Diary of an Imperial Minion
The adventures of Brutus the Imperial Soldier.
Day 1
Dear Diary.
Name-Rank: Over-sergeant Brutus
Age: 24
Height: 2.1 Meters
Description: . . . Hmm, let's go with kind of tanned.
Bio: . . . Later.
I guess the previous Overlord kind of had issues. The villagers kept marching up to us and yelling about how they would be free and the tyranny of the empire would fall to the Blademaster.
One old guy, kept railing on and on about how awful we were and how his death would only strengthen the cause.
Weird.
The Lieutenant sent a message back to HQ requesting a shrink to come see what was wrong with them. In the meantime we checked their water and found some kind of neuro-toxin. Maybe that explains it.
Didn't get much sleep, people kept hitting our armor with pitchforks. When they got done they started jumping around and cheering.
I finally sat and yelled at 'em. "Hey! Do you mind? We're trying to sleep here, okay? Go find something else to do besides make noise."
They jumped about a meter in the air, a few passed out and the others ran away screaming something about undead.
Now, that's insulting, I am an Imperial Soldier I'm not some sort of sparkly stalker person. Undead indeed.
Day 2.
The villagers keep waving garlic and silver at us. What puzzles me is how a bunch of peasants got silver. I mean Overlord Tehat has made great progress in economic reforms but they haven't gotten this far. I suspect smuggling. Reported it to the Lieutenant, he concurred.
So now we've got to figure out how to put a stop to this smuggling without breaking the Overlord's new laws about charging into peoples and terrorizing them.
Me and my buddy Zerkus went down to have a drink when we got off-duty and think on it. The villager's just glared at us, for some reason they got really mad when we took the neuro-toxin from their water.
So we thought about playing corrupt imperials looking for money, so we could see who was smuggling silver. Then we got a call to report back to base. We were leaving.
Higher-up decided to send one of their spook teams down to investigate.
We didn't seem them, which is the point I suppose. Later I found out we got reassigned to some remote planet, so we're packing now. Apparently this village is some kind of magnet to that 'Ether' stuff. You know, the stuff that defies all logic? Rebels drop drop 'em in random spots to annoy us. Fortunately the spook team put it out and some other unit just came into to replace us.
Day 4
We got assigned to some place in yet another remote system. Lovely. Let's see, lot's of Ether pockets, millions of rebels throughout the entire sector, lot's of good men already been killed here, etc.
Oh, well. The scenery is supposed to be nice and it won't be all bad, we've got some friends this time. The local governments are either neutral or on our side. The populace of the little town of Savh were cautious but not hostile.
All for now.
Day 1
Dear Diary.
Name-Rank: Over-sergeant Brutus
Age: 24
Height: 2.1 Meters
Description: . . . Hmm, let's go with kind of tanned.
Bio: . . . Later.
I guess the previous Overlord kind of had issues. The villagers kept marching up to us and yelling about how they would be free and the tyranny of the empire would fall to the Blademaster.
One old guy, kept railing on and on about how awful we were and how his death would only strengthen the cause.
Weird.
The Lieutenant sent a message back to HQ requesting a shrink to come see what was wrong with them. In the meantime we checked their water and found some kind of neuro-toxin. Maybe that explains it.
Didn't get much sleep, people kept hitting our armor with pitchforks. When they got done they started jumping around and cheering.
I finally sat and yelled at 'em. "Hey! Do you mind? We're trying to sleep here, okay? Go find something else to do besides make noise."
They jumped about a meter in the air, a few passed out and the others ran away screaming something about undead.
Now, that's insulting, I am an Imperial Soldier I'm not some sort of sparkly stalker person. Undead indeed.
Day 2.
The villagers keep waving garlic and silver at us. What puzzles me is how a bunch of peasants got silver. I mean Overlord Tehat has made great progress in economic reforms but they haven't gotten this far. I suspect smuggling. Reported it to the Lieutenant, he concurred.
So now we've got to figure out how to put a stop to this smuggling without breaking the Overlord's new laws about charging into peoples and terrorizing them.
Me and my buddy Zerkus went down to have a drink when we got off-duty and think on it. The villager's just glared at us, for some reason they got really mad when we took the neuro-toxin from their water.
So we thought about playing corrupt imperials looking for money, so we could see who was smuggling silver. Then we got a call to report back to base. We were leaving.
Higher-up decided to send one of their spook teams down to investigate.
We didn't seem them, which is the point I suppose. Later I found out we got reassigned to some remote planet, so we're packing now. Apparently this village is some kind of magnet to that 'Ether' stuff. You know, the stuff that defies all logic? Rebels drop drop 'em in random spots to annoy us. Fortunately the spook team put it out and some other unit just came into to replace us.
Day 4
We got assigned to some place in yet another remote system. Lovely. Let's see, lot's of Ether pockets, millions of rebels throughout the entire sector, lot's of good men already been killed here, etc.
Oh, well. The scenery is supposed to be nice and it won't be all bad, we've got some friends this time. The local governments are either neutral or on our side. The populace of the little town of Savh were cautious but not hostile.
All for now.