Perspective: Commander Kade Blackwood, Black Axe Division 001
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I wasn't born a Blackwood.
I earned the name with blood, loyalty, and a will that couldn't be broken.
Now, I don't even remember my old name—because it doesn't matter anymore.
The Black Axe Men weren't created for diplomacy. We're not trained for negotiations. We were forged to do one thing:
Execute the will of Chris Blackwood without mercy.
We don't salute. We don't bow.
We kneel to no one except Him.
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March Day – Hour 5 – Coordinates: SouthEastern Border
The sky was red from dust, kicked up by ten million boots. We moved in silence now. The ground still trembled beneath us, but our discipline was absolute.
I turned to my unit—Division 001, the First Blade of the Black Axe. Every soldier had the Blackwood insignia branded into their skin. Their helmets bore no numbers. No names. Just a single line of red, like a cut across darkness.
> "Target zone ahead. Village formerly known as Kar'dem. Non-Blackwood settlement. No compliance. No conversions. Erase it."
No one asked questions.
We don't ask why.
The why was already answered the day we became Axe Men.
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Inside the Village
Mothers screamed. Some begged.
They held up old IDs, tried to claim distant Blackwood relatives.
> "Please! My grandfather—he worked at a Blackwood border station!"
But we had our orders: no names, no mercy.
If your papers don't end in Blackwood, you're not one of us.
And if you're not one of us, you're an enemy.
I lifted my gauntlet, marked the household red.
Drone strike inbound.
Ten seconds later—
BOOM.
Silence.
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Later – Enemy Militia Tries to Resist
Small arms fire cracked around us.
Pathetic.
Their bullets bounced off our reinforced armor like pebbles.
We responded with sonic pulse grenades—non-lethal, but soul-breaking.
We watched as their ears bled, their minds scrambled.
Then we marched over their broken wills, one boot at a time.
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Campfire – That Night
No songs. No chatter.
Just one order repeating on every comm device, issued by the Emperor Himself:
> "Seize. Convert. Cleanse."
We don't sleep like normal soldiers.
Half the unit remains in meditation while the other watches.
Black Axe Men are bred for eternal vigilance.
No emotion. No fear. No failure.
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Personal Log – Commander Kade
> "We seized six non-Blackwood towns today. Twenty-three thousand inhabitants refused conversion.
Execution orders fulfilled.
Two of my men were injured. They requested to be stripped of their titles for showing weakness.
I refused. Instead, I demoted them to front-line sweepers.
Even disgrace is better than being forgotten.
We wear the name of the Empire. That's all that matters now."
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Transmission Back to Chris Blackwood
> "My Lord, the Southern Corridor has been sterilized.
We found thirty-two traitors posing as citizens—they've been dealt with.
As ordered, their assets are now under Blackwood control.
Their children are being processed for re-education or… disposal, depending on your word."
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