A moments peace.

I sit on the embarkation deck. The glow globes provided almost no light. That really didn’t matter, because I am alone here. There is nothing but the sound of the engines and my own thoughts. A mortal would say that, in this moment, I am “wallowing in self pity. Though I feel certain that another trans-human would say the same thing. But I think I have earned this moment.

My mind takes me back to when the deck was alive with movement. Covered with so much movement it was on oar with a any colony, the many gears of my legion in movement to bring war to another world. How many worlds had there been? Hundreds? Thousands? Did it really matter?

They had called me breach fodder then. They weren’t far off then, it took time to earn a name. On this deck and all those worlds I had. And the name I had earned and given so much to earn had long ago passed into nothingness.

“All for nothing” I say into the darkness. I know there will be no reply, but it had to be said. Centuries spent in siege works, in escalates, storming breeched walls, and breaking crews in bordings. All for nothing. We brought ruin to the golden Imperium that we helped build, and now in our boredom bring ruin to each other. A said state for we the disciplined sons of our Father of Iron. Even he sits sulking behind his walls, on that dead plant in the eye. It’s enough to make a a man laugh. Though I am far from that. I reach out for my shield my armor whining in the darkness. I press the helmet back on my head locking the seals with a quick movement. My moment has passed and there is always a war to fight.