Fighting With Faith-First Entry
“And that concludes our brief report on Hive Fleet Phlethro’s advace in the Smorjorn Sector. I am Lek Onze. Good frazing, good night.” Chen Booln then scooped up the remote and tapped a button to switch the televrision off. It buzzed a Tranqueisnet light music tone as a shut down sequence and as quietly as it was turned on, switched off.
“Things ain’t looking too sweet in Smorjorn, eh?” he inquired with a side glance at his son. He was in his usual spot in the hab's living area, slouched into his favourite Mountain Dragoon's skin stretched armchair. Mountain Dragoon's were found only in the planets of the outer rings, roaming the high spines of the merciless mountains. Hence their skin was soft and tender, as they were not exposed to the harsh and scorching glare of the twin suns, which all the more made it comfortable to snuggle into.
“Yeah, especially with the Smorjorn Defence Corps. there all tied up with the mutant population rioting the soil out of their planets on the Emperor-forsaken habs they’re given.” Benlian replied with a look of disdain on his face, as though looking at a mutant in front of him.
“They’re already lucky to still be breathing the same air as the human population.” Chen Booln added smugly.
“Hah, yeah, night dad.” Fifteen yot old Benlian muttered sleepily as he got up and stretched a little before walking to his private room. He was of the Limion Great Family of planet Singphosia. A yot was measure when a planet in the Asat System does a double revolution around the twin suns of the system. He was in his overalls, dirtied after a day of harvesting and work. Standing at 1.75m tall and growing, he was one of the three chilren in his family, consisting of his mother, father, two sisters and himself. However, as tradition pursists, female offsprings of the various great faimlies of the Asat System had to be sent offworld to the Asat Homeworld itself and learn the Rites of Feminity, which would last until the females reach the adult age of twenty-one, when they can then reunite with their families as trained, obedient daughters and begin their search for their spouse. That was the way for females in Asat tradition.
His family had been lucky to be given a four livable and breathable room hab with air purifiers and conditioners and all. Living on a resivovice world of the Asat double-sun cluster, even getting a half yot stay in a hab house would have been considered privileged. Be it fortuitous luck or sheer hard work, the Limion family were lucky to be given habs right form the period of the Great placement where the various families of the Homeworld Asat congregated and sorted out their various duties and rights with the Asat liberation Force before being posted to their various workworlds.
The Asat Liberation Force were given such a name mainly because of the deeds they did upon the hapless inhabitants of the Asat worlds, by freeing them from the tyrannical and oppressive rule of the Okrs, two millennia ago. It has been passed down form generation to generation, of the Period of Liberation and the Period of the Warring Planets. It is said on homeworld Asat itself, drop pods of the mighty Legion Astartes of various chapters and gargantuan drop ships of hundreds of Imperial Guard regiments fell from the sky as if the two great twin suns of Asat had collided and shattered into such numerous fragments. The current human populations of that time were rather oblivious to al the fighting but scant reports and rumours from human run-aways and resistance groups articulated of massive battles taking place at various Ork strongholds. Vast seas of Imperial Guards and greenskin Orks collided with flesh and steel, with the victor immerging with gristle and mangled corpses in heaps and mounds dead at their feet. Mythical warriors of the striking blue Ultramarines fought valiantly against overwhelming and sometimes impossible odds and still emerged as victorious.
Soon, the constant booming of distant artillery batteries and the frequent clatter of small-arms came to silence. The day of liberation was at hand. Emissaries were dispatched to the various human workcamps and spreaded the good news. Soon the whole planet was basking in victory. However, the euphoric celebrations were soon to be ended as rebuilding and regrouping was to begin.
“And that concludes our brief report on Hive Fleet Phlethro’s advace in the Smorjorn Sector. I am Lek Onze. Good frazing, good night.” Chen Booln then scooped up the remote and tapped a button to switch the televrision off. It buzzed a Tranqueisnet light music tone as a shut down sequence and as quietly as it was turned on, switched off.
“Things ain’t looking too sweet in Smorjorn, eh?” he inquired with a side glance at his son. He was in his usual spot in the hab's living area, slouched into his favourite Mountain Dragoon's skin stretched armchair. Mountain Dragoon's were found only in the planets of the outer rings, roaming the high spines of the merciless mountains. Hence their skin was soft and tender, as they were not exposed to the harsh and scorching glare of the twin suns, which all the more made it comfortable to snuggle into.
“Yeah, especially with the Smorjorn Defence Corps. there all tied up with the mutant population rioting the soil out of their planets on the Emperor-forsaken habs they’re given.” Benlian replied with a look of disdain on his face, as though looking at a mutant in front of him.
“They’re already lucky to still be breathing the same air as the human population.” Chen Booln added smugly.
“Hah, yeah, night dad.” Fifteen yot old Benlian muttered sleepily as he got up and stretched a little before walking to his private room. He was of the Limion Great Family of planet Singphosia. A yot was measure when a planet in the Asat System does a double revolution around the twin suns of the system. He was in his overalls, dirtied after a day of harvesting and work. Standing at 1.75m tall and growing, he was one of the three chilren in his family, consisting of his mother, father, two sisters and himself. However, as tradition pursists, female offsprings of the various great faimlies of the Asat System had to be sent offworld to the Asat Homeworld itself and learn the Rites of Feminity, which would last until the females reach the adult age of twenty-one, when they can then reunite with their families as trained, obedient daughters and begin their search for their spouse. That was the way for females in Asat tradition.
His family had been lucky to be given a four livable and breathable room hab with air purifiers and conditioners and all. Living on a resivovice world of the Asat double-sun cluster, even getting a half yot stay in a hab house would have been considered privileged. Be it fortuitous luck or sheer hard work, the Limion family were lucky to be given habs right form the period of the Great placement where the various families of the Homeworld Asat congregated and sorted out their various duties and rights with the Asat liberation Force before being posted to their various workworlds.
The Asat Liberation Force were given such a name mainly because of the deeds they did upon the hapless inhabitants of the Asat worlds, by freeing them from the tyrannical and oppressive rule of the Okrs, two millennia ago. It has been passed down form generation to generation, of the Period of Liberation and the Period of the Warring Planets. It is said on homeworld Asat itself, drop pods of the mighty Legion Astartes of various chapters and gargantuan drop ships of hundreds of Imperial Guard regiments fell from the sky as if the two great twin suns of Asat had collided and shattered into such numerous fragments. The current human populations of that time were rather oblivious to al the fighting but scant reports and rumours from human run-aways and resistance groups articulated of massive battles taking place at various Ork strongholds. Vast seas of Imperial Guards and greenskin Orks collided with flesh and steel, with the victor immerging with gristle and mangled corpses in heaps and mounds dead at their feet. Mythical warriors of the striking blue Ultramarines fought valiantly against overwhelming and sometimes impossible odds and still emerged as victorious.
Soon, the constant booming of distant artillery batteries and the frequent clatter of small-arms came to silence. The day of liberation was at hand. Emissaries were dispatched to the various human workcamps and spreaded the good news. Soon the whole planet was basking in victory. However, the euphoric celebrations were soon to be ended as rebuilding and regrouping was to begin.
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