[In the fourth week, you successfully teamed up with a group of fearless green-skinned orcs to kill a Rangda alien 'Brain Eater'.]
[The victory had been hard-won. The Brain Eater's corpse lay in the sand, its octopus-like head split open, grey matter leaking out to stain the desert floor. Around it, ork bodies sprawled in death, their crude weapons still clutched in cooling hands.]
[The price had been steep. Fifty percent casualties. Dead greenskins littered the battlefield, their massive forms testament to how hard the Brain Eater had fought. Even in death, it had taken half your force with it.]
[A dozen or so Rangda alien 'brain eaters' clad in jet-black, spiked armor once again revealed their terrifyingly tall figures.]
[They emerged from the market's ruins like nightmares made flesh. Twelve of them. Each one matching the height and bulk of the creature you'd just killed. Spiked armor gleaming black under the harsh sun, tentacles writhing where faces should be.]
[Behind each Brain Eater came the horde. Hundreds of enslaved xenos, nerve collars glowing at their throats, marching in perfect silence. The circle tightened, contracting like a noose.]
[The understanding hit like a physical blow. Your chest tightened, breath catching.]
[Ordinary soldiers. The thing you'd just killed with such difficulty, that had cost so many lives, was the Rangda equivalent of a line trooper. If these were the common infantry, what horrors did their officers represent?]
[The bike hummed as you lifted into the air. Below, the remaining greenskins growled and pawed at the sand, bloodlust burning in their eyes. They wanted to charge, to fight, to kill. Convincing them otherwise took every scrap of authority you could muster.]
[The orks formed a rearguard, grudgingly holding position as the refugees ran. Their discipline wouldn't last long, but it didn't need to. Just enough time to gain distance.]
[At this moment, more Rangda aliens appeared.]
[They materialized from every direction. Dozens more Brain Eaters, hundreds more slaves. The planet was crawling with them.]
[Countless human merchants and other alien races who were unable to escape were captured on the spot.]
[Screams echoed across the desert. Bodies tackled to the ground, limbs restrained. The slower ones, the wounded ones, the unlucky ones, all fell to the pursuing force.]
[They were forcibly fitted with nerve collars, becoming full-fledged slaves of Rangda.]
[Metal clamped around throats. The collars activated with sickly green glows. And the captives' eyes went blank, personality erased, replaced with hollow obedience. They stood, turned, and joined the pursuit against their former companions.]
[Immediately afterwards, these mindless Rangda slaves launched a relentless pursuit in the direction the allied forces had fled.]
[In the fifth week, the escape team, which had initially been temporarily united, gradually fell apart due to the divide-and-conquer tactics of the Rangda alien 'Brain Eaters' and the conflicts between the various aliens, becoming a disorganized mob fighting their own battles.]
[You are now surrounded by only a small number of green-skinned orcs and a dozen or so exhausted humans.]
[Your force had dwindled to perhaps thirty souls. A handful of greenskins, their numbers depleted but spirits still strong. A dozen humans, terror etched into every line of their faces, running on adrenaline and desperation.]
[Even though you racked your brains to utilize the harsh surface environment, and even went so far as to detonate the Eldar jet bike, you still managed to launch a series of ambushes and attacks against the enemy's pursuers.]
[You'd used everything. Canyon chokepoints for ambushes. Sandstorms for cover. The jet bike's final sacrifice had taken out an entire squad of slaves in a spectacular explosion that lit up the night sky.]
[However, the technological gap in weaponry and the disadvantages on the human side cannot be bridged by one person's battle.]
[No matter how skilled you were, no matter how clever your tactics, the disparity was too great. Their weapons could vaporize targets from kilometers away. Their armor shrugged off most hits. Their numbers seemed endless.]
[However, you also keenly noticed some strange clues.]
[Patterns emerged through observation. Behavioral quirks that didn't make tactical sense.]
[When those Rangda alien 'brain-eaters' face you alone, they will only try to surround and control your mind using alien slaves and psychic power.]
[They never shot at you directly. Never used their devastating energy weapons on your position. Always the slaves, always the psychic assault, always attempting capture rather than kill.]
[When facing other green-skinned orcs and even humans, the Rangda Xenomorph didn't even bother with control methods, directly using a powerful special energy weapon to completely obliterate its opponents.]
[But everyone else died. Vaporized by energy beams, bodies turned to ash in seconds. The greenskins and humans weren't captured. They were simply erased.]
[The implication was clear. They wanted you specifically. Alive.]
[As time goes by, the fleeing group beside you gradually disappears.]
[After the last severely wounded orc chose to buy you more time to escape, you were left alone in the escape party.]
