The Emperor is your God. You must suffer for his glory – The Emperor
Timothy was still sleeping when the boom of the speakers called all fighters to the ready hall. He had been practicing new combat maneuvers long into the allotted sleeping time and was now late getting up. Unusually, he could sense excitement in what was usually a drone like voice. Just a minute later his Da entered his quarters.
“There’s a lot of excitement out there. We need to get up fast.”
“What’s going on?”
“I don’t know son, but it’s big, really big.”
By the time he managed to get dressed and into the wheelchair, there were already roars of “Omega, Omega”.
He raced into the main hall. There was a euphoric atmosphere.
He reached his group, who looked more forlorn and serious than the rest.
“What is it?”
“We’re to battle Gargantuans on Level 1,” Caoimhne sobbed.
He felt his pulse race. Gargantuan were legendary creatures from a neighboring star system. They were huge and loved tearing humans to pieces. But was it fear or excitement that he was feeling, he was unsure. He also sensed an opportunity. The fight would be on Level 1 and the battle would be in the great Croak Stadium that could hold over a hundred thousand spectators. This could change all their lives forever. He just wondered if the others would be up to the task.
Then he roared out “Glory to the Omega”.
If nothing else, it would be a glorious death.
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