This is my multi-tool. There are many like it but this one is mine.
My multi-tool is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my multi-tool is useless. Without my multi-tool, I am useless. I must fire my multi-tool true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot them before they shoot me. I will. My multi-tool and I know that what counts in combat is not the projectile ammunition we fire, the noise of our scatter blaster, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit. My multi-tool is anomalous, even as I am anomalous, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a sibling. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its upgrade modules, its accessories, its combat scope and its mining beam. I will keep my multi-tool clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will. Before Atlas, I swear this creed. My multi-tool and I are the defenders of my galaxy. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviours of my life. So be it, until victory is Euclid's and there is no enemy, but peace! submitted by /u/Danjonkovich |