Fighting With Faith- Sixth Entry
“Ben, there you are! Come, come, there’s something for you to see.” Jobash, Benlian’s cousin, excitedly called out to Benlian has he approached the imposing, high gothic gates of the harvesting fields with the standard Imperial aquila engraved upon the apex. Both were of the same age and around the same built, however Jobash was blessed with a freckled face in which many girls found it hard to not notice and giggle cheekily. After much “field work”, to Benlian’s surprise, the girls found it cute. Some said alluring.
As they walked at a brisk pace towards the gate, they did a right turn and stopped walking. In front of them was the erected communal board. This was where all events, contests and notices were posted for all to be informed. It was something which Benlian looked upon as his pathway off this planet, on the annual off-world exports and imports of Frazium cargo transports looking for labourers and an occasional wildcatter giving all he had to start some ambiguous business among the other planets and systems. Not that he hated living on this planet, but he was intrigued by the on-goings he heard in Amargeddon and of late, Smorjorn Sector. However, his parents remained impervious and impassive on the command which they forbid any of the Limion offspring to venture off-world.
The Emperor has brought you to this planet for a reason, and for that reason you shall stay.
What do you want to look for off-world? Wealth? Women? Inevitably, all these will not come with you when you die.
“There, top right.” Jobash gently gestured at the Stockum encrusted board, engineered by the techno-magos during the infancy years of the Asat Rebirth Period in a way which the board could withstand the occasional off-course landing of Frazium fragments. Benlian traced the imaginary line from Jobash’s long and slender fingers to the top right corner of the board, craning his neck. There, in standard Imperial letter format,
By His order of the Holiest Emperor,
Due to the recent unrest and uprisings in the Smorjon Sector, Sector Command has found it necessary to ready regiments for the imperative defence of our most blessed system, one from each planet of the Asat System, to be indoctrinated into The Emperor’s most blessed Imperial Guard. Recruits are to be within the ages of 15 to 18 yots, where they will be trained, fed and clothed on the twenty moons of the Emperor's blessed Asat Homeworld. Recruits are to report to any administratum buildings and request for application data slates.
Acceptance amongst the stars is our dependence
Emperor’s blessings,
Sector Command,
Asat System
192083.41M
“So what do you th- ” Benlian’s question was immediately halted as he turned his head to see the retreating figure of Jobash, along with a few others which Benlian recognised as males around his age, walking towards the harvesting field’s administratum building.
“Ben, there you are! Come, come, there’s something for you to see.” Jobash, Benlian’s cousin, excitedly called out to Benlian has he approached the imposing, high gothic gates of the harvesting fields with the standard Imperial aquila engraved upon the apex. Both were of the same age and around the same built, however Jobash was blessed with a freckled face in which many girls found it hard to not notice and giggle cheekily. After much “field work”, to Benlian’s surprise, the girls found it cute. Some said alluring.
As they walked at a brisk pace towards the gate, they did a right turn and stopped walking. In front of them was the erected communal board. This was where all events, contests and notices were posted for all to be informed. It was something which Benlian looked upon as his pathway off this planet, on the annual off-world exports and imports of Frazium cargo transports looking for labourers and an occasional wildcatter giving all he had to start some ambiguous business among the other planets and systems. Not that he hated living on this planet, but he was intrigued by the on-goings he heard in Amargeddon and of late, Smorjorn Sector. However, his parents remained impervious and impassive on the command which they forbid any of the Limion offspring to venture off-world.
The Emperor has brought you to this planet for a reason, and for that reason you shall stay.
What do you want to look for off-world? Wealth? Women? Inevitably, all these will not come with you when you die.
“There, top right.” Jobash gently gestured at the Stockum encrusted board, engineered by the techno-magos during the infancy years of the Asat Rebirth Period in a way which the board could withstand the occasional off-course landing of Frazium fragments. Benlian traced the imaginary line from Jobash’s long and slender fingers to the top right corner of the board, craning his neck. There, in standard Imperial letter format,
By His order of the Holiest Emperor,
Due to the recent unrest and uprisings in the Smorjon Sector, Sector Command has found it necessary to ready regiments for the imperative defence of our most blessed system, one from each planet of the Asat System, to be indoctrinated into The Emperor’s most blessed Imperial Guard. Recruits are to be within the ages of 15 to 18 yots, where they will be trained, fed and clothed on the twenty moons of the Emperor's blessed Asat Homeworld. Recruits are to report to any administratum buildings and request for application data slates.
Acceptance amongst the stars is our dependence
Emperor’s blessings,
Sector Command,
Asat System
192083.41M
“So what do you th- ” Benlian’s question was immediately halted as he turned his head to see the retreating figure of Jobash, along with a few others which Benlian recognised as males around his age, walking towards the harvesting field’s administratum building.
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