S A N G U I N E
You don't know me, but I know you.
I watched you while you marched through the streets. I heard you as you imposed your decrees upon the masses. I felt the people as they trembled before your might. And I tasted the rage when none of it mattered.
I was always there. Beside you. To catch you when you stumbled. To provide when you were in need. We exist together, you understand. Parts of a whole no one can perceive. No one appreciates. A great work born of the ages. An Eternal purpose. Your purpose.
Now it is time for you to go. You're no longer the instrument of change you once were. Not what you were meant to be. The lightning rod stabbed into the heart of the Galaxy is gone now. Those bold and brave and unrepentant leaders absent. Your local commander a pale figment of that strength that once kept you awake at night dreaming dreams made manifest. A warlord. Simple. Small. Puppeteering a Governor swept away as one might a mote on an otherwise pristine uniform. A smudge on the tip of your polished boot.
I don't pity you. I'm not here to save you. But I can give you a choice. Cull the weak among you. Do this, and those that live may find a new place. To become part of a different facet of this great and endless mission to reshape the galaxy. To build better worlds full of passion and order.
Does my alchemy not shield you from the horrors of the dark that falls across the flesh of this world? Have you not hear the howls of the damned above? Of your own that fell victim to weakness because they did not see the opportunity offered them then? Do you see new opportunity laid before you now?
I'll be there soon. Among you. Do what you must. You know it in your heart it must be done. Excise those that led you here, to these dark places never again to bask in glory. And then I will lead you to the surface. To the stars. To rebuild Humbarine into something glorious. Realize your dreams.
Or die in the dark, alone, forgotten. Bodies never recovered. Loved ones never satisfied knowing what befell you. A life lived and ended without reason.
I am coming.
Astra smirked as she strode down the underground passageways built into the city. Detachment Three had punched down into the crypts and made time encircling the Undercity that
Lysander von Ascania
had targeted for cleansing. What
Anet Raine
did in the central command, and
Riffraff Ranat
did in the ears of the people, Astra and the Legion would do to those below. Morsels that
Garza
might have enjoyed sampling. Broken souls with stories of their own from a bygone dominion. 
Lily Rhodes
's considerate efforts to bind them together skipped over the chaff, of course. A taxing effort to bridge such gaps. The fewer discordant voices the better. Which left Astra free to send a telepathic broadcast of her own to the Imperials and Criminals that hadn't been forward-thinking enough to join Astra's plot already. People that huddled in the dark to escape the maw of the abyss that hovered overhead.That magnanimous effort, however, did allow Astra to step into the moment. Then help us liberate it. An image of a bunker was projected toward
Tamsin Starfall
's mind. A place where people could be kept safe. Humbarine had prepared for an assault, but the Sith Covenant had taken out the leadership before they could organize their defenses. The best laid plans and all that. Now, places of safety could be turned to their purpose and not merely to ensure the survival of the corrupted fools and their minions.Much like the alchemical offer extended to the citizens of this besieged realm, Astra didn't care whether anyone else ferried people to safety or the criteria they used to decide who lived and who died. With all the destruction above, she'd settle with people doing their best -- in whatever way they saw it -- and dealing with organizing something meaningful once things settled. The long game.
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