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Bruh io82: You say "Gamza Crap" yet your acting like a "Buttermilk Bob" as Gamza calls it. From what research I have done, the Flood can literally infect space and time. Here's a quote from the IsoDidact from Silentium.
"Something deeper than frequency. Look again. The way it invades our eyes. Piercing. Slicing. Concealing. The light shuns us, space itself wishes to expel us. Can't you see? We are no longer welcome here. [...] The Flood changes everything. Not just flesh. Space itself is infected. That's the power the Precursors once had... isn't it?"
And what happened when the Tyranids got hold of Psykers? Zoanthropes. Psychic Tyranids. Infact there was one Zoanthrope called The Doom of Malan'tai which devoured the souls of every Eldar in a craftworld's infinity circuit. What's stopping the Flood from doing the exact same? Absolutely nothing. So when the Flood inevitably infects psykers and starts devouring souls, why wouldn't they start devouring other psychic emanations such as daemons? And if they can infect space and time, what's to stop them from infecting the Warp itself?
Also, the Flood are literally the Precursors and can thus build Precursor technology and use Neural Physics. So once the weaponized Star Roads start coming into play, tell me the Flood aren't a threat when they can destroy literally any and every planet or solar system they want at will.
Trol la la lol: Good suggestions! And I know the Forerunners weren't incompetent. Well, I mean, I think the Builders certainly had their heads so far up their own asses they couldn't see the sun, but that was more sheer arrogance than incompetence.
Voidsman-at-arms Emil Balbas and his squad of other voidsmen were running through the depths of the Emperor-class Battleship Lament of the Black Skies with lasguns at the ready. They were rushing to repel some Dark Mechanicum borders in the lower levels. A few minutes later they heard weapons fire and realized they were getting close.
"Alright, you lot! You know the drill! Find cover and show these metal bastards what we do with heretics on this ship!" The Voidsmaster shouted as they ran through a door into a relatively large room.
As soon as they entered the room, they were assaulted by several dozen skitarii of the dark mechanicum. Fortunately a few other squads of voidsmen were already there fighting so they were not instantly decimated.
Running to get behind cover, Emil opened fire at the invaders. He managed to kill two with a volley of las fire before he was forced to duck behind the crates he was hiding behind out of the way of arc fire. Taking out a grenade he pulled the pin and threw it over the crates at the Skitarii. Moments later there was a boom as the grenade went off.
Waiting a few seconds longer he finally peaked out from behind cover and blasted another skitarii with las fire. The skitarii returned fire and forced him behind cover again.
The battle continued on like this for about ten minutes until eventually the Skitarii were eradicated. Unfortunately they had taken over half of the voidsmen with them.
The rest of the survivors, including Emil, took a few minutes to rest, regroup, and administer biofoam to the wounded.
After about five minutes the most senior Voidsmaster shouted, "More Dark Mechanicum forces have been detected in cargo bay 025. Finish whatever your doing, we're moving in two min—"
He was cut off as four of the vents in the room burst open and dozens upon dozens of tiny balloon-like creatures began pouring out of each of them.
"Open fire!" The Voidsmaster shouted, raising his lasgun and opening fire upon the tiny creatures as they spilled out of the vents.
Emil didn't hesitate to follow orders and open fire. He had no idea what these things were but he didn't care. They didn't belong on this ship and that was all that mattered as far as he was concerned.
The little creatures quickly reached the corpses of some of the voidsmen that had died battling the Skitarii and immediately dug into them. Said corpses were rapidly mutated into twisted monstrosities that got up off the ground and began shooting at the living voidsmen.
Thus the voidsmen's fire was now split between the tiny balloon-like creatures and the infected corpses of what were once their allies. Thus the balloon-like creatures started making it past the corpses and attacked the living voidsmen directly. It was quickly proven that they could infect living people just as easily as they could infect corpses.
"By the Emperor, what are these things?!" Emil cried in horror as he watched a few of his friends screaming in agony as they were forcibly infected by the creatures.
"Who cares?! Keep shooting!" Shouted another Voidsman.
It was quickly becoming obvious that they were being pushed back.
"Frack it! Retreat! I don't want to be turned into one of these fracking things and I'm sure none of you do either!" Shouted a Voidsmaster.
Emil agreed with this sentiment whole heartedly and continued firing as he backed away towards the door he had entered from.
