Dispatch From an Unknown War

in the vault of St Priscilla

beneath the Zerengov Star Fortresses

Ordo de Guerra Montero fell to the point

and to the shell

and to the blade

and to the gas

and the fire

and the razor wire

and the needle drones

and the cluster hives

and every dragon tooth

and every bastion

and every last fucking gun in the system

and to their own smirking grins

ten thousand ten thousands

poured from the Reliquary Hive

each carried the Spear of Osk

each carried the Manhunter Rifle

Montero chose this

Ordo Montero decided to die today