As I write this, I lie twisted and broken, hiding from the enemy. They are hunting me, the great evil. I cannot hide, I cannot run and I cannot fight them. I am finished, my life snuffed out, marking the beginning of the end for all people. With this, I record my final living days. My flight began 2 days ago.

I was finally released from my cage on the Imperial Hospital planet Freedom V. I had fully recovered days before, but the accursed Medic Mage insisted on keeping me confined. I cursed his name so, but now I wish I hadn't. After I was released, I returned to my ship and made my way back to the Krork colony. I didn't expect a warm response, but in fact I received no response whatsoever. I was curious to the reason, and my augers remained still, so I proceeded to land on the planet. As I approached the ground, some form of energy weapon hit my ship. I didn't know at the time what it was, but it caused enough damaged to reduce my ship to a flying stone. I quickly ran to the rear compartment of my ship, fires blazing around me. I grabbed hold of a grav chute, forced the external door, and jumped.

For a moment, I fell. Suspended in airless bliss, land rushing towards me, swirling colours diverting my mind. Luckily, I managed to pull the chute cord, deploying the wings and I glided down to the ground. When I landed and regained my senses, I look around my surrounding, and immediately vomited. The rotting corpses of thousands of Krork warriors surrounded me. I slowly regained my posture, unable to look at this abomination. Such loss of life, such destruction I had never seen. I slowly walked through the battlefield. I knew the name of most of these warriors, and I knew what some of the machines were. As I was walking, I noticed some metallic objects, which looked like severed limbs. I knew that these were not of Krork design. I couldn't quite place it where I had seen this technology before.

After I had surveyed the area, I decided to try to make it back to my ship. I thought I could salvage some emergency rations and a communications unit. I looked up, and to my surprise, saw the trail from my ship still in the sky. I began walking towards it, treading around rotting corpses and sparking machinery. I walked for a solid 3 hours, winding through dark caverns and around reeking pools of some foul liquid I had never seen before. Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. I leapt into a nearby hollow in the wall I was following, pressing hard against it. My heart was pounding, my head pulsing, breathing heavy. I could hear the walking towards me, they were so close, I could even hear their speech. Suddenly they stopped. I could no longer hear any movement. I pressed my ear closer to the wall, and heard a click and felt a hard force on my neck.

I slowly raised my hands above my head and moved out of the hollow. I then saw that a Krork scout squad had surrounded me. Their ability to move silently astonished me. They lowered their weapons and motioned for me to follow them. I had little choice. They took me through the cavern and we appeared into what looked like a forward command base. I was shoved into the command centre and forced into confrontation with the caretaker. I suddenly felt fear rather than sickness. Memories of my previous encounter flashed back, the pain, the images, the sadness. Yet this time, I sensed a change, like I had for a brief period before. He was calmer, more in control. His stare told me all, about a change. He had woken his forces to combat the ultimate evil. My heart swelled with pride and happiness, as I knew we would be safe now the Krork were here. The evil would be smitten from this universe and a new age of prosperity would reign. I was then taken away to a small room with guards outside. I could not ascertain whether I was a prisoner or a guest, but I felt safe. Safe from the chaos of the universe, as if in some form of protective grasp, such as I felt when I joined the service of the Emperor. I stayed there for an hour when I heard movement. It sounded like the sea, a constant movement, up and down, crashing on the ground. I looked through the door and saw a huge column of Krork warriors marching forwards, to do battle with the evil.

Another hour passed, and I was pacing my room. I could no longer believe I was guest, I had not had any contact with anyone outside, and I was becoming hungry. I was looking at the door of my room, and I saw a shadow move. Then I heard some shots, a sound I had never heard before. Then, a scream or roar, it was indescribable. It pierced my ears and heart, one of such pain and anguish as to rend me over into a foetal position, and quivered for a minute. I slowly regained my posture and moved outside. I saw dead Krork everywhere. I ran across the field towards the command tent, dodging around rocks so as to stay hidden. I reached the tent and went in, only to find corpses, stripped of flesh and sinews. Bones lay where Krork had once stood. I then heard breathing, heavy but there nonetheless.

I rooted around until I found the source; it was the caretaker. His legs had been blown off and one arm was reduced to bone. He was also bleeding profusely. I moved close and tried to stem the bleeding, but not knowing any of the actual physiology of the Krork meant there was little I could do for him. He turned his head to look at me, and said in a coarse and dry voice "Destroy them in my name…" and he died. I felt a tear run down my cheek. It was followed by many more. I looked over his body for a few minutes, slowly composing myself. I felt a rage building in me, I knew I had to seek out what had done this and destroy it.

