In a bunker deep underground, a relic of wars long past, something stirs. In a place long abandoned by human hands, where corridors once bustling now lie empty, everything covered in a thick layer of dust, something moves. In a hangar where all its bays are empty... save for one, an old machine flickers to life once more.

Main System, Engaging Combat Mode...

















The Harpers Harped, The Minstrels Sang, and at the gates the trumpets Rang. The World is Gray, the Mountains Old, The Forges Fire is Ashen-Cold. No Harp is Wrung, No Hammer Falls. The Darkness Dwells in Durin's Halls.





I have at my command an entire battle group of the Imperial Guard. Fifty regiments, including specialized drop troops, stealthers, mechanized formations, armored companies, combat engineers and mobile artillery. Over half a million fighting men and thirty thousand tanks and artillery pieces are mine to command. Emperor show mercy to the fool that stands against me, for I shall not.







You're going to be all right. You just stumbled over a stone in the road. It means nothing. Your goal lies far beyond this. Doesn't it? I'm sure you'll overcome this. You'll walk again ... soon.

Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and for thy possession, the ends of the earth. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron. Thou shalt dash them in pieces, like a potters vessel. Be wise now, therefore ye kings. Be admonished ye judges of the earth. Serve the lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the son lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his wrath be kindled but a little.