“Tell me of your battles with the Tyranids Timothy. I want to hear it from you.”
Timothy who was already feeling the effects after he downed a second shot replied, “Even from the first defeat.”
“Oh yes, it was the Emperor’s will that you would survive that battle. Tell me everything.”
Timothy then regaled the Emperor with the tales of battle, how he cheated death and discovered their weakness. The General was an avid listener, silently taking in every word he ushered. His mouth was ajar as Timothy came close to death.
“Thanks, Timothy, you’ve confirmed what I had already thought.”
“Where are they from?” Timothy asked unsure if he was over-stepping?”
“Only the Emperor knows. It is speculated that it’s outside this galaxy but why now..”
The General shook his head from side to side.
The conversation then shifted to other lighter topics. The General had been born into a military family on Sirius XXIII. A wild world with dense rainforest and mountain ranges, its human population is very small; an ideal training ground for a young boy. There were countless trees for him to climb and brothers to fight. Then as an adolescent, he was taught all about the Emperor and his mission for humanity.
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