Post by Rave on Feb 3, 2011 23:44:15 GMT -5
Life. Life isn't a born right, it is a god given gift we should cherish above anything else.
I learned this, I learned this well and many times over when my time came. It was my turn to server the Imperium till the last breathe leave my body and I lay broken on a forgien battle field in some alien world beside the men I would come to call brothers. But I didn't care, nor did it bother me that at any point I could die; It was an honor to serve the Imperium, or at least, thats what they always told us...
I had been eighteen when they came for me, It left my mother in tears and my father with a grim look on his aged face. Two men in Dugradian Krieg Korp uniforms had knocked on the door of our small house in the Under-city, the only place I had ever known. It was when I opened the door that they looked up at me with their scared and gloomed faces, and their hands outstreached did they hold out a piece of paper that held my death sentence, it was my letter of Draft into the Korps of Krieg.
They gave me a short time to gather my things and say my farewells, I only had that with me that I could carry as I went outside and a same Chimera class tank waited for me in the street. They shuffled me into the back where other young men sat. I recognized some of them as people along my street and we all exchanged half-hearted nods before I sat at the very front of the tank where I could see the driver sitting. The driver looked over to me and gave a smile, one of the only friendly faces I had seen so far, and I gave a weak smile back.
"Don't worry kid, It only get better from here," was all the driver said before he turned back to his machines and spoke into his radio. The tank then lurched as we rolled through the streets in silence, like a funeral procession, our funeral procession.
The Chimera, which I had learned from the drivers talking into the radio, had taken almost half half of a day to cross the Under-City inroute to the surface elevator, but to us it seemed like a whole life time bathed in silence as the only noise was the treads beneath our feet and the solome breathing of the boys that populated the iron cell. My mind wandered, trying to keep my sanity or to have something to do I do not remeber, but I just leaned back on the badly apolstered seat and closed my eyes.
In my imagination I could see distant stars and alien worlds of sand and spire that my mind couldnt even begin to ponder even existed in my strech of knowledge, but a boy can dream can't he? It was in this imagination that I saw beasts of Dante's Inferno, ripping through the stars and burning planets in their wake. Was it humanity that I saw? Or was it something darker and more siniter then even the ugliest of men. My mind shuttered bringing forth a new scene of dark corridors and dank smells, it was as though something watched me, something that stalked the halls around me. All I heard was a single voice resonating around me and speak to me.
"Reinheart... Heart of the Pure and Clean... Quaint for someone so useful to dark purposes... Youre special and you know it... You just need to use your gift Reinheart... For more then just your personal use to be ahead of others... but instead to help something.. Greater... now I must take my leave... I'll keep in contact..."
The dream felt so real but as the voice disappeared and I awoke to the light coming through the rear hatch, the other men had already left and I sat alone in cold swear.
I learned this, I learned this well and many times over when my time came. It was my turn to server the Imperium till the last breathe leave my body and I lay broken on a forgien battle field in some alien world beside the men I would come to call brothers. But I didn't care, nor did it bother me that at any point I could die; It was an honor to serve the Imperium, or at least, thats what they always told us...
I had been eighteen when they came for me, It left my mother in tears and my father with a grim look on his aged face. Two men in Dugradian Krieg Korp uniforms had knocked on the door of our small house in the Under-city, the only place I had ever known. It was when I opened the door that they looked up at me with their scared and gloomed faces, and their hands outstreached did they hold out a piece of paper that held my death sentence, it was my letter of Draft into the Korps of Krieg.
They gave me a short time to gather my things and say my farewells, I only had that with me that I could carry as I went outside and a same Chimera class tank waited for me in the street. They shuffled me into the back where other young men sat. I recognized some of them as people along my street and we all exchanged half-hearted nods before I sat at the very front of the tank where I could see the driver sitting. The driver looked over to me and gave a smile, one of the only friendly faces I had seen so far, and I gave a weak smile back.
"Don't worry kid, It only get better from here," was all the driver said before he turned back to his machines and spoke into his radio. The tank then lurched as we rolled through the streets in silence, like a funeral procession, our funeral procession.
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The Chimera, which I had learned from the drivers talking into the radio, had taken almost half half of a day to cross the Under-City inroute to the surface elevator, but to us it seemed like a whole life time bathed in silence as the only noise was the treads beneath our feet and the solome breathing of the boys that populated the iron cell. My mind wandered, trying to keep my sanity or to have something to do I do not remeber, but I just leaned back on the badly apolstered seat and closed my eyes.
In my imagination I could see distant stars and alien worlds of sand and spire that my mind couldnt even begin to ponder even existed in my strech of knowledge, but a boy can dream can't he? It was in this imagination that I saw beasts of Dante's Inferno, ripping through the stars and burning planets in their wake. Was it humanity that I saw? Or was it something darker and more siniter then even the ugliest of men. My mind shuttered bringing forth a new scene of dark corridors and dank smells, it was as though something watched me, something that stalked the halls around me. All I heard was a single voice resonating around me and speak to me.
"Reinheart... Heart of the Pure and Clean... Quaint for someone so useful to dark purposes... Youre special and you know it... You just need to use your gift Reinheart... For more then just your personal use to be ahead of others... but instead to help something.. Greater... now I must take my leave... I'll keep in contact..."
The dream felt so real but as the voice disappeared and I awoke to the light coming through the rear hatch, the other men had already left and I sat alone in cold swear.