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Just a random thing I wrote thought I would share



Year. 998.M41, Pos. Planet designation: Talamar II, Segmentum Pacificus


I remember dying.

I remember the fire and screaming as my comrades and I perished in the explosion.

My eyes snapped open, the murky brown of the cloud filled sky dominated my vision. Gently I raised my hands to my face. Blood coated them from several gashes on my palms and wrists. I pull myself into a sitting position and examine my immediate vicinity, seeing the blackened skeleton of the Chimera my squad was riding in.

I remember the hull shuddering and tearing as anti-tank weaponry hit the flanks, Krak missiles most likely.

I closed my eyes and shook my head to try dispel the startlingly clear visions from my mind.

Visions . . . . Or memories?

I managed to haul myself to my feet, rewarding myself with several wet crunches as my bones loosened. How long had I been lying there? Checking my hands again, I could have sworn the cuts I had were bigger last time I looked at them. I tried to speak, but all that emerged from my throat was a hoarse cough.

What is my name? Where am I?

I felt around my neck for my cognomen tags, finding melted chunks of dulled metal burnt to my shirt. I peeled one off and tried to find a name, managing to garner a name:

Pius.
I am the Harbinger!

What was that? Where did that thought come from?
I turn to my left and see the mangled corpse of my brother in arms lying face down in the mud. I lift the remains of my weapon – the grip and stock of my lasgun.
As I stand there the sounds of the world around me slowly fade into existence, except . . . there is something else on the edge of my hearing . . . something. . .

I remember the juddering of the Chimera as it drove over a small rise, seconds before the explosions.

I see a dust cloud moving across the horizon, I see the remains of my regiment. Bodies by the hundred, black and burnt out shell of Chimera Transports. I feel an itch on my hands, but find nothing – under the crusted blood my skin is unmarked.

I remember Sergeant Gredison’s harsh voice as he told as to mount up back at Forward Position Echo 3-1-1.

Suddenly a pain like nothing I can remember washes over me. I scream, causing the back of my throat to split and weep blood into my mouth. I struggle to remain standing but fail, and I fall to my knees.

I remember seeing an Angel torn down and bloody, Death standing over his bleeding out form.

I fall into the foetal position and shake uncontrollably

I remember . . . WHY AM I SEEING THIS? What is happening to me?

I pass out from pain.