Even as they retreated, more and more of them were being gunned down by their infected former-comrades and their corpses were subsequently infected. Seeing this, Emil's morale broke completely and he just turned and began sprinting away as fast as his legs could carry him.
"Emperor, forgive me! I don't want to be infected by these things!" He pleaded for forgiveness knowing how cowardly his actions were, abandoning his squad to be infected by these things.
He continued to run through random doors and hallways until he eventually reached a maintenance tunnel he thought could work as a safe place to hide until he was rested enough to move out and try to find another squad.
He stayed there for about ten minutes, resting his tired legs and catching his breath. As he stood there, he heard something moving. Immediately on guard he raised his las gun and shouted, "Who's there?! Show yourself!"
There was no response.
Walking slowly through the maintenance tunnel, he kept a very close eye on his surroundings. Hearing something moving to his left he immediately whirled around and opened fire, hitting nothing but accidentally damaging a piece of machinery in the process. He grimaced at that and hoped it wasn't important.
Walking towards the damaged piece of machinery he looked behind it and saw nothing. Was he just being paranoid?
Suddenly something landed on his head and began crawling on him.
"FRACK! GET OFF!" He shouted, thrashing around and trying to tear whatever it was off of him. Moments later pain exploded through him as he felt it digging into his back. This pain only got worse as he felt his body changing and something invading his mind and soul.
[Elsewhere]
Just as John reached the entrance of the Library, he saw several dozen more thunder hawks outside along with two companies worth of battle brothers. Though no dreadnoughts were with them, which made sense considering most dreadnoughts would not be able to fit through the doors. A contemptor may have been able to due to its smaller frame but those were exceedingly rare and the only ones the Dark Angels owned belonged solely to the first company.
Spotting the captains of the two companies approaching him, John made his way over to them.
"John, what are you doing here? I know you're the one who requested reinforcements for the fourth company, but shouldn't you be at the data repository with the rest of your company?" The Company Master of the Seventh Company inquired.
"I left my company champion in charge and came here to warn the fourth company of the parasite personally. Unfortunately, I arrived too late. The entire fourth company has been wiped out. Sending you all the relevant data I have on the parasite and how it fights now." John stated.
The Company Masters took a few moments to go over the information John sent them. When they were finished the Master of the Ninth Company said, "Thank you, brother. We shall put this data to good use. It's a shame what happened to the fourth company. I sincerely doubt their geenseed is still usable, but we will be sure to gather all of their equipment at the very least. Regardless, we will take things from here. You should return to your own company."
John nodded. He was reluctant to leave since the parasite was still active, but he trusted his brothers to deal with it now that they knew what they were in for. "Very well. Good hunting, brothers." John said before proceeding back to the thunderhawk he took to get there in the first place.
[On the Lament of the Black Skies]
Several hundred Flood forms came together in the deepest bowels of the ship and their biomass merged together to form something larger. Something more intelligent. Something significantly more dangerous and malevolent. A proto-gravemind.
It looked through the eyes and heard through the ears of every one it had infected while it carefully examined each and every last memory they had. In doing so it learned much about what had occurred in the several millennia that had passed since it was last active. It was absolutely appalled by the complete and utter disregard this generation of mankind had for the Mantle of Responsibility. Truly they had fallen very far from the grace their species once had before the Forerunners betrayed both Humanity and the Precursors.
That wasn't to say it didn't understand. It had seen the memories of the "astartes" it had infected and had a decent understanding of galactic history. Not perfect but good enough. Humanity in its current state was essentially like an abused and angry child who had managed to gain too much power and was now lashing out at its abusers. It just so happened that those "abusers" were the other species in the galaxy.
The Orks and the so-called "Dark Eldar" it had seen in their memories were both prime examples of what had turned Humanity into what it was now.
The Precursors had originally decided the ancient Krorks were a threat to the biodiversity of the galaxy and had thus devolved them to their current state almost immediately after arriving in this galaxy. The idea had been to make them more easily manageable so they would no longer be such a threat. It would appear they had been far too lenient upon the Krorks and should have just exterminated them. The Flood would most certainly rectify that error.
As for the Aeldari, the Precursors had seen the darkness in them which was why they had decided against passing the Mantle to them. But to think they would fall so far… It was disgusting. The Flood would take great pleasure in eradicating them.
The Necrons appeared to be awakening slowly. They were no longer biological, but that would not save them when the Flood inevitably came for them. The Logic Plague would infect them just as it would any other artificial lifeform.
