"In the ruthless universe of the far future there is only war."
That is something that Kanan Scott knew very well. After two hundred years or more, as he never counted, he thought that his death would give him the opportunity for eternal rest in the...
Woman 1: - Can you believe it? He didn't cry washing Titanic. -
Woman 2: - Don't men have feelings? -
Man voice: - "(...) and as I was knocked down. I heard my brothers fighting to rescue me, realizing that this was the first time in centuries that I had heard something with my own ears. I feel the breeze of this dead world touching my skin in the darkness of the sarcophagus. Images come to my head of a life if I hadn't joined my chapter and memories... memories of my childhood in those fields of a feudal world... Forgive me, Emperor, for this thought..."
In a dark room of an imperial ship, a great warrior listened with regret to the recording that had been recovered of the last moments of the one he once called his battle brother.
The place was dark, barely lit by dim candles that seemed out of place for the forty-second century itself. A cold clung to the bones and ceramite plates of the black staw armor. And after a last, heavy sigh, the great warrior dedicated his final goodbye to the fallen man.
Werhner: - You can rest in peace, brother Haragón. I know that the Emperor will forgive you and value your many years of service. As much as I do. I hope the light of the sacred god Emperor guides your path. -
That disastrous war on the world of Atem III was a tragic event for humanity. Millions of souls were lost. Great heroes fell in pursuit of victory before the brutal green tide. But still... new lanterns of light still seemed to guide the path of this dying humanity.
The marshal's moment of peace was interrupted when he felt the footsteps approaching. In the deathly silence the military boots sounded louder than ever. The corroded boots of new and tattered heroes who would take up their weapons for the empire.
Werhner: - Colonel... Commissioner... -
The imposing marine turned around, looking at the two men who had earned his respect on those fateful days. Before his eyes were those who fought a bloody battle, and who after the fall of Chaplain Heldredd took control of the entire battlefield. Now... lauded by the Imperial records themselves as the heroes of Atem III's empire, both stood once again before duty.
Tairon showed no change in his Krieg guard attire, but many knew of what happened on the baleful plains of the northern battlefield, where the capture of the Ork titan took all forces by surprise. But with a lot of effort and strategy, he managed to defeat him, although victory would claim his right foot as a trophy. Now, if you were especially perceptive, you could hear the grinding of his metal knees every time he took a step.
Harrus was a little luckier, and Atem only claimed part of his face. To be more specific... his chin.
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