From the Start, I Have a Gloriana Battleship

Nata Caroleo, a messenger from beneath the Golden Throne. The Emperor’s personal guard: a Custodian! A storm from the Warp swept this legend beyond the galaxy, where he unleashed storm after storm in another, unfamiliar universe. The rabble shouted, “What kind of angel are you? Is the Emperor you speak of really telling you to slaughter your own people?!” The survivors looked at the strange cans of starch in their hands and wept quietly. “Praise the Emperor!!! The Emperor be praised!!!” An unidentified corpse in the factory: “…” Nata Caroleo gazed down at them, his expression utterly arrogant. “I... am the embodiment of the Emperor’s will! Every word I speak and every deed I do gives form to the Emperor’s divine truth. Tell me... will you obey?”