A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 354, Thursday
December 20th, 2018
Chapter Four: Mele
Every soldier knew that certain death awaited them, they were past the point of caring.
They had accepted it.
The expeditionary forces were gallant, remaining calm and poised even as every other ship in their coterie was blown to pieces.
Only a tiny group of senior commanders appeared nervous, those who had something to lose. They were agitated and sweating, everyone except the High Priest, a legendary figure that virtually every soldier worshipped as a living God.
They landed under heavy fire, seemingly led by the volleys of missiles and energy weapons to a specific location.
There was gravity, and there was an envelope of oxygen on the heated metal surface of HomeWorld.
They were expected.
They knew that there was no retreat. They had to advance or perish.
They did both, advancing a little while being slaughtered en masse.
They were met by a myriad of drones as they tread across the lighted surface. A single drone had the power to cut through the shell of a planet, they were more deadly than anything in the imperial armada.
The drones cut the landing power down to a small contingent.
They found their way to a vestibule that led them into the infrastructure of HomeWorld. For a moment they felt safe.
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