My heart seized in my chest, but Jim was pushing on. “Wasn't by choice, mind you. Just... had to be done, you know? See, this was a few years after that, when Maksim and me had started really to bondin', fightin' side by side. We'd just been put on this planet... I can't even remember the name no more, to be honest with you. Happens with a lot of worlds, for us.
“Anyway, I do remember that it'd been pretty much on lockdown for some time. Cult had risen up to pretty high power, coverin' most of the planet. Even out in the wastes. Apparently, they'd found somethin' there right after the fightin' started. Dunno what, didn't ask, but it was enough that they weren't willin' to exterminatus the planet.”
Asellus IV. I'd read that much in his service history, which was more like an encyclopedia than a report. The world had contained a Standard Template Construct, which was unfortunately damaged during the fighting.
“Anyway, since we was leftovers, we got attached to a regiment already down there. Immediately set out to kill us some heretics, which I don't mind in the slightest. But after a while, we started noticin' somethin'... We ain't fightin' no heretics. We ain't fightin' nothin'. That got the hairs on the back of my neck standin' up. The vox officer, he'd get orders for us to go somewhere, but when we got there, no heretics. So we start takin' a hard look at everythin' goin' on. Slowly, bit by bit, we start seein' that the outfit we're hooked up with, who's been so chummy with us, you know... It ain't right."