Walking through the halls I hear the echoes of every step. Taking pleaure in the lonelyness and letting it fill the voids left in me. Being ripped asunder thousands of times over the century has left me intolerable of any of their minor annoyances. There was an unexpected result, it left me stonger mentally and greatly reduced the trivial emotions that others have come to hold dear. They are weak and so easily influenced, their frail flesh and timid minds will be of use to me yet.
Wait what is that, that noise... no... whispers. How could they have found me, they have been silent for so long. The nonsensable mutters behind me, I just want to be alone. The anger and haterid is growing. Must I sacrifice more of them to quite the wispers, they come to me. I will destroy them, no I will convert them and have them suffer along with me.
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Thoughts of Warmaster Achron on the approaching Imperial fleet.
Burn... I burn and beat and power into battle, I the heart, the engine of this fine cold ship. A thousand times ten tiny souls I carry into the mealstrom and how they pray to ME not thier golden emperor when the firey fingers of their enemies reach across the void to touch me. But I am fast, I am strong and they may scratch and pry, my bones may creak but I will prevail. I will hurl the plasma horrors back and bend light to uses this universe never intended to break the keels of my would be killers. I am ship, I am home, I am a silent killer among the stars.
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