Eternal
Year 35
Another rebellion put down. You wipe your sword of blood and shake your head as you look around at the chaos. This is the Quala province, the very heartland of the Empire. You shouldn’t have to be trying to maintain order here only a few miles away from the capital itself.
“Ha ha ha! Come on bitch, give it up! I’m an Eternal, you oughta be flattered that I’m even wasting my time on your normal ass!” private Felding says as he attempts to rape a nearby girl.
You briskly walk over to Felding and pull him off her. You know damn well that the rest of his kind are probably doing stuff like this all over the place, but this one is in your direct sight and under your command.
“What the hell, captain? If you wanted first dibs you could’ve just said so! Ah look, now she’s getting away!”
“We’re here to maintain order private, not create more chaos.”
“Oh yeah? Coulda fooled me by destroying the entire town like this.”
“Regrettable, but during battle only victory matters.”
“Exactly! We won! So now it’s time to have our fun with these disobedient peasants. Y’know instill fear in them so they won’t do it again.”
“You’re not instilling fear though, you’re just satisfying your own desires.”
“Hey, who says we aren’t supposed to have fun while doing it?”
It’s like talking to a brick wall. You’ve had these “New Eternals” under your command for a few months now and they are some of the most undisciplined troops you’ve ever had. You can try to encourage them, you can try to reason with them, you can punish them, and none of it has a real effect. The only constant is that they know of your reputation and know that you’re also an Eternal, which makes them just fearful of you enough that they don’t attempt to directly challenge your authority like they have with so many of their other commanders.
If it were up to you, you would’ve had them all killed for treason as soon as they murdered their first CO, but for whatever reason the Empire wants them active. You’re guessing because the Empire’s desperate. So they were ultimately transferred to you and unfortunately you’re not allowed to kill them either…well unless they try to kill you first.
You swear this must be what it’s like to be a svelk.
They are like children, malicious hateful little children. It’s not even their suspect loyalty that baffles you; it’s their complete lack of discipline. Even Kane and Cyrus who opposed you had discipline. Hell, Edgar who was arguably the most emotional and hotheaded of the group was a hundred times more disciplined than any of these new “Eternals.” You remember back to your own training and there were a few of your fellows that didn’t learn proper discipline either. They never made it past Mistress and the few that did, didn’t survive Gruz. Whoever was in charge of their training did a horrible job and should’ve been executed for incompetence along with the rest of these vicious monsters. That old orc was right, they will destroy what’s left of the Empire, but you doubt if they’ll survive long after its downfall.
You think back to all the real Eternals. You, Edgar and Brenda are the only ones left, as Warrick killed in the final days of the Felkan War. At least you assume that’s what happened, his body was never found and you know he would’ve rather died than let himself be captured to rot in a P.O.W. Camp. Either way it’s truly a loss you never ever got to talk with him again.
From what you know Edgar is still stationed in the Arat province, probably trying to keep his own “eternals” in line to keep the peace there. As for poor Brenda you know she has her command in the Nalin province and probably still quietly grieving for Roldan.
After all you’ve been through, it’s come to this and you’re wondering what the hell you’re still fighting for. The Emperor? You haven’t cared about that unknown ruler for years. For all you know he’s some feeble minded inbred idiot figure head that his advisors keep locked away while they bumble around ruling things probably about as well as he would.
The Empire? Perhaps at one time, but as it has lost territory, respect and apparently all resemblance of sanity over the years you’ve lost all faith that it can ever regain any sort of glory it might have had, if it ever had it to begin with. You’ve tried your best to stem back the tide of chaos, but you’re only one man even if you are an Eternal.
While you ponder your potential future, private Felding interrupts you.
“Hey, cap? You’re in a bit of a daze there. So if you’re done I’m going to go now.”
“Hold on, I have one more thing to tell you.”
“(Sigh) What?” Felding says with an exasperated tone.
“You’re not a fucking Eternal. None of you little shits are.” You say and run Felding through and pull up on the sword unleashing his blood and guts onto the ground. Felding makes a high pitched scream and slumps on top of his entrails after you remove the sword.
“Shit! The cap just killed Felding!” another so called eternal shouts while he and his buddy have just come back from looting some farmer’s home. The pair of them look like they want to run, but you make it easy on them.
“Go ahead and run or stay. I don’t care anymore. I’m leaving. I will tell you this though, if the Empire sends any of you unruly scum after me, know that I shall take great pleasure in not just killing you, but in drawing it out for as long as possible. Remember this.”
And with that last warning, you leave your service to the Empire.
The question now is, where will you go? What will you do? This all feels so wrong when you think about it. You’ve killed so many for abandoning, opposing, or attempting to betray the Empire and here you are doing the same thing. Was it all for nothing? Was it worth it?
You don’t know. You always believed at the time you were right and that you were doing the right thing. Maybe you were, maybe you weren’t. You just know that you can’t serve something you don’t believe in anymore. Especially when everyone else around you doesn’t either.
Speaking of not knowing, you don’t know how to do anything except kill people. While you’re certain that you’d be able to hire your skills out somewhere, the idea of being a mercenary is a little distasteful for you. You’d rather not push the svelk comparison that far.
You could swear loyalty to another government you suppose. Perhaps the Felkan Kingdom? You’re not sure they’d want you, what with all their high tech weapons and your own government once fighting against them.
The only other alternative for you is to carve out your own territory and rule it as your own. While it’s true you do have leadership qualities, you know nothing of actually running a government. You honestly wouldn’t know where to begin.
