We are the legion. Soldiers who've only pursued honour and service all our lives. We are the army elite, the bringers of cataclysmic horror on the battlefield. With cybernetics to suppress the irrelevant outbursts of our emotions, we feel no fear, no rage and no joy. We do not see beauty, only efficiency. A legionnaire could survive a year without food nor water. Traverse mountains and oceans without fatigue. We are the perfect soldiers.

Only by an equal or superior legionnaire may we die. But would I be satisfied? Living as a puppet my whole life knowing no love. Would I die a ghost of what once was?

I am Vane Kendryck, this is my story...

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DISCLAIMER: The cover art used is not mine. I just found it on google.