"What will they say of us? What will be recorded on that final page of our
history?
Will they say that our courage failed us, that at the last we were ground
down by the sheer weight of events?
Will they say that we turned our backs on the last flickering lights of
civilisation, watched them die out there in the night for the sake of a few
more years' pitiful existence?
Will they say that we abandoned our brothers and sisters? That we huddled
safe in our corner while the Vargr died, andthe Aslan, the Hivers and finally our brethren humans? Will they say that we traded pride
and hope for the illusion of safety?
They will not.
They will say that we were overmatched, yes. And it will be true. They will
say that even at the height of the Third Imperium our strength was too
little, our weapons too primitive. We could not have fought this battle and
won, not even then.
They will say that we were too few, too weak and too divided to stand the
remotest chance of success. They will say that we are less now than then.
And they will say that we are greater now than ever we were.
They will say that we took what we had and went out into the night. That we
found there allies where once were foes. That we forged a grand alliance,
and that we threw our pitiful strength, our inadequate technology and our
unconquerable spirit against the dark tide.
They will say that we put aside our illusions and that there, as we wrote
the final page, there was no division. No creed, no species, no ideology.
There, at the end, we stood together as children of the stars, as beacons
against the darkness.
They will say that we were engulfed by the dark tide, and we were swept
away.
But they will say that for a time, it was as bright as day."
- Emperor-Elect of the Fourth Imperium, in a private speech to the
Imperial Moot, 1245.
history?
Will they say that our courage failed us, that at the last we were ground
down by the sheer weight of events?
Will they say that we turned our backs on the last flickering lights of
civilisation, watched them die out there in the night for the sake of a few
more years' pitiful existence?
Will they say that we abandoned our brothers and sisters? That we huddled
safe in our corner while the Vargr died, andthe Aslan, the Hivers and finally our brethren humans? Will they say that we traded pride
and hope for the illusion of safety?
They will not.
They will say that we were overmatched, yes. And it will be true. They will
say that even at the height of the Third Imperium our strength was too
little, our weapons too primitive. We could not have fought this battle and
won, not even then.
They will say that we were too few, too weak and too divided to stand the
remotest chance of success. They will say that we are less now than then.
And they will say that we are greater now than ever we were.
They will say that we took what we had and went out into the night. That we
found there allies where once were foes. That we forged a grand alliance,
and that we threw our pitiful strength, our inadequate technology and our
unconquerable spirit against the dark tide.
They will say that we put aside our illusions and that there, as we wrote
the final page, there was no division. No creed, no species, no ideology.
There, at the end, we stood together as children of the stars, as beacons
against the darkness.
They will say that we were engulfed by the dark tide, and we were swept
away.
But they will say that for a time, it was as bright as day."
- Emperor-Elect of the Fourth Imperium, in a private speech to the
Imperial Moot, 1245.