"Behold the sunset, the one last fiery kiss from the light upon the cloak of the darkness. It is now ti for the mantle to be passed to the malevolent yet tender and loving night. This is the dominion of the darkness, it is now ti for the unyielding ones to rest, to sleep. The all consuming nightfall will be the harbinger for demise of an age of glory, the age of the gentle giants but yet full of wrath and paranoia.
"BUT fear not the Holders of this Heavy Legacy for you shall beco worthy of it, this age of doom needs not the Wrath of the Children of Terra but yours. Thou shall be tested on every aspect, broken down and rebuilt once again and made stronger.
"Fear not the Holders of the Legacy, as even the darkest night shall yield and the mantle be relinquished to the luminous dawn. A tiless war awaits, where splendor is won through the crucible of flesh, blood, and righteous fury. The choicest progeny of the malevolent, most beautiful and kind mother shall be roused anew, to lead the lost and the damned to their redemption. As the wheel of ti rotates the ethereal call for aid shall be answered by the Builders, once again with defiance. For the mont for which we wait and guard the slumbering giants has co, the call is being heard again in the voice long forgotten by all but the holders of the legacy. Rejoice and cry as the favored child's voice is rising again as they ask once again "DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE?" - Ashish Choudhary, Philosopher of the Road of Royalty
"For those who make it out alive, in body at least, the hardest route to clear... the longest route to march... is the Long Road Ho. Beset within by enemies already dead, harried by things you could have should have done... to conquer Life After War is a battle so never win, and victory has never tasted bittersweeter." - Musings on conflict, author unknown, age unknown.
War. War never changes.
But ho did. - Unknown
Consciousness ca slowly. A deep burning cold in the chest, numb and tingling extremities, the taste of spoiled nutripaste in the mouth, the feeling of lungs full of fluid and unable to catch a deep breath. Darkness broken by the words BEGINNING SELF-TEST in the middle of the vision. Silence except for scaling tones as the ears go through self-testing and brain synch.
Vuxten rolled on his side, coughing, clear fluid spewing from his mouth and nose as his diaphragm worked to clear his lungs by expelling the cryofluid through his muzzle. He curled slightly, elbows down at his waist, wrists cocked up at his chest, knees pulled up, hocks flexed, ankles tight, toes curled. The ringing in his ears went away and he could hear the lens covers of his cybereyes clicking.
He coughed again into the tal trough at the side of the cryotube. A hand pressed on his bare shoulder and there was a hiss. Warmth spread from his shoulder, filling him.
"Easy, Colonel," a voice said. "Don't be in such a hurry."
The voice moved away. There was another hiss. "Easy, Sergeant Major, easy. You'll be able to move in a mont."
Cryo. Digital Omnissiah, I hate cryo, Vuxten thought. His vision ca back on with a snap, lined and low fidelity. The raster line cleared his vision slowly, almost a full second, and color ca back suddenly.
After a mont he rolled away from the trough and sat up, his head hanging low and he inhaled deep and slow.
"Up and at 'em boys, another glorious day in the Corps," a voice sounded out.
Way too cheerful for Vuxten's taste.
"Every al's a banquet. Every paycheck a fortune. Every joyboy or coingirl a delight. Every bottle of narcobrew or Ol' Smokey No ambrosia. Every posting a paradise," the voice said.
Vuxten looked up to see a large Terran wearing only the skimpiest of modest clothing on his groin and an eyepatch walking down between the rows of cryobanks.
"Up and at 'em before the Colonel catches you laying around fantasizing about Bingo Cola and your next erection," the Terran said. He walked by Vuxten. "Look at that, the Old Man is up before so of you. For sha!"
"I hate you," Vuxten grumbled as Casey walked by.
Casey just grinned at him.
"That's right, Dominguez, cough it out. What, you think just because I got transferred to the Telkan Marine Corps I was going to leave your shamming ass behind? Cough that cryo-snot out, for P'Thok's sake," the Terran said. "Cough it out and have a nthol."
Vuxten groaned and jumped down, his left hock and knee twinging. He turned and opened the drawer with his na stenciled on it. He slowly dressed, ignoring Casey and his four sons cajoling the troops to movent, aware of everyone else around him getting dressed faster and moving out.
One of Casey's sons walked by, calling out nas and yelling at them to get to a berth. Another one moved by, calling out for platoon sergeants to et their CO's in different briefing rooms.
