++I don't know the name of this world. It died decades before my world even knew of the Imperium. Like a million before it and a million after it, it breathed it's last breath in defiance. We found a records hall shortly after we arrived, it told of how the giants from the stars had come, great crimson warriors with tales of humans beyond the stars. The world was what we would refer to as "post industrial" simple aerocraft, slug throwing weapons not even a satalite system. They were made the same offer that all human worlds given. Join us, give up your Gods and embrace the Emperor, or die.
They had apparently put up a valient resistance for such a primitive world but like every world before them it hadn't been enough. The last issue of the news paper was spotted with grime its paper fragile and weak. It made somber reports of their deployment of crude atomics against the invaders.
Savir looked around the ruins of the hall his squad stood in, he knew better than to get into an atomic pissing match with the 9th. Plant life had reclamed the city, creepers winding their way over redbrick walls hiding faint remenents of adverts for long lost produce.
What irony that they would hide here in the tomb world of a fallen people who's only crime is they wouldn't give up their faith to their God.
"Safir, the albino has reported another patrol has entered our sector we must move!" he droped the ragged paper and rejoined his men, the few troopers of the 12th who had managed to track them down were easy prey, he could hear their panting breath even now. ++
Edited by sarabando, 04 October 2021 - 08:28 PM.