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Chapter 14
Chapter 14 November 3,390 BC Earth: Sata'an Forward Operating Base Lieutenant Kasib KASIB "May our lord, god convey their sprits into the Dreamtime," the field-chaplain droned on, "and immortalize their deeds forever in pursuit of the glory of the Empire." "Peace be upon his name," Lieutenant Kasib uttered the familiar prayer. He pressed his claws against his forehead, his snout and his heart, signaling his devotion to forever think, to speak, and to always serve wholeheartedly their emperor and god. With a sigh, he rose up from the small, ornate prayer-mat where he'd kneeled for the last two hours in memoriam of five good men who'd lost their lives. A poster of an elaborately dressed red dragon had been haphazardly taped to the tent behind the place where the chaplain stood giving
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