Commander Quars

Monday, September 13th 2010

The dark surface of the planet was pitted and cratered.

Vast plumes of sickly black smoke rose from burning villages.

Through this terrible scene a figure strode. It was the stride of a being of exceptional nobility. The stride of a being beautiful in mind and in body.

This was a being who understood what it was to understand.

It was the stride of of a truly angelic cresture.

Then there was a flash, an explosion, a earth-rending thunderous boom. The individual was no more. Well, apart from a momentary whimper and some choice words about injustice or something.

'Woohoo! Excellent shot trooper,' said Commander Quars, admiring the handiwork of his underling. 'From this range as well.'

'Thankyou my Lord.'

'Ahh, I remember the campaign on Treyeh when I was your age. We'd pick off a dozen messiahs before lunch and still have ammo left over for the peasantry.'