After the carnage, Shiro sat down with the parts of his squad, as they crawled back and sewed each other back together again. The corporeal from before came up to him.
"Well, that was fun... lets do it again some time."
"Well, this isn't over yet, corporeal. We still gotta keep moving. See if there are any survivors."
The radio man, who had sewed himself back up shouted to Shiro.
"Captain! We got reading of necrons and other enemies of the empire incoming!"
"Well it seems we have our work cut out for us. Lets see if any of these Traitor Guard are willing to help us..."
He went over to a body that had a chainsword cut through it, and pulled out a small vial. He poured the noxious green contents over the body, and the dead thing rose.
"They won't be much use for more than one command or two, not like you boys who died willingly, but they serve their purpose for the Emperor."
He took his sword and cut a symbol on the thing's head, to mark it as his own. The symbol glowed, and the corpse nodded.
"Lets bunker down people. We all back together."
The marines cheered.