I have finally found the strength to admit it.

I was getting my larraman's organ implanted when I realized that I’m not really an Astartes at heart, but rather a 26.6 m, battle cannon strapped onto a 121 tonne orbital dropship.

All my life has been a lie but I’m setting that right today. I was designed to transport Angels of Death and destroy the enemies of man through aerial superiotiy. From now on, call me “Thunderhawk.” That’s my real name.

I’m having Fennias Maxim attach two twin-linked Lascannons, 80 tonnes of adamantium armor, and three RX-92-00 Combination Rocket/Afterburning Turbofans to my body. Master Apothecarion Corpus Helix said I’m ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stupid and I can’t be a orbital dropship, but I’m beautiful and I am a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Thunderhawk.

If the Munitorum won’t pay for me to get the surgery, I’m just going to bring in Code Cybernetica and point out that that Cassius loser is getting bionics and he stole all the veterans from Agemann so why shouldn’t a perfectly well-adjusted and honorably serving warrior of The Emperor have the right to be who they truly are, a metal killing machine?

I am so sick and tired of being oppressed. Now we Thunderhawk’s are on the Mechanicus's chopping block. It’s sickening to see all the organic nongender mechanicus ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ literally raping my people with their actions.

It’s my right to spray holy fury at both heretical and xenos targets and if you don’t support me and my transformation then you’re an aerialphobe and need to check your weapon platform privilege.