Prologue
A figure in jet black armour with a crimson finish draped in a glossy black cape with a crimson interior approached a young boy facing a hologram in the main tent, clad in the same armour yet his emitted a faint glow, giving off an awe-inspiring radiance and his cape had a golden finish at the edges.
The young boy, without turning around to face his new visitor voiced out in a calm voice.
“Tribunus Selena, how goes the setting of the camp?”
The figure kneels down on one knee bringing her right hand to her left chest in a salute with her face facing the ground.
“Most of the troops have already begun to prep their weapons for battle milord.” She said with utmost reverence.
“Have the centurions oversee the routine patrols of the camp and I want everyone battle ready within the hour.”
“This one hears and obey!” She replied before exiting the tent in a graceful manner.
This young boy is one of the 13 Legion Masters commanding over the Imperial Reapers, supersoldiers of the Great Arcadian Empire which is currently at war with the rest of the galaxy while beset on all sides by world-devouring Xenos. The Imperial Troopers, the backbone of the empire prove no match for these Xenos so these Imperial Reapers are the only thing that stands between the horrors lying in wait in this unforgiving galaxy and the Great Arcadian Empire. Selena Alveraz who holds the rank of Tribunus is his second in command and loyal aid.
Just as the youth began to ponder deep in thought about the upcoming battle, sounds of gunfire followed by several explosions echoed over the sands some distance away from the camp.
The youth startled, exits the camp immediately to assess the situation. He finds Selena rushing to his position before coming to a position of attention followed by the rest of the camp as they were now in the presence of their Legion Master.
“Disperse with the formalities.” The youth said in a clear tone just as Selena was about to salute him.
“As you wish milord. Our scouts inform us of a battle raging on 50 Khins North of our position sir!” ( Authors note: 1 Khin = 1 Kilometer )
“What?! The Ravager hive should not have arrived so soon… It can’t be them. That just leaves… THOSE FOOLS!” He exclaimed in fury with his fists clenched.
Selena along with the rest of the camp flinched from the sudden outburst of anger from their Legion Master.
“Tribunus Selena!”
“Sir!”
“Deploy the men post-haste and meet me there!” The youth orders in a loud voice as he runs off into the distance.
“REAPERS OF THE BLACK LEGION! Move out!” Selena’s voice booms across the camp.
“Aye, Lord Tribunus!” The voices of the men echoed back as one throughout the camp.
***
What happens when 12 legions of the Imperial Reapers each 12,000 men strong composed solely of genetically enhanced supersoldiers outfitted with the best weapons and armour the empire could offer if they were to engage in a massive free for all?
The answer would be, a complete bloodbath.
50 Khins from the Black Legion’s camp.
12 factions with 12,000 men from each side currently clashing in a massive free for all. Limbs flying in the air followed by fountains of blood as they engage in a massive pit of close quarters combat dying all in the vicinity a deep crimson with the blood of their comrades. Those in the rear ranks provided support by spraying hails of bullets out of their X-9 Gunblades, tearing through any poor soul found on the receiving end. Magus’ from all sides wrecking havoc, instantly reducing tens and hundreds of men to airborne chunks of flesh and blood by using spells that cause the air to combust and explode. At the heart of the battle, Legion Masters easily cut down men by the dozens with each swing of their weapons.
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The youth swiftly dashed to the scene with his sword drawn out beside him using the momentum to leap across thousands of men, deep into the heart of the battle.
“ENOUGH!”
The voice of the youth boomed out to every corner of the battlefield as he slammed his sword into the ground as he lands, hollowing out a crater half a Khin wide and creating a shockwave that sent men from all sides flying back into the crowd, as the bodies of their comrades cushioned their fall. As a result of the impact, the surrounding area became shrouded in dust.
As a result of the sudden intrusion, everyone halted their actions and prepared for the worst from this unknown aggressor.
The men from all sides made way for the Legion Masters as they rushed to the scene.
The floating dust gradually settled to reveal a figure with an overwhelming presence in the middle of the crater, a presence that seemed completely mismatched with the cute face of a young boy no older than 16. The face of the boy was filled with fury directed at the Legion Masters that stood before him.
