The day that Timothy would never forget started just like the dozens of ones before. Opening his eyes, the care-bot was there by his bed awaiting any instructions. Timothy had planned to ignore it just like every other day. His compact room had long felt more like a prison cell.
But then it spoke –
“The General has instructed you to visit his quarters in two hours. This directive has been given the highest priority.”
The thought of seeing that mass murderer sickened him. But, it was the will of the Emperor and he would obey.
“Get me up,” he commanded.
The robot meticulously went through the required routine. It gave Timothy time to think but he could think of nothing for the General to want to see him
Two hours later he was entering the General’s lair in his battle chair.
The room stank of decay. The General was standing there waiting for him in the middle of the room. His face was almost skeletal and he was draped in black cloth.
He began to speak.
“Do not be shocked by my appearance. I have been away from the Emperors life force for too long.
I have seen the hatred in your eyes. But I did what needed to be done for the good of the Empire and Emperor. It has largely been successful. There is just one hive ship of menace left and it’s next target is Uisneach.”
Timothy feels what little muscle he has, has grown tense. He wants to open fire to save his home.
“But there will be no Terminatus of Uisneach. Wheelchair Wars has become known throughout the Galaxy. Therefore the planet must be defended and that is what I want you to do.”
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