( Character change )
"That's it, that's the last world that held a human life or a human soul" a man said as he stretched, normally he wouldn't have cared about what he and several others were about to do, but try as he might he couldn't help but cry.
How many people had died, to keep the stars shining, how many had fought for every world, how many cities turned to dust, worlds made into floating rocks in space and ships left abandoned or twisted by some demonic or treacherous being.
Still, one by one, they all flipped a switch or pressed a button and detonated several Psychic Bombs, made from psykers of every species encountered. Instantly the screams of the dead and the dying, alongside their pain echoed through both real space and the warp, calling to every Demon, Ork, Tyranid and whatever twisted abomination that had been born in this age of madness.
So great was their combined battle roar, or scream of victory, as they rushed into their feast, that their screams actually created the perfect cover for the main ship and its escorts to escape.
A cup of hot coffee was poor for him, today he would drink the same thing, every one of his men ever had to drink, his personal liquor was poured into single shot glasses and a cut was given to everyone under his command, until it was all gone.
In union, they lifted their shots and drank, that was it, it was over, space felt like if it had been stretched out, the ship had entered one of the many faster than light engines the ship had, one faster than light would lead into another and so on until every engine needs to cool down.
There was no turning back, those axenos that had rejected their offer for help and getting them onboard, will soon regret it, even if they cried out for death or for salvation, unless they had some sort of God that could save them, there would be no salvation, there was no turning back now.
Soon they would enter the space between the areas of space and the long wait will begin.
"Dismissed" the man said to his men, some would go to their families, others to work in whatever station they were assigned to, the rest would go just to enjoy themselves either by drinking or in the many brothels.
Soon the man sat alone and allowed himself to remember, he remembered the imperium invading the dark city of the Dark Eldar and taking back all of the Human and AbHumans that had been enslaved, all the while releasing every Astartes that had been captured by the enemies.
He smiled as he remembered the second invasion, when both Human and Eldar attacked the dark city in full force releasing every alien prisoner, many could no longer fight, others were just too broken to pick up a weapon, but many more liked up a weapon and fought for their freedom.
So many lives were lost during those wars, the invasion of the Ork worlds for lost and forgotten technology or some of technology the orks themselves had made.
The full-blown invasion of the daemon words, crown worlds alien planets and worlds where dark age machines still lived, yet none of this compared to the day the Emperor himself led the attack into the warp himself.
Every world that had none corrupted humans was found and either destroyed or pulled out of the warp by the emperor himself.
Now, none of that mattered, a strange blue light now covered the ship, they had just entered the gravity well.
A ship constructed by every race that was aligned with order, bitter enemies were now allies, they had practically left all of space barren, just to build the thing, entire suns were used for heat and light, as whole worlds were used to provide food for everyone onboard.
The wealthiest lived near the center of the ship, safe from the dangers of whatever they might encounter
"It's time" the man said as he lifted his cup of coffee, with a press of a button be turned off the monitor and walked out.
"What do civilians do?" He asked himself, for the first time in years he had time to do whatever he wanted and life of him, he didn't know what to do. A pink slip of paper was the last notice he had, he was awarded several wives for all his years of service, eldar, human, catgirls and aliens that for all sorts of fetishes.
A blue slip of paper made him smile apparently some aliens had managed to slip thru and they were looking for people to go down and fight should the situation be needed.
It's the fifty-fifth millennium and the survivor's of the great catastrophe travel inside a massive ship, towards a new place to call home. Where that maybe only the Emperor and the Captain know.
Yet in these Dark Times of Peace, the ship and its many inhabitants are assaulted by traitors and mutants from within, deranged aliens from space or twisted abominations born from an unholy place in space or within the warp.
It's the fifty-fifth millennium and there is only war.