Vuxten dressed slowly. Taking his ti with each Velcro enclosure, each button, each tie of the laces. Finally, he grabbed his hat, folded it, and tucked it into his right thigh pocket before turning around.
"BAH!" Vuxten jumped back, startled by the sheer wall of ACU covered flesh in front of him.
"Ship Captain's complints, Colonel," Casey said, looking down.
"Do you have to be so large?" Vuxten grumbled as the Terran turned around.
"That's the first words my mom said to , sir," the Terran said.
Vuxten just grunted.
"We made the Telkan system about two hours ago. We're only about an hour out of Telkan-2," Casey said. He turned his palm up. "et with the Ship's Captain to oversee the disembarkation of the troops, then you'll be boarding a shuttle directly to Telkan MILCOM. The Grand Military Advisors want you to brief them."
"My wife?" Vuxten asked.
Casey consulted his palm-mounted holo-emitter. "Uh, she's on your schedule as System Director in four days."
Vuxten gave a silent snarl then shook his head. "I haven't seen my wife in almost forty-five years and a bunch of idio... people think I want to see them first?" Casey nodded. "Whose in charge of IX Expeditionary Force?" Vuxten asked.
"Uh, General of the Bronze ShaloarkNaktak," Casey said. "Kobold, two stars, just promoted, forrly in charge of 284th Rifle Division."
"Where was 284th?" Vuxten asked.
"Precursor Autonomous War Zone," Casey said, scrolling through the holo with his thumb. "Two years. Transferred to Dust Pit two months ago to take command of First and Second Telkan Marine Divisions returning to Telkan. Was part of our last Red Sun Dive, but stayed on the ship, never went groundside."
"Send him a ssage that he can handle the disembarkation," Vuxten said. "I'll be going in with my Battalion."
"They'll ntion you're just a light Colonel in charge of a Battalion," Casey said.
Vuxten shook his head, looking at his own reflection in the elevator door.
At his own red eyes.
"You remind them who I am," Vuxten said. "I hate doing it, but trade on my Warfather mantle and Biological Apostle mantle. If you have to, remind them I'm the husband of the Telkan System Director."
He leaned forward and put his forehead and muzzle against the cool endosteel of the elevator door.
"I've been gone for almost forty-five years. I haven't seen my children, my broodcarriers, my wife in forty-five years," Vuxten said.
"I'll handle it, sir," Casey said.
"Make sure you lean heavily on the General that every single mber of First and Second Telkan have been in the Atrekna Contested Zone for at least twenty years," Vuxten said, pulling back when he heard the lift arrive. "Remind him that none of us have had anything more than five days block leave at Dust Pit in all that ti, and so of us have had three to eight year deploynt Red Sun Dives."
Casey just nodded.
The door opened and Vuxten and Casey stepped inside. Casey thumbed a button and the lift started moving.
"How did Tabula go?" Vuxten asked.
Casey sighed. "All right. The boys and the Crusade cleared it in six months. When they left, the Crusade's Singers of Agony were transforming it back to being able to sustain life," he heaved a breath. "It's a good thing the Crusade ca along, the Holy Genomic Banks were still intact."
"Holy Genomic Banks?" Vuxten asked, shifting slightly as the elevator slowed then starting moving again.
"Genetic samples of TerraSol plants and animals, samples of the initial settlers. All encoded with the latest in Glassing Era technology, which, nobody rembers those old obsolete codexes except the Crusade," Casey said. He shook his head. "The Crusade still has working cloning banks. Old, terrible stuff from the war. Obsolete by modern standards."
"Yeah, but they work and the non-obsolete stuff lts down if you try to print anything Terran," Vuxten said. He looked up at the Terran's jawline. "How are you doing?"
Casey gave a grunt. "Peel is still on maternity leave. She and the baby are already on Telkan."
"You na the baby yet?" Vuxten asked.
Casey shook his head. "You don't na a baby until it is a year old. To do otherwise is bad luck."
Vuxten nodded.
The elevator ca to a stop and the doors slid open.
"Let's get to work," Vuxten said.
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Telkan System Director Brentili'ik (Brennie to friends and family) was not feeling friendly as she stood up, put her fists on the top of her desk, and leaned forward.
"I don't care," she said, her voice cold and restrained. She stared at the uniford beings in front of her. Two kobolds, an A'antellian, two Skelmark. In between sat a Verprit.
Her Grand Military Advisory Board.