Then there was the matter of what had happened to the Realm of Souls or the "Warp" as humanity now called it. It had been in a terrible state around this galaxy when the Precursors had arrived but apparently it had degraded even further. That was unacceptable as well.
And humanity itself would, of course, pay for their sins.
As the battle went on, the Gravemind overheard something. Apparently the humans aboard the ships it had infected had managed to get out distress signals. And the newly awoken "primarch" had just ordered the rest of the human fleet to destroy them. That would not do. It had just formed. It couldn't afford to be destroyed just yet.
So it redoubled its efforts to take full control over the ship known as "Lament of Black Skies" so it could use the ship to escape.
[On the Rock]
As they were repelling the Dark Mechanicum and the parasite that had boarded the Rock, Grand Master Naberius had spent about two hours filling the Lion in on all the important details he needed to know, including important bits and pieces of Imperial History that the Lion had missed.
To say the Lion wasn't happy was a severe understatement. To say he was angry was an understatement. To say he was absolutely livid was still an understatement. He was beyond furious at the state of the Imperium and he was taking every last bit of his rage out on the Dark Mechanicum and infected astartes. All the while he was reading or listening to reports and giving orders over the vox.
"Father should have awoken me sooner… I could have stopped the degradation of the Imperium long ago if he had." The Lion growled to himself under his breath as he cleaved an infected Astartes in half with the Wolf Blade.
Despite his rage he was genuinely surprised at how fast and strong these marines were. Naberius had informed him that it was due to some sort of archeotech upgrades to their power armor that had been implemented a few centuries ago but even so it was shocking how much of a difference these upgrades made. And the so-called "spartan marines" were even stronger and faster than normal astartes. They weren't quite on the level of the Custodes but still. Regular astartes paled in comparison even with the new upgrades to their armor.
He had also noticed a drastic change in how the infected were fighting. Originally they had appeared to be rampaging without direction, but as of approximately thirty minutes ago they had seemed to become highly coordinated and were using actual tactics and strategy. Both on the Rock and, according to the reports he was receiving, on the surface of the planet as well. He had to adjust his own strategy and orders to compensate for this sudden change.
His vox unit crackled to life and he heard an astartes say, "Lord El'Jonson, we are receiving distress messages from no less than five separate Imperial ships. Apparently they have all been boarded by the Dark Mechanicum and infected by the parasite."
"Destroy them, immediately! I will not let the parasite escape this system under any circumstances!" The Lion ordered.
[The Library]
John arrived back just in time to participate in the tail end of the battle. When it was over, he went and found Leon.
"Glad to see you survived." John stated.
"Not without cost, as you can see." Leon stated, motioning to his missing arm. "To be honest, I very nearly lost far more than my arm to the daemon engine but I managed to out maneuver and out smart it by getting it to shoot a cliff and having heavy rocks collapse on top of it. Though, I would prefer not to have to fight one on my own again if I don't have to. Otherwise next time I'm afraid I won't be so lucky."
"Hopefully you won't have to." John stated.
Leon nodded then looked around. "So, the Dark Mechanicum forces are gone. What now?"
"Vox communications are still down. So I'm going to need you to go to the surface and give the Supreme Grand Master a message. There's something here the Supreme Grand Master needs to see. It's not urgent so if he's needed on the surface still, this can wait. But it is something he needs to see at some point." John explained.
"He will want to know more than that, I'm sure. You'll have to be more specific, John. What did you find here?" Leon inquired.
"A being of some sort. I'm not entirely sure if it's a xenos or an abhuman but it claims to be an ally of mankind. I'm not sure what to do with it, so I need the Supreme Grand Master to speak with it. He can decide our course of action from there." John explained.
"I see. Very well. I will deliver this message. Is there anything else?" Leon inquired.
"No. That's all. Though you do have permission to return to the battle barge for medical treatment." John told him.
[Later on the Rock]
"Lord El'Jonson, the Lament of Blackskies has just performed a slipspace jump out of the system!" A voice said over the Lion's vox unit.
The Lion growled in fury as he blasted a dark mangos to pieces with his Fusil Actinaeus. "Then we're already too late. Continue to focus everything we have on the remaining infected ships. Don't let any more escape!"