I picked up one of the Krork Silencer weapons, its weight a comfort after such a long period of not handling a weapon. It was not hard to follow the tracks of the enemy; they left footmarks everywhere. I followed the tracks for about 1 hour until I caught up with them. I climbed a small hillock and peeked over the top. I saw massed ranks of soldier, all black and red eyes. The sun gleamed off of their armour, unaware of my presence. My first instinct was to rush them and slaughter as many as possible, but then I remembered what happened to the Krork before me. I decided to scout out the area and look for any survivors. As I moved around the base, I saw one of the warriors turn around. I ducked down behind the hill, but I soon heard the sound of crunching footsteps up the gravel of the hill. I turned and ran back down the hill, bursts of green energy following, but miraculously missing me. As I reached the bottom of the hill, I saw some Krork jump out from behind some cover and mow down the advancing troops. I leapt into cover behind a large stone and returned fire of my own.

The gun I held in my hand was precise up to 300 metres, dead on centre hit. I hardly had to aim. I was in my prime, rolling around the rock launching shots off where I could, ducking back under. My training took over and when the time came, I pulled out my power weapon and charged them. The warriors followed me, adding their strength to my prowess. My sword swung left, right, left again, slicing through their armour. My rage was released in a massive wave of energy, cutting and kicking, chopping my way through. I soon found myself surrounded by them, but I still kept fighting, my energy was boundless, fuelled by the rage and anger I felt over the fallen Krork. I slashed and hacked until they were destroyed. All of them, or at least all the ones I could get to. The Krork had long fallen back, thinking me dead. I was now on the edge of the camp, looking onto their base.

My energy failing, I decided to move in anyway in an attempt to destroy this menace. So I ran down the hill, straight into the path of what I can only describe as a giant spider. Its many legs twitched in anticipation and its eyes watched me intently. We stood staring, waiting for the other to move. Finally, I made a move. I feinted to the left and lunged, but hit one of its legs. It struck out but I dodged it. This time I feinted right and lunged left, but had the same effect. This carried on for another minute, by which time I was exhausted. Sensing this, the spider went on the charge and ran at me. I tried to get out the way, but it cut through my left arm. It came clean off, just below the elbow. I let out a cry of pain loud enough to echo around the valley. The creature recovered, and began another advance.

I looked up, seeing the approach of my death. I looked in horror at what I assumed to be eyes, and saw mercilessness. I reached for my power weapon, but it was just out of reach. I scrabbled in the dirt for it, desperately seeking my saviour, but it was always just out of reach. I turned back to see the creature looming over me, preparing to strike down with its barbed claws. Time slowed down to a crawl. I desperately reached further for my sword, feeling my shoulder crack under the pressure. Suddenly, I felt its grip in my hand. I quickly swung it b over my chest and drove it upwards with all my strength. It sliced through the armour of the spider and energy crackled throughout it. Then something hit me. It was directly over me, and about to come crashing down. I rolled over the dirt just in time to avoid getting impaled on one of its legs.

I breathed a sigh of relief. The danger was over, I could rest for a moment. I sat down and put a crude bandage over my now stump like left arm. It could be repaired when I got back to the Imperium; an augment was always available. I looked around, seeing piles of metal everywhere, lifeless husks. I felt glad I had killed them, reduced the amount of evil left in the universe. As I looked around, I saw a slight glow emanating from a building in the centre of the compound. All defences were destroyed in my berserk charge, but as I approached, I sensed something dire in the extreme. A feeling of death washed over me, images of all things evil flashed past me in a tidal wave. I fell to the ground, holding my head, gibbering like a madman. I looked up and saw a mocking face looking down on me, smiling, holding a scythe to my head. It forced my gaze down to the ground through intense mental abilities. I fought him but I had neither the physical strength nor mental will to win.

So I ran. I turned from his gaze and ran, avoiding the blade as it sliced silently through the air. I ran back the way I came, never stopping to look back, the images of death all to prevalent in my minds eye. The bandage over my arm was saturated with blood and came loose as I was running, but I cared not. I kept running, dropping blood for the bloodhound that was chasing me. I could sense it coming after me, the deathly images intensifying occasionally. It seemed that the further I got away, the less strength the images had. So I ran faster. I ran until my lungs almost burst, my legs were almost dead and my arms flailing all around. Finally, I found a ship that had crashed. It was of a Krork design, and I looked around for supplies. I found food and water and this data slate. I continued at a slower pace, looking for somewhere to hide. I knew I couldn't fight this being, its power over the mind irresistible. So I moved around the region until I found this cave. It seems to be lined with something to resist the psychic attacks of the creature, but I can feel it drawing nearer every minute. The closer it gets, the stronger the images become.

So we come back to the present time. Here I am, an inquisitor, reduced to hiding in a cave from a being of evil. This is against every instinct I have, but I must hide. I can't face it. All of my training never prepared me for this. Now the end is nearing. The images are growing stronger, showing evils of the universe no one should ever have to see. It is here. I can feel it. It is drawing my soul towards it. I fear I shall soon meet the Emperor in everlasting glory. I fear this is the end.

Camera pans away from the cave and fades to black. A scream is heard in the background.

The End.

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