And, as I viewed the blasted battlefield with my own eyes, I finally understood the force that drove the lesser creatures that opposed our race. As I sat there upon my jetbike and viewed the carnage in the distance, the carnage that I and my squad were about to enter, I finally grasped that essence which men call mortality: that last act of defiance or spoken word that determined how they would leave this world. Would we die here? Would this be our last battle? My last battle? And what last act would we leave behind us? ... What idiotic sentiments. A low sound that might have been chuckle or snicker escaped my lips. I snapped the visor on my helm down and pressed down on the accelerator as hard as I could, throttling the low drone of my bike to a hellish scream. "SPEED!! BRINGER OF DEATH!!"