Greetings, Guardsmen!
Upon receipt of a long-outstanding requisition request for reading material to enlighten, empower, and inform, the Regimental Standard has today issued a second pamphlet on new developments in military technology. God-Emperor willing, these cutting-edge armaments should arrive at the front by the time your successors are old enough to operate them.
The trusty Sentinel is a redoubtable piece of equipment, gracing battlefields across the galaxy for many thousands of years. It is well-known that leg length is directly proportional to combat effectiveness – just look to the mighty God-Engines of the Adeptus Titanicus for proof – and these ambulatory armaments elevate a humble Guardsman above even the Angels of Death.
As any Guardsman should already be aware, the Sentinel has two variations – the front-line Armoured Sentinel, its blessed carapace nigh-impervious to harm, and the rapid-reconnaissance Scout Sentinel, which needs no protection save that which is provided by the Emperor’s grace.
Evidenced by countless rejected proposals to reform the Administratum’s bureaucratic procedures, perfection cannot be improved upon. Nevertheless, the Emperor has seen fit to provide engineering refinements to the most noble and valued biped in the Astra Militarum.
Observe, with proper reverence, the amply proportioned legs. Behold the sleek new angles of the cockpit, and admire the scything teeth of the mounted chain weapon. In response to this generosity of combat capability, amends have also been made within – unnecessary seat padding has been pared back, and the cup holder has been excised. You may now find comfort solely in your duty.
Remember! Despite these design revisions, the function of each configuration remains the same. If you can draw 180 degrees of uninterrupted vision from your seating position, you have been designated a Scout Sentinel pilot. Should your line of sight be blocked by extra armour plating, you have been selected to operate an Armoured Sentinel.
Do not let the novelty of elevation – nor the intoxicating new Sentinel smell – distract you from your duty to the Imperium. No shallow trench or low-built barricade can now halt your advance – simply stride into the fray while firing with abandon on the Emperor’s enemies.
Regimental specialists with the appropriate operation licences may requisition a new Sentinel – the administration office is accepting orders in four Solar cycles.
Do not rest those eyes, Guardsman – submit your details for our regular communique to receive all future mandatory reading material issued by the scribes of the Imperium. May the light of the Emperor illuminate your trenches enough to peruse tomorrow’s instalment.
Thought for the day: “Admire the machine, for you too were made to serve His will.”