Rolled 35, 100, 59, 70, 86, 2, 38, 68, 6, 48 = 512 (10d100)
>>6026732x6 Soldier-Workers +0.9 [Large]
x4 1/2 Soldier-Workers +0.9 [Large]
x1 Giant Ant [Big] [Armor]
The desperate battle at the front continues, ants are dying by the hundreds, chopped to pieces by Termite pincers or melted into fleshy goop by Bombards. Some termites are not even slowed down, simply plow forward with ants biting at them.
And yet the Ants fight on still. They fight because they do not simply understand they eyes of the Empire are upon them, they -feel- it. The weight of the hive mind drives them onward, the will of thousands of ants encouraging them to fight.
So it is the same as a fresh wave of reinforcements marches into the frey. They move in lockstep, waving high a Dye'd banner, even as the sounds of battle and carnage before them rage on. None has known anything other than having been hatched and given a weapon, but each knows their purpose. They fight now, so that those that come after them need not fight. They go to war now, to buy peace for their unborn brethren and those still behind them.
They fight, for they were born to fight.
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