Alexan comes up to me and of course, I kindly greet him. Jarkinn’s face turns grim and gloomy holding the same number on his fingers.

“Two things,” he said pausing for a second and I patiently wait for him to continue. “We are dealing with a cult, the commander’s name was Father Micah but Samvally dealt with him. The second is that the same person nonconsensually kissed me!”

I was completely surprised and I pulled out my Scipio pattern bolt gun then angrily hopped down the railing.

“Samvally!” I shout clocking my gun in my left grip getting the attention of all the guardsmen, he greets me but I punch him in the visor putting giant cracks on the tinted glass. Sending Hadrian’s guardsman flying across a few feet, he pushes himself up doing knee sits but I put my gun right to his forehead. Stopping any resistance, Hadrian stays in a corner not wanting to get involved.

“Everyone, huddle around and listen about this unworthy schmuck!” I said with him looking at my side and the gun, “A little chimera told me that this person was trying to manipulate a loyal Endymion guardsman and also harassing the same guard even though he has a girlfriend!”

That last sentence made my entire regiment pissed off to Samvally as Alexan came down. He got my permission to kill the bastard that tried to manipulate him.

“Woah shouldn’t I do it?” Hadrian said making every Endymion look at him with a ‘NO’ face. Gabriel, one of the greatest soldiers using hellmelters and lasrife.

“Vodlun is the private commissar of the first regiment and that extends to yours also.”

Samvally laughs condescendingly, obviously trying to get Hadrian to side with him. He turns his head in bitter disappointment making tons of my soldiers laughing. “You are not even competent to be one, that’s why I tried to manipulate Alexan so he would make a name of himself under Bador's wing.”

“You're not good at these manipulation plots and you fucked up. Because we treat each others like brothers, unlike your inefficient lies.” Jarkinn crouches grabbing his hair then points his gun with a giant sound ringing out, we see Samvally with a gaping hole between his eyes. Me and the regiments go to a town outside of a hive with the rain falling, Oliver said that it is common for this side of Endymion as the planet is one of the important agriculture in this sector with the town seems empty. It’s small but the buildings are somewhat technological to an extent but some streetlights are on and Colm is right next to his younger brother with Ragnar following behind him. Some swords are poking out of the ground, Gabriel Bylon and I go there to check on these swords that were regular and finds tattered vestments tied to the hilt with a cryptic sentence.

“For the sun to die and the plot arise, we must commit atrocities for the will of the rightful master so the loyal war harbingers fall.” Bylon looks at it in stun as the planet’s population considers the harbingers to be sacred then I get up, using one of the swords as leverage.

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“This can’t be a coincidence.” Gabriel said in a melancholic voice. Obviously feeling unwell from reading that heretical paper.

“Are you okay? I wouldn’t be mad.” I said to which he looks at me and flashes a painful smile. “Then let’s keep exploring then.”

Fafran suggests to move into the alley so I order a group that Oliver will lead to the roofs giving us extra eyes, surveying like vultures. I will command the ground squad and Hadrian leads his squad in another alley across the road. Everyone could tell that Hadrian is starting to become contempt of us given the fact that we destroyed his authority by Alexan killing Samvally. I move forward with Ragnar next to my side even though he has a childlike demeanor that when pushed will be flipped into a monster blasting that machine cannon in both of his calloused hands.

We move forward with Oliver telling us no one is there and when we get to the main road. receive a call of a cultist platoon marching down the street, all of us take cover behind walls.

“When I shoot the leader that’s a signal to kill them.” I said and Oliver tells them as they get in range for me to take the shot, the Ares Draconic started firing upon them, ruining everything.

“What the hell!” said Gabriel and a couple of them died with a Draconic screaming in agonizing pain, one of my bullets found its way to a cultist and she collapsed without no noise. Rain was carrying blood to the sewer drain as Cultist, Draconic, and Endymion guardsmen that I didn’t know die all around us. I fire a couple of shots grazing some and hitting others with Charlie killing the leader of the platoon with the group of them dead and Oliver’s group jump down with Charlie hanging on Jarkinn’s back they take the cloaks from the dead guardsmen as a sign of honor and for the next brave troopers to join. We go to the middle of the town’s road and so does wounded Draconic, I congratulate Colm’s younger sibling.

“What the fuck was that?” Elim said bluntly having his arms out, tons of fellow guardsmen cross their arms in discontent. “We had a plan and if you didn’t fire your guns alarming them, then there wouldn’t be so many deaths!”

Hadrian waist cape bottom had holes in it.

“You took too long.” a Draconic said making all of us look at him pissed off, now are we working fucking geriatric grandmas. There’s was a strategy, an end goal but Bador’s troops shitted on it.

“That’s what a plan is. We can’t run in like chickens without heads!” Galen scoffs with Fafran agreeing with Vawne.

“Hadrian, you are thinking irrationally, some of your men died in agony and you didn’t do anything… just sat there!” said Desmon taking a seat on the sidewalk’s edge with a heavy sigh and gripping his cloak’s sides. Bador walks away but before he got out of earshot range, other guardsmen, that are beefy, carry their dead friends alongside Samvally.

“You need to calm down!” I shout that didn’t get his attention but he probably listen. We sat in a destroyed tavern, drinking beer and Charlie has juice, just calming ourselves down.

“Well, let’s stay here for some time, and talk about anything.” Yorbec said. Full beard, tattoo of a three-headed dragon on the side of his face, and muscular but lanky stature. He’s wearing standard Endymion armor completed with the cloak, and dark blue pants.

“Yeah, but holy shit, did any of you guys remember Charlie beating the fuck outta another kid. Wasn’t he a bully?” Caftan said, remembering the whole ordeal.

“Now that you mention it, wasn’t it at a kicking game?” Colm asks, chugging from the mug.

“Let’s see the man of the hour confirming it,” I said, leaning back and yells his name. “Charlie, did you punch a bully during one of those sports games?”

“Desmon, come on! But yes, I certainly did.” everyone cheers, certainly living up the mood. I ruffle his black hair, joking about not wanting to get bit by a war dog. Vawne hops over the counter, getting one of the strongest liquor and shot glasses.

“For the War Harbingers and may Endymion live forever!” All of us shout in unison, taking a swig and slamming the cups down.