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The ground trembled when boulders the size of houses tumbled down a cliffside as the local volcano decided to join the cacophony of battle.

The cracks that split the landscape were filled with lava and the sky turned crimson as an inferno of explosions rose to meet it.
The battle had raged for days, and the carnage had been brutal. Both sides were exhausted, yet no quarter was being given.

A single soldier was alone: the last of her company.
Her squad was pinned down by the platoon of enemy soldiers that had them surrounded. She was in the process of clearing a path to safety, when a missile found her and she was launched through the air.

She crashed into the wreckage of an armored vehicle and landed on her back.
Her suit was falling to pieces. She struggled to pull herself up, but a wave of intense pain forced her down. Her head pounded and her ears were ringing as she spat blood on the dust covered ground.

The ground shook again, and the sky burned brighter as the inferno of explosions engulfed her lungs in smoke and ashes, filling her nose with the stench of burned flesh and death.
She blinked the dust out of her eyes as she coughed up another mouthful of blood.
She knew that this was the end. The suit's power was drained, and its comms were out. It would take hours for anyone to find her. If anyone was even coming for her.

She heard the footsteps approaching, relentless like an executioner's march, echoing around her in the sudden deafening silence that had fallen on the battlefield.
She closed her eyes as the enemy troops approached. She took a deep breath. At least she could die as a warrior.

She crawled under the pile of debris, looking for a weapon of some sort. Her assault rifle lied shattered few meters ahead and her pistol had been thrown away by the concussion of the explosion.

Suddenly she found a bar of metal, rusted and bent, yet sharp on its edges. She gathered all her remaining forces, grabbed the bar and she stood up with a quick motion that filled her body with an excruciating wave of pain. She leaped at the closest enemy, plunging the metal bar through the opening of his armor's neck joint.
She pressed it deeper with all her strength, pushing the bar upward. The soldier fell on his back, the bar impaling his helmet.

She stumbled backwards, her vision blurry and her arms trembling. Her lips were dry and her tongue sore. She collapsed on the ground, her breathing weak and her heart pounding in her chest.
She tried to reach for the bar again, but her limbs were too weak. Her grip was loose. The bar slid out of her fingers, and it landed away from her hand.

The enemy soldiers were all around her and she heard their leader chuckling under his helmet. He slowly walked towards her.
She snatched a piece of her broken armor and she threw it at the enemy leader in one final gesture of defiance.
The leader grabbed the shard of her suit and he crushed it between his armored fingers.
He lifted a spiked mace, ready to deliver the killing blow and she looked deep into the visor of his helmet.

The spiked mace was about to bludgeon her with its full mighty, when a blast of energy ripped through the body of the enemy leader, killing him instantly.
A blinding white beam had pierced through his armor's back and had severed his spinal cord. The mace fell on the ground, its handle cracking under its owner’s weight.

The enemy soldiers turned around and it was in that moment that she saw him.
A man, clad in a masterfully crafted armor stood before them.
His armor was enveloped in an aura of energy that made its surface seem fluid, like a stream of lava flowing from the volcano looming menacingly over the battlefield.
It was a complex amalgamation of interlocking plates of hardened ceramic, layered on one another.
She never saw such a design before but the symbol that it bore on the pauldron was unmistakable: the seal of the Galactic Emperor.

The Emperor lifted his sword and pointed its tip at the closest enemy soldier.
His blade hummed with power, emitting a light so pure, that it would put a star to shame.
The enemy soldiers stepped backwards, fearing his power.

He launched at them and a blast of raw energy rippled through the battlefield, shredding their armor like paper and hurling their lifeless bodies to the ground
The air vibrated as if the very atoms were singing.

The Emperor raised his hand and a brilliant sphere encased his clenching fist.
The sphere contracted and a fiery explosion erupted from within, leaving charred corpses behind.

Another group of enemy soldiers attacked him, their weapons poised for the kill, but the Emperor’s counterattack was swift.

He unleashed a cascade of psionic might, washing the attackers in a coruscant stream of energy. Their bodies exploded, leaving nothing but ashes in the wake of the onslaught.

More enemies charged at the Emperor, only to be slaughtered in mere seconds. Their armor shattered like porcelain against his sword.

Once the last of the enemy fell under the Emperor’s righteous vengeance, an outer-worldly quietness descended on the battlefield.

The Emperor turned towards her.
She heard her heart beating inside her chest, its rhythm growing louder. Her breathing quickened as the fear took hold of her. He was an invincible warrior, a demi-god.

He kneeled before her, extending his hand to her. His armor unfolded a small panel, revealing an injector. She felt a burning sensation spreading through her veins but she welcomed the relief it gave her.

She closed her eyes, her heartbeat slowing down and her breathing became regular.
The Emperor laid his hand on her and he released a wave of healing energy.
Her suit was damaged beyond repair, her spine was broken and her wounds were severe. Yet his powers were immense and her wounds were healed.

When she opened her eyes the area around her was crawling with Imperium's troops and personnel. A medic guided her to the closest medical shuttle.
As she slowly walked toward safety she watched the Emperor advancing in the direction of the enemy lines, while his mighty legions followed his lead. The battle was about to be won.

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I know, the story is very long for a description but I thought it paired well with this image.