A blast from a melta gun hit the Lion in the side, punching a hole through his armor and wounding him. Looking, he saw an infected spartan marine aiming its melta gun at him. He dodged out of the way as it pulled the trigger and shot at him again. Rushing forwards he impaled the infected spartan marine through the chest with the Wolf Sword, shredding everything inside of it. He then slung the spartan marine off of his weapon towards a skitarii, knocking it to the ground and pinning it under the immense weight of the power armored corpse. The Lion then walked over and blasted the skitarii's head off.
"I think that was the last of them in this area, my Lord." Grand Master Naberus informed him.
"Good. Then let's move on." The Lion stated.
"Supreme Grand Master Naberius, this is Leon-011 of the Third Company. Company Master John is requesting your presence at the Data Repository. He claims there is something there you need to see." A new voice said through the Lion's vox unit.
"This is your primarch, Lion El'Jonson. I have re-assumed command of our legion from Grand Master Naberius. Access vox channel 083.04 to speak with Naberius for confirmation." The Lion ordered.
There was a pause for a few moments and the Lion heard Naberius speaking to this astartes over the vox. Eventually the voice spoke through the Lion's Vox unit again and said, "Lord El'Jonson… Assuming your presence is not urgently required elsewhere, Company Master John has requested your presence at the Data Repository."
"What is it he wants me to see and how important is it?" The Lion demanded.
"It's a being of some sort. He claims to not know if it is a xenos or an abhuman, but it claims to be on the side of humanity. I don't know all the details, but apparently it is what informed him of some sort of hostile parasite on this planet." Leon explained.
That immediately got the Lion's attention. He remembered something about there being a creature he had to meet somewhere on this planet from the visions his father had given him before he woke up. "I'll head there immediately. Naberius, there is an urgent matter I must attend to. I'm leaving you incharge while I deal with it."
"Understood, my lord." Naberius stated.
[An hour later]
John was standing outside the door of the data repository waiting for Grand Master Naberius to arrive. Eventually he heard the roar of engines and saw a thunderhawk approaching from the distance. Stepping away from the door, John walked out to meet Naberius.
The thunderhawk landed approximately twenty feet away from John. Only, what came out was not who he had been expecting. Instead of Naberius, it was the Lion himself.
John immediately dropped to one knee and bowed his head. Every other astartes present quickly followed suit the moment they saw the Lion.
"Rise, my sons." The Lion commanded. "Which of you is the one known as Company Master John?"
John rose to his feet and approached the Lion. "That would be me, my lord…" He said, still completely stunned by the fact he was now standing in the presence of his lord and father.
"The messenger you sent said you had something you wanted to show me. Bring me to it." The Lion ordered.
John nodded before turning and walking towards the entrance of the Data Repository. "This way." He said.
The Lion followed him through the Data Repository until they both arrived at the platform where John had met the Librarian the first time. Looking, they both saw that she was already waiting for them.
"Greetings, I am what remains of the Forerunner, once known as the Librarian. My memories were retained to assist humanity on the path to the Mantle." The Librarian said, looking at Lion El'Jonson.
"I am the Primarch Lion El'Jonson. First son of the Emperor of Mankind and father of all Astartes in the First Legion." The Lion responded, examining the Librarian like a predator examining potential prey.
"I welcome you, Primarch Lion El'Jonson. It is a pleasure to meet you, though I would have preferred if it had been under more favorable circumstances… It would seem that a ship infected with the Flood has escaped the system. That is an extremely bad thing…" The Librarian told them in a grim tone.
John recoiled as if struck upon hearing this. The Flood had managed to escape?!
The Lion nodded. "I am aware. Before awakening me from my ten thousand year slumber to deal with this threat, my father gave me visions of what was to come if this 'Flood' is not stopped. I would have declared exterminatus and destroyed this entire planet to kill it, but my father has deemed this world to be too important to destroy. He also showed me visions of you. So I assume you have answers that I need."
"I will gladly tell you everything I know. A verbal explanation would take quite a bit of time. I am uploading all relevant information and data I have on the Flood to your combat skin now. There is more data I have but neither of your combat skins have the storage capacity for it. I can send it all to the mobile moon you call 'the Rock' if you so desire." The Librarian offered.
"Do it. I will read over the data later. What is this world and why was the Flood contained here?" The Lion demanded.
