Blood Red
This is where he has chased his dream. The frozen wastes and dead asteroid fields, stations empty, the buzz of the gates and nothing on the horizon but a cold black sky and dying stars. He drops out of warp but there's no fight here tonight.
Hours of flight.
Torture.
This never ending journey of self-fulfillment and of the pleasing of one's peers.
The enemy has no soul he mutters to himself.
No honour.
The world is dead to him he grumbles.
Fuck them.
He hits another stargate and heads east.
The sky ahead is blood red. The Gates of Hell appear on the overview, smoke rises from a twisted burning wreckage and a frozen corpse floats helplessly in the calm.
This time it's gonna be different he says to himself.
And so begins the next stretch of the buzz of the gates and nothing on the horizon but a blood red sky and dying stars.
MB.
Hours of flight.
Torture.
This never ending journey of self-fulfillment and of the pleasing of one's peers.
The enemy has no soul he mutters to himself.
No honour.
The world is dead to him he grumbles.
Fuck them.
He hits another stargate and heads east.
The sky ahead is blood red. The Gates of Hell appear on the overview, smoke rises from a twisted burning wreckage and a frozen corpse floats helplessly in the calm.
This time it's gonna be different he says to himself.
And so begins the next stretch of the buzz of the gates and nothing on the horizon but a blood red sky and dying stars.
MB.
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