Chronosia
04-10-2005, 15:11
The skies above Talnak and Grim; two Taledonian worlds ceded to the Imperium; rained fire. The drop pods and foundations dropped from the open mouth of the cloudy atmosphere; plunging like daggers into the flesh of this world. Marines and Guardsmen, Tech Priests, Tech Marines and Enginseers all poured out upon the soils; the abandoned soil of these worlds ripe for the claiming. In war the Imperium had triumphed; in peace she claimed her prizes. The Republic would see these as two great and terrible weapons in their midst; symbols of Chronosian Power and authority. Of victory.
Upon the earth of these worlds, Marcus would carve a list of all slain at the hand of the Imperium; each Republican who fell would add their name to the pulsign altar these worlds were to become. Fortress, Forge, Homeworld and Temple; they would nurture the Imperium and it's citizens at yet another corner of the Universe. They would spread; they would triumph; and as the countless possibilities for these promising worlds stretched out before them; they would prosper. And know the sweet taste of victory and peace.
At least until the next war.
Upon the earth of these worlds, Marcus would carve a list of all slain at the hand of the Imperium; each Republican who fell would add their name to the pulsign altar these worlds were to become. Fortress, Forge, Homeworld and Temple; they would nurture the Imperium and it's citizens at yet another corner of the Universe. They would spread; they would triumph; and as the countless possibilities for these promising worlds stretched out before them; they would prosper. And know the sweet taste of victory and peace.
At least until the next war.