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"Just a minute." Jaina's voice echoed hollowly inside the barrel-shaped hulk of corroded machinery that took up half of her quarters.

Tyyr wrote:Calling Jaina a pampered princess completely and totally misses her character. It's not even bad characterization, it's totally not even knowing what it should be.

Cpl Kendall wrote:Well now she's free to start shatting all over the Gears of War franchise.

Sionnach Glic wrote:

Cpl Kendall wrote:Well now she's free to start shatting all over the Gears of War franchise.

And f***ing that series up completely as well, if half of what I've heard is true.

I swear, Travis must have a fetish for genetically-enhanced super soldiers. Next thing you know she'll be writing 40K books.

Sionnach Glic wrote:Next thing you know she'll be writing 40K books.

It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred weeks the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a few dozen worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom twenty souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.

Yet Even In his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Limited battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Tiny armies give battle in his name on a couple of worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Ad'ept'us A's'tar'tes, the Space Mandos, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are nothing: the irrelevant Imperial Guard and no planetary defence forces, the Space Mandos are more than enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and Jedi.

To Be A man in such times is to be one amongst untold dozens. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.