Call of nothingness
05 Feb 2022Heilrider
Months after the Great Rift, some wounds still burn with living fire. Some of them have already cured. Yes, we lost many brothers-in-arms, some of them even remembered the hell of the first battle for our home. But have we lost them forever? Some changed their minds. Others are still our companions despite some differences. Recently, the Navy has recruited new people who, of course, wont replace some people. Some people are irreplaceable. But their zeal is an invaluable help, and some of them climb the hierarchy like monkeys. Through the void I see bright future for them. Everything will be fine. We are still here! We will survive! We are the protectors of dozens of worlds and the billions of people who have trusted us. We are here for us. For them. For a better empire.
However, I can't stay here any longer.
Many explorers speak about space madness. They are fools. Space madness doesn't exist. There is only bubble madness. If I want to continue helping the Navy, I must go to meet the interstellar, cold, hostile void. I won't even be alone here. I am surrounded by people which think like me. They will be my companions for weeks.
PRAISE THE VOID.
Oh, I can't give up my heritage. I know who I was, I know who I am. Therefore, my uniform will be decorated with a new emblem, combining the past with the present and the future.