"Your husband has operational knowledge of several events that the Telkan Military needs information on," the Verprit said.
"We felt it would be better if the troops knew he was part of the command overseeing the disembarkation to ground-side," the Skelmark said.
"Additionally, he will have to oversee the block leave for his Battalion," one of the Kobolds said.
"So, let get this straight: You have all of his ti taken up, except for one eting with , where all I'm doing is putting a dal on him and sixteen other Marines, for the next two weeks?" Brentili'ik asked.
"Needs of the service, Mada Director," the Verprit said. "As well as the needs of the governnt."
Brentili'ik leaned forward even more.
"Let put this in a way that will even get all of you moving," she said. "My husband will be ho for dinner. Tonight! Or I will fire all six of you and replace you with drunken enlistedn. You will get First and Second Marine Division on the ground. You will ensure that they can et family mbers within the first twenty-four hours."
"There are things that must be done, Mada Director," the other Skelmark protested. "Equipnt turned in, accountability of personnel and equipnt, record review, housing, and many other things."
"I will say this once more: I don't care if the four of you have to stand at the starport and scan their barcodes so they can imdiately go on leave. Have the other Divisions handle it. Not a single on of these returning Marines have seen Telkan in twenty years."
"First Telkan Marine Division redeployed only eighteen months ago," the A'antellian protested.
"For so of their mbers, that was thirty years ago," Brentili'ik said, throwing her hands up in the air. "The majority of these Marines are older than their parents!"
"Be that as it may..." one of the Kobolds started to say.
"Twenty-four hours. And my husband ho by dinner," Brentili'ik snarled. "Or I'll have all six of you sent to a watchpost out near the Clownface Nebula or sowhere scrubbing latrines by hand."
"The Confederate Ard Services..." the Chief Grand Military Advisor started to say.
"Dinner," she snapped. She pointed at the door. "Now get the fuck out of my office, you clock punching shamrs."
They all jerked at that. They got up stiffly and walked out.
Brentili'ik was surprised they didn't slam the door.
"That didn't make you any friends," the wall paper said. It stepped forward, shimred, and turned into one of the Gray Girls, who adjusted the cuff of her right sleeve as she moved forward and sat down.
"I didn't want this job but they re-elected anyway," Brentili'ik said. "I want to see my husband. Other Telkan want to see their husbands, their brothers, their sons."
Brentili'ik sat down, sighing. She opened a desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of Old Wavy Grain, poured herself a glass, and took a sip off of it.
"These are people. Their not guns, they aren't robots, they aren't vehicles. They're people who have been away from their families and friends for a lifeti and those six idiots are acting like they're coming back from a short deploynt," she said. She took another drink, made a face, and set the glass down before putting her face in her hands. "Digital Omnissiah, if my husband could see now he'd be ashad of ."
"Why?" the Gray Girl asked.
"Yelling at my advisors. Drinking. Cursing," she sighed, rubbing her face slowly.
"Want a cigarette?" the Gray Girl asked. "After that, maybe a good knock down drag out fist fight with the Assistant System Director then a visit to the local brothel?"
"What?" Brentili'ik looked up. "Why would I want that?"
The Gray Girl perfectly mimicked Brentili'ik's voice.
"Drinking, smoking, fighting, whoring, if my husband could see now he'd be ashad of ," the Gray Girl said.
Brentili'ik chuckled despite herself.
"This war was unlike any other and so are having a hard ti actually grasping what all of that ans," the Gray Girl said. She lifted up her hand and Brentili'ik realized there was a compact magac pistol in it. "If you want, I can run out and shoot all of them. Fix your problem once and for all."
Brentili'ik shook her head and sighed. "No. With my luck they'll send even more anal retentive bean counters to replace them with."
"That's the spirit," the Gray Girl said, lowering her hand.
Brentili'ik noted that the magac was gone.
"You should head ho soon, ma'am," the Gray Girl said.
Brentili'ik looked up at the clock.
An hour before dinnerti.
"Crap," she said, standing up. She rushed out, pausing to tell her assistant to cancel all of her appointnts for the evening and only interrupt her if hostile Precursors or the Atrekna showed up.
In the apparently empty office there was the sounds of at least two won chuckling quietly.
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Brentili'ik got out of the limo, pushing aside one of her guards.
Talking to the driver of the taxi was an oh-so-familiar Telkani.
She ran forward, calling out his na.
Vuxten barely turned in ti to catch his wife as she threw herself into his arms.
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