Editing Sleepy Marines (section)

== Account recovered from the ruins of Stronghold Titan II, Courova XVI, author unknown ==

Of the far reaches of space blessed by the Emperor, cursed was that of Courova XVI. Stationed by the will of the Imperium there with my fellow guardsmen, a grim and dark battle raged incessantly between the chaos cultists that had infested the planet and our brave platoons. Despite our best efforts, the cultists had successfully managed to successfully appease the warp enough to call forth a unit of Berzerkers. Lined along the trenches encircling our stronghold, the vile hellspawn readied their forces for a decisive charge, one that, given our faith in His will, we did not expect to survive. At first glance I thought my eyes had deceived me, but this was clearly not the case. Lumbering slowly across the land between the two forces came a small number of what appeared to be heavily armored bedframes.. Given, that if one were to call them beds, they would have to note the strangely adorned sheets and pillows covering them, each themed to match with its rider. Taken aback by the encroachment of this strange new force, the [[Chaos]] cultists hesitated, waiting for them to make the first move. As the caravan of transports lumbered slowly along, we realized that these were not those of battle, and as both sides looked on in puzzlement, the group ascended the hill and was gone.

None survived the ensuing onslaught, I write this now with the last of my strength, my life for the Empero*illegible*