"This is Shield World 0001, also known as Requiem. It was originally a tool developed by my late husband the Didact to combat the Flood. However, the Flood can never be destroyed. Not truly. So if it had been wiped out entirely, it would have reappeared elsewhere at some other point in time and resumed devouring all life. Thus keeping samples in containment was decided to be the safest option. The Flood was originally contained in multiple locations across the galaxy, however your ancestors decided it would be prudent to centralize the containment to only four or five locations to allow for closer monitoring and to minimize the risk of a containment breach." The Librarian explained.
"Unfortunately, after your ancestors' Ancilla or 'artificial intelligences' turned on you in the late twenty third millennium, this facility was hidden away from the 'Men of Iron' to deny them access to the Flood, lest they attempt to unleash it as a weapon against your kind, and was subsequently abandoned. Thus I lost all contact with your species as I had no way of sending or receiving signals without risking discovery by the Men of Iron. I was concerned you may have all perished in the war. I am glad to see that was not the case."
"I see. Well, we won the war with the Men of Iron but much has happened since the twenty third millennium. Much has happened in the past ten thousand years that I have been asleep. The Imperium is nothing like I remember it and I'm sure humanity is vastly different than you remember it as well." The Lion informed her.
"I am aware. I have been reading all the data on your history I can from the moment the Dark Mechanicum ships first appeared above Requiem. It saddens me to see your species having fallen so far. But I have hope that your kind can still be pulled back from the precipice and restored to your former glory. And I do not mean restored to the way your species was in the twenty third millennium." The Librarian stated.
The Lion gave her a curious look. "What do you mean by that?"
"Your species is not a mere two hundred and forty thousand years old. It is much older than that. It is a rather long explanation. Would you like to hear the true history of your people?" The Librarian inquired.
"Yes." The Lion stated simply.
"Very well." The Librarian said. She then proceeded to explain what humanity used to be, how the Forerunners went to war with them, how politics resulted in the Forerunners nearly driving them to extinction but due to her influence the Forerunners de-evolved them instead, how the Flood destroyed Forerunner society, and the creation and subsequent activation of the Halo rings.
"So, your species was once so much more than it is now or than it was even in the twenty third millennium. I would have you restored to what you were in the time when my species existed so you can inherit the Mantle of Responsibility." The Librarian explained.
"So, your species committed genocide on us several million years ago for doing what we had to to stop the Flood. Now you want to return us to what we once were." Lion El'Jonson said with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Yes. I do not expect forgiveness or anything of the sort. What we did was unforgivable. We deserve what happened to us after the activation of the rings and I will not deny it." The Librarian stated with very clear remorse.
"And what is this Mantle of Responsibility?" The Lion asked.
"As I have already explained to your son, it is a mixture of philosophy, religion, and stewardship. The core tenant being that the most developed species should hold stewardship over all other life in the galaxy." The Librarian explained.
"Religion. So you worship some sort of god and you want us to do the same." The Lion stated, narrowing his eyes at her.
"A god? No. It is a religion but not in that sense. It is the belief that it is essentially the idea that upholding the Mantle is a spiritual duty. There are no higher beings involved." The Librarian told him. "I will admit I find your species' fascination with the idea of there being some divine being above mortals fascinating, but such concepts have absolutely nothing to do with the Mantle."
The Lion relaxed slightly. "I see. Very well. How do you plan on helping us return to what we once were?"
"Well, I would offer you all the technology and knowledge of my species just as I had in the second millennium. However, after reading through your history I realize your 'Adeptus Mechanicus' would consider such a thing to be heresy. Thus I can offer one other thing. On the very edges of the galaxy there are still caches of ancient human technology leftover from our war with them so long ago. I can give you coordinates to all of them that I know of, but there may still be more that I do not know of." The Librarian told him.
"Send me the coordinates. I will ensure the ancient Human technology is re-acquired and is distributed to the Imperium as a whole. As for your technology, I have a different idea. How much more or less advanced is it than our ancient technology?" The Lion inquired.
"It is different but comparable. Why?" The Librarian asked.
"We can still make use of it. We just can't distribute it to the public. How much more advanced is it than our current technology?"
"For context we have twelve classifications of combat skins and each classification is at least an order of magnitude more powerful than the previous classification. Both of your current combat skins would only be class three. Though you do have armor that most assuredly falls under class four. You call it, 'Tartaros Pattern Terminator Armor'. And the majority of Forerunner weapons are based on hard light which, if we were using similar classifications as the combat skins, would be class ten whereas your plasma and power weapons would be a solid class five. We do or did have weapons that would be considered class twelve which were not based on hard light but they were rare and extremely dangerous." The Librarian explained.
