Severus: Chaos breaks men's souls. Chaos brings the pestilence of daemons. Every time we march from our beloved fortress home on Macragge, we march to face down Chaos, and banish it. Do you think you are ready to do that, Proteus?

Proteus: Yes Captain, I do.
Pythol: It isn't combat I resent, Brother. It's the thirst for glory that gets men cut to ribbons.
Pythol: Death will find you soon enough.
Daemon Prince: One minute, Proteus, and your death will have no purpose.

Proteus: *Everything* has a purpose. The Emperor ordains it so. You may corrupt the souls of men. But I...

[strikes with the war hammer]

Proteus: Am *steel*!

[strikes again]

Proteus: I am *doom*!

[strikes again]

Proteus: I march for Macragge!

[shouts]

Proteus: AND I KNOW NO FEAR!

[kills the demon]
[repeated lines]

Severus: We march for Macragge!

Ultima Squad: And we shall know no fear!
Carnak: BURN, HERETICS!
Proteus: First blood will be mine.

Hypax: In your dreams.

Crastor: If I get there first, there'll be no blood left for you two to spill.

Verenor: *If* you get there first.

Pythol: Still so eager to be heroes?

Proteus: Someone has to be, Apothecary. I heard you turned the job down.
Servitor: Sergeant Crastor, look to your battle gear, and it will protect you.

Crastor: We guard it with our lives.

Servitor: As your armor guards your life.

Crastor: As it has my fallen brethren.

Servitor: Honor the craft of death.

Crastor: We serve only the Emperor.

Servitor: Honor the battle gear of the dead.

Crastor: We ask only to serve.
[first lines]

Space Marine: Brother Nidon, report to the Chapel! Guard the Codex!

Nidon: I must protect the relic! In the Emperor's holy name! I must protect the relic...
Carnak: [v.o] It is the 41st Millenium. In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war. The Emperor of Mankind wages a constant battle to protect humanity from the horrors of space. On the fringes of the Imperium, alien races lurk and plot, and chaos demons leak into our reality from the torment of the warp. All that stands in their way are the mighty Space Marines. They are more than mortal. They are steel, and they are doom. They are the champions of mankind. And the greatest of them all... are the Ultramarines.
[before battle]

Proteus: The Emperor protects...

Pythol: And having a loaded bolter never hurt, either.
[last lines]

Proteus: Close in. No more drills, no more practice. You are all about to receive the honour of going into combat for the first time, as Ultramarines. Brother Verenor?

Verenor: Brother Proteus.

[withdraws the war hammer]

Verenor: You shall make your battle pledges upon this sacred war hammer. This hallowed weapon has fought in the hands of our greatest veterans. It has slain alien beasts and demons alike. One day, you may be worthy enough to wield it. Until then, you may kneel before it.

Proteus: [raises the hammer] We march for Macragge!

Ultramarines: And we shall know no fear!