The Emperor’s representative, a plump bald man of Iridion 5 was sweating profusely when Timothy informed him that he would be travelling to his planet and joining the fight against the imminent invasion on a video call.
He would be taking an advance rapid shuttle that would arrive a few orbits before the hive ship. The Representative clearly had no military experience and was only too happy to hand over command of the planet’s defence forces as well as to start production on his battle wheelchair for his arrival. The chair would have all his requested modifications.
“Thank you Timothy on behalf of the Emperor and the people of this world.”
Just a few hours later, he prepared to board the advance the shuttle and looked at those around him. They looked despondent, even the three soldiers who had been by his side at the previous battle. Their eyes looking at the ground, somewhat slouched. Timothy felt something in his gut.
“For the Emperor.”
There remained a stony silence.
“An alien species is devouring our world, slaughtering our people. But we will not go silently, we will not retreat one inch. We will not be food. We are the destroyers of worlds and it is our Emperor who is the God.”
Roars of defiance came as he was pushed into the shuttle.
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