0700 Hours
The Following Is The Audio Entry of Gladius Centuriae Operative Lucius Longinus, codenamed Helvetii
War isn't as simple as one would think. When I grew up I always thought that was the case, good versuses evil, the righeous versus the wicked and that good will always prevail over evil and the order of the world shall remain as it is, peace and harmonious. But this war was something different, for years, the children of Ulthrannic history classes all over the Empire were taught that the Urarailians were marauding barbarians, taking what they want and pillaging the land before them. But what are the Auvohm then? Are they divine justice onto whom we judge as barbaric in nature or is it just another evil fighting another evil, then does that make us good? I'm not even sure if I am the good guy amongst my band, are we too an iron fist disguised under the velvet glove? Ulthranius only knows.
I don't know why we blindly accepted the Emperor's orders, just the usual non-sense, for the glory of the Empire and justice and yaddah yaddah yaddah. But why must we slay these men and women, who probably have families they go home to, friends they want to see again and lives that they just want to live out in peace. Peace, the very word is poison to the hell that we are about to embark on, we saw the pictures from Port Maw, both sides didn't care for it. We all talked about how if Portus Agrilum was under assault the Ulthrannic Army would have thrown the invaders back into the water and her ships into scrap metal, but that illusion was to bolster our 'superiority'.
I'm scared, for the first time in my hundreds of deployments as apart of Gladius Centuriae, I am scared. Hell isn't fire, it is frozen wastelands; Hell was Urarail...and we were about to jump right in. I am scared that I am about to end life of people whose front door was kicked in and while they mend that breach, we are the burglurs who lockpicked the kitchen door and stab them in the back.
*audible sigh, followed by a snigger*
But the world sees us as the destroyers of regimes, the defenders of Ulthranius' Dream, the breakers of the tide. They call us Sword Company, the Britannians do; I suppose an appropriate translation of our unit's name. We are instruments of death, ambassadors of war...Is a man like me supposed to show this...kind of humanity? And why now of all times! I blindly followed the orders of my commander and hiked along the coastline 'so that the Urarailians don't get suspisious' and the border isn't further from here. I suppose tha....
...Hey Helvetii! get off your ass and on your feet! Not much further from the checkpoint!
Okay! Okay! give me a sec would ya, i'm recording!
Recording?! I don't care if you are cyber-fucking the Emperor, I am not getting on the Centurion's badside, now hurry up before we are behind schedule!
We are infront of the other teams! a minute won't hurt! Anyway, if you are listening to this and any other of my recordings...this was my last mission...
Hurry Up!
Alright Alright! Sweet fucking Ulthranius abov....
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