Short story about the Imperial Fist legion and their Primarch Rogal Dorn.

Story is rather short and centered around the skirmish Imperial Fist's find themselves in after entering the space of one of the isolated humanity enclaves in deep space.

There is very little room for doubt on who will prevail but story does raise some questions on actions of the Imperial forces - is the all-or-nothing approach against the isolated humanity the proper approach to things? Does not it mark the mighty legions only as tools of utter destruction and not like builders of unity (as they see themselves)? Is the almost automatic loyalty and obedience of legions to their Primarch leaders safety switch or something that is result of years of serving with their leaders? Is this devotion more result of religious-like fervor than camaraderie in arms?

Interesting short story that shows that legionnaires are not just automated killing machines. ( )