A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 336, Sunday
December 2nd, 2018
Chapter Seven: Purpose
Throughout the Empire the multitudes gathered; the outcasts, the unknown, the untouchables. They were the overwhelming majority, outnumbering all other castes and classes of people, on every world throughout the Imperium.
On a million worlds there was conflict. It rose like the sudden waves of a tsunami, the untouchables gathered and seemed to coordinate their activities as if they were linked by an atavistic consciousness.
They were driven by more than common purpose, they were connected in a group mind.
The battles devastated the aristocracies on every world. Millions perished as they pressed their assault with bricks and bats, with their bare hands, against the police stations and armies, and the private security forces that protected the elite.
They evinced no fear as they were cut down by projectiles, explosives and energy weapons.
The survivors pressed their victory against any who represented the Empire, the Continuum and the Collective, on every world they pressed to secure their gains. They did not stop to loot or rest, they tore down every thing in their path pressing their assault into the temples, and the mansions behind them.
It was sheer chaos for those who faced the assault, it defied reason, and any experience they have ever had of how people behave in a theatre of war and violence.
The risked their lives and perished in vast numbers, and they did so without fear of pain or death, reprisal, revenge or failure.
Rebellious Observers in the vanguard of the rebel assault knew that they had this one chance to press their advantage. They had to put down any counter-attack that was launched against them, and they had to spend the strength of the masses so that they would be to weak to resist their influence when everything was said and done.
If they failed, their bid to reorganize the Empire would be disaster.
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