Molan had been beaten into a daze, blood obscuring his vision.
Before he lost consciousness, he saw himself being dragged across the floor by the hair by a "Terminator."
That was not a Terminator, nor was it the Terminator Armor worn by Space Marines.
It was a new product modified from the Power Armor worn by engineering personnel in ship engine compartments.
As Molan was dragged along the ground, someone injected him with a stimulant, instantly jolting him awake just as he was about to pass out.
When he opened his eyes, Molan saw the "Terminator," much larger than himself, crouching before him. Layers of its heavy helmet opened to reveal the small head of an ordinary human.
"You pieces of shit!"
"You pieces of shit forgotten in some goddamned corner!"
The human roared and slammed a fist into Molan's stomach. That punch nearly made Molan vomit up the superhuman organs inside him.
"We were supposed to leave this shithole, leave you pieces of shit behind, and take a solar month of vacation on Talon III!"
"But then you pieces of shit had to crawl out and disgust us! Because of you, Talon's people in the Adeptus Arbites started taking you seriously! Everyone's vacation has been delayed until every last one of you is dead!"
The human was furious, veins bulging across his forehead. His roar made Molan's ears ring.
After he had finished cursing, the man punched Molan in the stomach again.
Blood sprayed from Molan's mouth like a fountain, and he felt both his hearts rise into his throat.
Still, as a Space Marine, Molan could speak.
"You were abandoned too, just like us." Molan sneered as he looked around at his battle-brothers lying beaten on the ground. "We were all abandoned in this godforsaken world. We are