Description
The ground trembled when boulders the size of houses tumbled down a cliffside as the local volcano decided to join the cacophony of battle.

The cracks that split the landscape were filled with lava and the sky turned crimson as an inferno of explosions rose to meet it.
The battle had raged for days, and the carnage had been brutal. Both sides were exhausted, yet no quarter was being given.

A single soldier was alone: the last of her company.
Her squad was pinned down by the platoon of enemy soldiers that had them surrounded. She was in the process of clearing a path to safety, when a missile found her and she was launched through the air.

She crashed into the wreckage of an armored vehicle and landed on her back.
Her suit was falling to pieces. She struggled to pull herself up, but a wave of intense pain forced her down. Her head pounded and her ears were ringing as she spat blood on the dust covered ground.

The ground shook again, and the sky burned brighter as the inferno of explosions engulfed her lungs in smoke and ashes, filling her nose with the stench of burned flesh and death.
She blinked the dust out of her eyes as she coughed up another mouthful of blood.
She knew that this was the end. The suit's power was drained, and its comms were out. It would take hours for anyone to find her. If anyone was even coming for her.

She heard the footsteps approaching, relentless like an executioner's march, echoing around her in the sudden deafening silence that had fallen on the battlefield.
She closed her eyes as the enemy troops approached. She took a deep breath. At least she could die as a warrior.

She crawled under the pile of debris, looking for a weapon of some sort. Her assault rifle lied shattered few meters ahead and her pistol had been thrown away by the concussion of the explosion.

Suddenly she found a bar of metal, rusted and bent, yet sharp on its edges. She gathered all her remaining forces, grabbed the bar and she stood up with a quick motion that filled her body with an excruciating wave of pain. She leaped at the closest enemy, plunging the metal bar through the opening of his armor's neck joint.
She pressed it deeper with all her strength, pushing the bar upward. The soldier fell on his back, the bar impaling his helmet.

She stumbled backwards, her vision blurry and her arms trembling. Her lips were dry and her tongue sore. She collapsed on the ground, her breathing weak and her heart pounding in her chest.
She tried to reach for the bar again, but her limbs were too weak. Her grip was loose. The bar slid out of her fingers, and it landed away from her hand.

The enemy soldiers were all around her and she heard their leader chuckling under his helmet. He slowly walked towards her.
She snatched a piece of her broken armor and she threw it at the enemy leader in one final gesture of defiance.
The leader grabbed the shard of her suit and he crushed it between his armored fingers.
He lifted a spiked mace, ready to deliver the killing blow and she looked deep into the visor of his helmet.

The spiked mace was about to bludgeon her with its full mighty, when a blast of energy ripped through the body of the enemy leader, killing him instantly.
A blinding white beam had pierced through his armor's back and had severed his spinal cord. The mace fell on the ground, its handle cracking under its owner’s weight.

The enemy soldiers turned around and it was in that moment that she saw him.
A man, clad in a masterfully crafted armor stood before them.
His armor was enveloped in an aura of energy that made its surface seem fluid, like a stream of lava flowing from the volcano looming menacingly over the battlefield.
It was a complex amalgamation of interlocking plates of hardened ceramic, layered on one another.
She never saw such a design before but the symbol that it bore on the pauldron was unmistakable: the seal of the Galactic Emperor.

The Emperor lifted his sword and pointed its tip at the closest enemy soldier.
His blade hummed with power, emitting a light so pure, that it would put a star to shame.
The enemy soldiers stepped backwards, fearing his power.

He launched at them and a blast of raw energy rippled through the battlefield, shredding their armor like paper and hurling their lifeless bodies to the ground
The air vibrated as if the very atoms were singing.

The Emperor raised his hand and a brilliant sphere encased his clenching fist.
The sphere contracted and a fiery explosion erupted from within, leaving charred corpses behind.

Another group of enemy soldiers attacked him, their weapons poised for the kill, but the Emperor’s counterattack was swift.

He unleashed a cascade of psionic might, washing the attackers in a coruscant stream of energy. Their bodies exploded, leaving nothing but ashes in the wake of the onslaught.

More enemies charged at the Emperor, only to be slaughtered in mere seconds. Their armor shattered like porcelain against his sword.

Once the last of the enemy fell under the Emperor’s righteous vengeance, an outer-worldly quietness descended on the battlefield.

The Emperor turned towards her.
She heard her heart beating inside her chest, its rhythm growing louder. Her breathing quickened as the fear took hold of her. He was an invincible warrior, a demi-god.

He kneeled before her, extending his hand to her. His armor unfolded a small panel, revealing an injector. She felt a burning sensation spreading through her veins but she welcomed the relief it gave her.

She closed her eyes, her heartbeat slowing down and her breathing became regular.
The Emperor laid his hand on her and he released a wave of healing energy.
Her suit was damaged beyond repair, her spine was broken and her wounds were severe. Yet his powers were immense and her wounds were healed.

When she opened her eyes the area around her was crawling with Imperium's troops and personnel. A medic guided her to the closest medical shuttle.
As she slowly walked toward safety she watched the Emperor advancing in the direction of the enemy lines, while his mighty legions followed his lead. The battle was about to be won.

---

I know, the story is very long for a description but I thought it paired well with this image.