The Stars At Our Command

What do these mon-kei know of our suffering? The stars once lived and died at our command, and even still they defy our will.

Constructs of towering wraith-bone, the very shades of the dead continue to fight, aided by the greatest thinkers of our craft-world.

The crude ways of the mon-kei, the elite of the Emperor, with them there is only one way, only one form of diplomacy.

They fight with flesh and steel, while we use the very psychic-creation of the universe itself.

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