Flavius Belisarius came into his quarters which have been meticulously maintained since he became Founder of Ironclad in 2015. He placed his marshals baton encrusted with mementos of his victorious campaigns throughout Tuulech on it’s silk bed inside the ebony hinged box made by his wife Antonia. He unclasped his Orichalcum space armor with fond memories about how he had intrigued with Layla Hassan to awaken Bayek and Aya to recover the lost Apple of Eden for the Medjay so they can form the Assassin’s Brotherhood. His Armor was made of pure ore from Phokis as a reward for his effort. He sat down and poured his favorite Arrogant Bastard Ale and relaxed. Half way through his mas mug he paused to consider his new soldiers called Space Marines. When Belisarius decided to move beyond Virtual World and settle on Mars he sent Valentinian to find the best source of Space Marines. He did. The Imperial Fists. They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give of themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war I shall forge them. They shall be of iron will and steely sinew. In great armour I clad them with the mightiest weapons. They will be untouched by plague or disease; no sickness shall blight them. They shall have such tactics, strategies and machines that no foe will best them in battle and they shall know no fear. They have served me well. Each one moves deliberately and can strike up to four enemy at once. With their Keen Eye they can rip huge wholes in the enemy defense. There is only one problem with employing these fierce, loyal, audacious fighters, one of them always takes the brunt of the futile enemy defense and dies, allowing the remainder to slaughter the remaining forces. After each battle, we must pause and honor the sacrifice of the noble Marine.
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