic Partridge sergeant says dutifully before sticking a purity seal flaunting the glory of the Partridges to the Commissar's astounded face.