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From orbit, Hiigara is a seemingly endless expanse of blue and green. The ancient homeworld of your people, the promised land verdant with life and rich in water. So different from the yellows and browns of Kharak deserts among which you grew up.
An idle thought - but that alone is enough to bring back the flood of memories: awaking from cryosleep only to be told that Dava, the love of your life, your wife who followed you on this journey, was dead at the hand of the monstrous Taidan. Watching the footage of Kharak burning. Your kiith, your friends, the Kushan people, their culture, their history - all of it erased by a band of genocidal butchers at the behest of a madman.
And on the heels of those memories comes a black wave of all-encompassing anger and hatred. Against the Taidan murderers, against the long-dead gunner that fired the round that tore through your wife's cryopod, and against the uncaring universe that allowed this injustice to happen.
It passes eventually, like it always does, leaving your breath heavy and body trembling as you lean against the glass, the black fading from your vision to show you the goal, the dream that set all this tragedy in motion: Hiigara.
It is a sacred place and it is not for you. To step upon its surface with the hatred that boils inside your heart would be a sacrilege. Your mere presence would spoil and pollute it. But there is no letting go of your anger, no matter how hard you tried - if anything, it has only been growing stronger as of late. Setting you on a path that would take you away from your people's reclaimed homeworld and deep into the endless, black desert of space. Paaura. Paaura against the Taidan Imperium and all who'd defend it. Paaura now and forever, for as long as there is life in your body and even a single Imperial remains.
Paaura. Eternal vengeance.
An idle thought - but that alone is enough to bring back the flood of memories: awaking from cryosleep only to be told that Dava, the love of your life, your wife who followed you on this journey, was dead at the hand of the monstrous Taidan. Watching the footage of Kharak burning. Your kiith, your friends, the Kushan people, their culture, their history - all of it erased by a band of genocidal butchers at the behest of a madman.
And on the heels of those memories comes a black wave of all-encompassing anger and hatred. Against the Taidan murderers, against the long-dead gunner that fired the round that tore through your wife's cryopod, and against the uncaring universe that allowed this injustice to happen.
It passes eventually, like it always does, leaving your breath heavy and body trembling as you lean against the glass, the black fading from your vision to show you the goal, the dream that set all this tragedy in motion: Hiigara.
It is a sacred place and it is not for you. To step upon its surface with the hatred that boils inside your heart would be a sacrilege. Your mere presence would spoil and pollute it. But there is no letting go of your anger, no matter how hard you tried - if anything, it has only been growing stronger as of late. Setting you on a path that would take you away from your people's reclaimed homeworld and deep into the endless, black desert of space. Paaura. Paaura against the Taidan Imperium and all who'd defend it. Paaura now and forever, for as long as there is life in your body and even a single Imperial remains.
Paaura. Eternal vengeance.