It's Raining Men/Quotes

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Consider the Orbital Drop Assault. Its fury is a thing of hallowed legend writ across the histories of a hundred thousand worlds, the impact alone is more destructive then any artillery barrage, but it is nothing compared to the payload of Space Marines. Eldar hosts have fled, Ork hordes slaughtered, Rebel armies broken, and yet none have ever attempted it themselves, Xeno or Man. It is too strenuous, too uncertain, too insane a method of deployment for any save the Adeptus Astartes. Fitting, for as our enemies know to their woe, the Angels of Death come on Wings of Fire.
The Imperial Guard came to Gereon, grav chuting by the thousands. They didn’t wait for daybreak. They didn’t wait for clement weather, or a favourable turn in the tides. They didn’t wait because they were greater than the weather and more powerful than the tides. They were brighter than the daybreak.

Major Silva: Most of the crew - not to mention your fellow jarheads - will be leaving the ship in lifeboats. They'll ride to the surface in air-conditioned comfort, sipping wine, and nibbling on appetizers. Not you, however. Oh no, you're going to leave the Pillar of Autumn by a different method. Tell me, boys and girls... How will you leave?

Orbital Drop Shock Troopers: WE GO FEET FIRST SIR!
Halo: The Flood
Feet first into hell.
—The ODST Badass Creed, Halo
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