“They descend from the heavens like a maelstrom of destruction.
Everything they seek and everything that they find lies in ruins, for
they are of a lost age. Though if they do find the treasure they seek, a
new Age of Strife may come upon us all.”
**Recovered Journal Fragment from the merchant brig Solace of dawn, 710.M41**
...ship attacked by unknown xenos. We are adrift and venting atmosphere...Astropath Talisha is missing, and more likley dead...days out from ntharis....pilgrimage to Damaris. We were attacked without provocation. I don't recall much of the attack...remember the screaming and the inhuman screeching; nothing human could have made that noise, nothing holy. They were monsters, oh, holy God-Emperor, please help...they stormed our ship...crawling on the ceiling...moving like ravenous hound or strange insects. I saw them grab those who got and in the way. If they they didn't kill them with thouse blades, they ripped out chunks and ate them while they were still alive... Now there are only a few of us left alive. The rest they took with them...fate awaits them. I only hop hope that...[DATA FRAGMENT CORRUPTED]
Aaand you're wrong again there. There's no 'Winning' or 'Losing', because that would imply that there is an end to it.
There's only a changing of hands and allegiances. Entire worlds change hands every day. There's only the endless, bitter, bloody struggle for survival. And I can guarantee that you will fall, heretic dog.
I do repeat my statement, that is a well-made piece of work. It's not the horrible propaganda that you always see, either. Nice and Realistic.
(In advance, I apologize for the horrendous grammar used in the post you commented on. I wrote that back in the days when I was a worthless Guardsman.)