Epilogue

We buried Big D on the hillside where he first gave the order to attack. Twelve others were buried alongside him. The words were few, the emotions high. No one could figure out what Big D's cryptic message was supposed to mean, but no one really wanted to accept the fact that his flame was finally extinguished. The orders from command came back two days later. The results from the first expedition had been found to be tainted. We no longer needed the planet. On the dropship, the team unfortunately disbanded and the Blood Angels were no more.

That was three months ago, and I still feel the terrible pangs in my hand even though it's no longer there. These cybernetic prostheses are nice, but don't make up for the real thing. I've heard that some of my buds have joined up with other factions, but I don't want to rush myself. We've received news of a discovery in the Deneb system. I'm thinking of signing up for the exploration team. Yeah, that's what I need now, a little excitement.



THE END