“Legion Master Paul Julius Raizer of the Black Legion, what is the meaning of this?” Jeremiah Gearing, Legion Master of the Silver Moon inquired the youth in a cautious tone. He knows all too well, that the youth that stood before him was not one to be trifled with.
At this moment, the Reapers of the Black Legion arrive on scene as well, to find that their supreme commander had already put a halt to this bloodbath.
“What is the meaning of this?”
“WHAT is the meaning of THIS?!” The youth exclaimed in anger referring to the current state of the 12 legions.
“WHY ARE THE LOT OF YOU, BASHING EACH OTHERS’ BRAINS OUT IN THE EVE OF BATTLE?! Be it your twisted senses of rivalry or your long histories of grievances, this has gone far enough!”
“Let these words be forever etched down in history, echoing throughout the deepest parts of the galaxy! I, Paul Julius Raizer! Lay claim on the title Legatus pro Praetore of the 13 legions, Imperial Reapers of the Great Arcadian Empire! Let he who dares challenge my claim come forth and let his name be known!” Paul declared, pushing his power to the limits, infusing it into his words in the hopes of it reaching the ends of this battlefield.
Paul’s aura in this very moment filled the entire battlefield and brought every men to their knees in submission. Men regardless of their power knelt before him unable to defy the power forcing them down.
Unbeknownst to him, every being throughout the galaxy could hear his words ringing in their heads while every being within 10,000 planetary systems of the planet were brought to their knees, be it human or Xeno, emperors, kings, queens and beasts alike, all were brought to their knees, baffled at what was happening. Only a scarce few were able to remain standing…
The once chaotic battlefield now eerily silent as not even the breaths of the men could be heard.
“Now fall in line, or fall by my blade. What say you?”
“We the Silver Scars, 1st legion of Imperial Reapers of the Great Arcadian Empire! Pledge our lives and swear in the name of the Great Arcadian Empire to that we shall faithfully execute all that the Legatus pro Praetore commands nor seek to avoid death for the Great Arcadian Empire!”
Now being able to breathe, the voices of the Legion Masters echoed out one by one followed by the rest of their legions as they placed their right hands on their chest in salute.
The sky above them slowly becomes engulfed in darkness and the sounds of cannons firing could be heard from space.
The Ravagers, had come. The invasion, had begun.
“Imperial Reapers of the 13 legions, rally on me!” Paul ordered in an absolute tone as he heads out to the front of the army.
The Imperial Reapers formed up behind him with such discipline that would leave on in awe, with their Legion Masters at the head of their ranks. The Imperial Reapers formed a battle ready army within seconds.
An Imperial Battlecruiser came crashing down from orbit engulfed in flames and exploded over the horizon. Debris from the remains of destroyed Imperial ships came raining down on the battlefield, dragged into the planet’s atmosphere as the battle raged on in space. Spores from the main hive began falling into the atmosphere and embedding themselves into the terrain of the ground below.
“WE! THE IMPERIAL REAPERS OF THE GREAT ARCADIAN EMPIRE SHALL NO LONGER STAND DIVIDED AS THE 13 LEGIONS BUT AS ONE ARMY ONCE MORE! A POWER ONCE FRACTURED NOW WHOLE! DESPAIR, THOSE WHO STAND BEFORE US AS OUR ENEMY FOR TOGETHER WE ARE THE HARBRINGERS OF DEATH ITSELF! DEATH TO THE ENEMIES OF THE EMPIRE!”
“DEATH TO THE ENEMIES OF THE EMPIRE!” The ground shook as the war cry of 156,000 men rang out.
“Now dye these sands black with the blood of these wretched Xenos!”
“CHAARGE!”
A dragon roared out from behind them and took to the skies, moving out ahead of the army.
And the ground trembled beneath the charge of 156,000 Reapers.
This is the beginning of the legend of Paul Julius Raizer, Legatus pro Praetore of the 13 Legions, Legion Master of the Black Legion, and saviour of the Great Arcadian Empire in it’s darkest hour.
Every legend must have a beginning and an end, and his... is only beginning.
Read on to uncover the past of Paul J. Raizer and the story of how a boy, became a living legend.
Extra notes:
1 Khin = 1 Kilometer
Extra scene:
While the once divided Legions now finally acting as one, somewhere else in another galaxy far far away...
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