AiE Luna 152

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And so now your alone, again in the Armour fitting room.

 

The helmet has been rested on a head piece, positioned as if it's staring right at you.

 

'How does it feel?' it almost seems to ask you 'to know youre suddenly in charge of so much'

 

"Utterly terrifying."

 

'You are prepared for it though' it tells you 'you'll usher in a new era for the empire.'

 

You push the thoughts out of your head as you remove your old armour.

 

Each piece of armour feels like an anchoring chain.

 

A form of permanence. Finality.

 

If you'd entertained any thoughts of going back to earth and being human, their all dashed away as you secure each piece of armour.

 

Yet you find comfort in it all. and soon you're set staring back into the eyes of the helmet holding it "Let's do this" You say with that same tone you'd use when clocking into work.

 

the helmet fits perfectly to your head as you feel the back piece of the flours dangle with a small key moon charm.

 

Now the next tough part is to come.

 

Facing your recruits.