Another rebellion put down. You wipe your sword of blood and shake your head as you look around at the chaos. This is the Quala province, the very heartland of the Empire. You shouldn’t have to be trying to maintain order here only a few miles away from the capital itself.
“Ha ha ha! Come on bitch, give it up! I’m an Eternal, you oughta be flattered that I’m even wasting my time on your normal ass!” private Felding says as he attempts to rape a nearby girl.
You briskly walk over to Felding and pull him off her. You know damn well that the rest of his kind are probably doing stuff like this all over the place, but this one is in your direct sight and under your command.
“What the hell, captain? If you wanted first dibs you could’ve just said so! Ah look, now she’s getting away!”
“We’re here to maintain order private, not create more chaos.”
“Oh yeah? Coulda fooled me by destroying the entire town like this.”
“Regrettable, but during battle only victory matters.”
“Exactly! We won! So now it’s time to have our fun with these disobedient peasants. Y’know instill fear in them so they won’t do it again.”
“You’re not instilling fear though, you’re just satisfying your own desires.”
“Hey, who says we aren’t supposed to have fun while doing it?”
It’s like talking to a brick wall. You’ve had these “New Eternals” under your command for a few months now and they are some of the most undisciplined troops you’ve ever had. You can try to encourage them, you can try to reason with them, you can punish them, and none of it has a real effect. The only constant is that they know of your reputation and know that you’re also an Eternal, which makes them just fearful of you enough that they don’t attempt to directly challenge your authority like they have with so many of their other commanders.
If it were up to you, you would’ve had them all killed for treason as soon as they murdered their first CO, but for whatever reason the Empire wants them active. You’re guessing because the Empire’s desperate. So they were ultimately transferred to you and unfortunately you’re not allowed to kill them either…well unless they try to kill you first.
You swear this must be what it’s like to be a svelk.
They are like children, malicious hateful little children. It’s not even their suspect loyalty that baffles you; it’s their complete lack of discipline. Even Kane and Cyrus who opposed you had discipline. Hell, Edgar who was arguably the most emotional and hotheaded of the group was a hundred times more disciplined than any of these new “Eternals.” You remember back to your own training and there were a few of your fellows that didn’t learn proper discipline either. They never made it past Mistress and the few that did, didn’t survive Gruz. Whoever was in charge of their training did a horrible job and should’ve been executed for incompetence along with the rest of these vicious monsters. That old orc was right, they will destroy what’s left of the Empire, but you doubt if they’ll survive long after its downfall.
You think back to all the real Eternals. You, Edgar and Brenda are the only ones left, as Warrick killed in the final days of the Felkan War. At least you assume that’s what happened, his body was never found and you know he would’ve rather died than let himself be captured to rot in a P.O.W. Camp. Either way it’s truly a loss you never ever got to talk with him again.
From what you know Edgar is still stationed in the Arat province, probably trying to keep his own “eternals” in line to keep the peace there. As for poor Brenda you know she has her command in the Nalin province and probably still quietly grieving for Roldan.
After all you’ve been through, it’s come to this and you’re wondering what the hell you’re still fighting for. The Emperor? You haven’t cared about that unknown ruler for years. For all you know he’s some feeble minded inbred idiot figure head that his advisors keep locked away while they bumble around ruling things probably about as well as he would.
The Empire? Perhaps at one time, but as it has lost territory, respect and apparently all resemblance of sanity over the years you’ve lost all faith that it can ever regain any sort of glory it might have had, if it ever had it to begin with. You’ve tried your best to stem back the tide of chaos, but you’re only one man even if you are an Eternal.
While you ponder your potential future, private Felding interrupts you.
“Hey, cap? You’re in a bit of a daze there. So if you’re done I’m going to go now.”
“Hold on, I have one more thing to tell you.”
“(Sigh) What?” Felding says with an exasperated tone.
“You’re not a fucking Eternal. None of you little shits are.” You say and run Felding through and pull up on the sword unleashing his blood and guts onto the ground. Felding makes a high pitched scream and slumps on top of his entrails after you remove the sword.
“Shit! The cap just killed Felding!” another so called eternal shouts while he and his buddy have just come back from looting some farmer’s home. The pair of them look like they want to run, but you make it easy on them.
“Go ahead and run or stay. I don’t care anymore. I’m leaving. I will tell you this though, if the Empire sends any of you unruly scum after me, know that I shall take great pleasure in not just killing you, but in drawing it out for as long as possible. Remember this.”
And with that last warning, you leave your service to the Empire.
The question now is, where will you go? What will you do? This all feels so wrong when you think about it. You’ve killed so many for abandoning, opposing, or attempting to betray the Empire and here you are doing the same thing. Was it all for nothing? Was it worth it?
You don’t know. You always believed at the time you were right and that you were doing the right thing. Maybe you were, maybe you weren’t. You just know that you can’t serve something you don’t believe in anymore. Especially when everyone else around you doesn’t either.
Speaking of not knowing, you don’t know how to do anything except kill people. While you’re certain that you’d be able to hire your skills out somewhere, the idea of being a mercenary is a little distasteful for you. You’d rather not push the svelk comparison that far.
You could swear loyalty to another government you suppose. Perhaps the Felkan Kingdom? You’re not sure they’d want you, what with all their high tech weapons and your own government once fighting against them.
The only other alternative for you is to carve out your own territory and rule it as your own. While it’s true you do have leadership qualities, you know nothing of actually running a government. You honestly wouldn’t know where to begin.