The Lion's eyes widened in surprise for a moment. "Does this Shield World have any industrial capabilities that would allow it to produce such weapons or armor?"
"To a limited degree. It was, after all, originally a military installation. Albeit a mostly defensive one. It also has quite a few hard light weapons that are already made and ready for use. You can find some in this very facility, in fact. But why? I thought your kind found using alien technology to be heretical?"
"The Mechanicus does, but me and my sons are not part of the Mechanicus nor are we subservient to them. This technology is useful. In fact I believe it may be the reason my father forbade me from destroying this planet. So I plan to make full use of this technology, at least until our own ancient technology can be recovered. You say my armor is between a class two and three. Can you produce a class twelve suit for me and at least class ten suits for my sons?" The Lion asked.
"I can. It will take several months to produce enough for all of them and it will take several days before your own suit is ready, but the capabilities are present in this facility." The Librarian told him.
"That's fine. It will take a few days to fully purge the Dark Mechanicum and the Flood from this planet and the Rock. And you said this planet was actively hidden away from the Men of Iron, so I assume it has some method of propulsion, correct?"
The Librarian nodded. "Requiem is fully slipspace capable. So if you plan to take it with you when you leave the system, it is absolutely possible to do so."
"Good. Then that's what we'll do. With the destruction of Caliban my legion needs a new homeworld anyway. This planet could work just fine for that. It just needs a few extra hazards so it can be used to train our aspirants but that can be done easily enough." The Lion stated.
"If training is what you desire it is possible to make virtual simulations in which your sons can experience death without any actual risk to their lives in reality. It's how warrior servants were trained in Forerunner society before our destruction." The Librarian suggested.
"Interesting. We can discuss these matters in more detail later. I should return to the battle so I can continue to lead my sons. They have been without my guidance for far too long. I will return to speak with you again later." The Lion stated.
"As you wish. I will be waiting." The Librarian responded.
With that John and the Lion turned and began walking away.
"You are to keep everything you heard here to yourself, understood? We will discuss it with the other members of the inner circle later, but anyone outside the circle is not permitted to have access to any of this information." The Lion told John as they walked away.
"I understand. Should I have my men come in and start scouring the facility for weapons?" John asked.
"No. Not yet. We aren't certain of the weapons energy capacity yet and we don't have energy cells compatible with them in the event they run out of energy. We should wait until we have full control of the planet and can start stockpiling energy cells, assuming any are needed. Instead, you are to remain here and guard this location until the Flood and Dark Mechanicum are dealt with. I have a feeling the Mechanicum will assault this location again. They want the information the Librarian has and they will not be willing to give it up easily." The Lion told him.
John nodded and adjusted his grip on his plasma gun.
End Notes: Lore revealed! Yup, the Krorks were devolved by the Precursors just like Humans were devolved by the Forerunners. I just thought it made sense.
And yes, the Lion is going to keep Forerunner technology to the Dark Angels and their successors. I mean what else would you expect from him? His Legion was literally designed to destroy the Mechanicus if they ever proved to be a threat to the Imperium and he has caches of tech from the Dark Age of Technology hidden away for exactly that purpose. From what I know about him, it makes sense that he would do this. And keep in mind, the only reason he doesn't destroy the Librarian after hearing what the Forerunners did to Humanity in the past is because of the visions the Emperor showed him.
That being said, remember, if you don't like something about the chapter please tell me. I am more than willing to rewrite things to fix them. I have done it in the past and I'm willing to do it again.
Also, to my Ukranian readers, I wish you good luck with everything that's going on in your country. What's happening is a tragedy and I sincerely wish it was fictional like this story rather than the reality of the world we live in. And to my Russian readers, I don't blame you. I blame your government. I'm praying for your children, siblings, and cousins who went off to fight just as much as the Ukranians. I'm praying that peace will come back sooner rather than later so this senseless violence and bloodshed can end. I don't want anyone from either side to die. I would rather have peace.
Please stay safe out there everyone. Seriously.
Update: The next chapter may be delayed a bit. I need to read The Gathering Storm: The Rise of The Primarch before I can finish the next chapter. And having only read bits and pieces of it in the past, I need to take the time to sit down and read the entire thing, which will take a few days or so. Just thought I should let you all know.