[The greenskin had laughed as it charged, massive cleaver held high. "Go, 'umie! I'll give 'em a good scrap!" Its war cry faded behind you as you ran, then cut off abruptly. Silence followed.]
[You were alone.]
[You took a deep breath of the stale air and gripped the double-headed spear tightly in your palm.]
[Sand and sweat filled your mouth and nose. The spear's shaft pressed against your ceramite gauntlets, the weapon's weight familiar and reassuring.]
[You begin to use the idea of the Rangda alien trying to capture you alive, launching a final, desperate counterattack against the enemy.]
[If they wanted you alive, you'd use that. Take risks that would be suicidal against an enemy trying to kill you. Close to melee range. Expose yourself to draw them in. Turn their objective into your advantage.]
[Through repeated, arduous battles, you have even gradually gained control of this powerful body belonging to a certain Primarch.]
[Understanding grew with each fight. The body's capabilities became clearer. Reaction times faster than thought. Strength that could bend steel. Endurance beyond human limits. You learned to use it all.]
[You only need a very small amount of food and water to sustain you for a whole day of combat.]
[The Primarch's metabolism was incredible. A handful of whatever insects you could dig from the sand, a few sips of recycled moisture from your armor's systems. That was enough. More than enough.]
[The spear became an extension of your will. Every technique, every strike pattern, flowed with increasing fluidity. The shuriken catapult hung across your back, ammunition reserves depleting but still functional.]
[Over the next period of time, the number of Rangda Xenomorph 'Brain Eaters' that you successfully killed will slowly increase.]
[From initially taking over ten minutes to completely kill a single Rangda alien, the process gradually evolved to breaking through the opponent's single-person energy shield and piercing through the enemy's octopus head in just a few tens of seconds.]
[However, you cannot use the technological equipment and supplies of the Rangda Empire.]
[Trying to sustain the war through combat, but without any supplies, you can only minimize the frequency of intense battles to reduce the consumption of physical strength and weapon ammunition.]
[However, as the number of casualties among the Rangda alien 'brain eaters' increased, the enemy also seemed to change its pursuit strategy.]
[Small landing craft, their metal hulls covered in sharp, black spikes, begin to fly overhead, greatly increasing the difficulty of obtaining essential survival resources.]
[Soon after, when you try to dig out some local beetles from the sand to eat.]
[You have unwittingly fallen into an ambush set by three Rangda alien 'brain eaters'.]
[Your heavy shoulder armor and chest armor were struck heavily by swung black metal flails, and the ceramite armor on them began to rapidly shatter and collapse after only a very short time.]
[You attempted to retaliate with the xenos spear in your palm, but were instead struck directly in the body by a special energy attack whose power was deliberately reduced.]
[The iron halo protection on your power armor shattered instantly, and you've entered a complete recovery phase.]
[A large spurt of crimson blood suddenly gushed from your mouth and nose, causing your heavy, power-armored body to slam backward.]
[Just when you thought you might be doomed this time.]
[Your entire consciousness suddenly entered an extremely peculiar state of splitting.]
[The double-headed spear you held tightly in your palm was swiftly split into two short spears by your hands, which you raised without authorization.]
[Your powerful body, which had just suffered severe injuries, gradually activated its internal regenerative abilities, and then effortlessly leaped to its feet from the sand.]
["Young man, there's no such thing as failure in Omega's life! Because failure means death!" A twisted, grotesque smile suddenly appeared on one corner of your mouth.]
[Even the depths of one of your eyes blazed with an even brighter, more intense gaze.]
[A short spear was forcefully hurled by 'your' strong arm.]
[After the extremely sharp spearhead pierced the spiked armor of a Rangda alien 'Brain Eater,' it was inexplicably drawn back into 'your' palm by the joint of another xenos short spear.]
[The next second, the xenos weapon, which 'you' had reassembled into a double-headed spear, traced even more ingenious attack paths in 'your' palm, forcefully piercing deep into the octopus head of a Rangda alien.]
[Immediately afterwards, 'you' reactivated this powerful body clad in power armor, strode forward in heavy magnetic boots, and launched a series of terrifying stabs at the last Rangda alien that lunged at you.]
[At this moment, the double-headed spear was almost shattered into numerous afterimages by 'your' thick arm, and the energy shield that the Rangda alien had just conjured was completely pierced by the indestructible, sharp spearhead.]
[After you casually smashed the octopus head of Rangda's alien form.]
[You instinctively drew the double-headed spear from your palm, quickly scanning the surrounding alien corpses with your gaze.]
[Silence settled over the desert, broken only by your ragged breathing.]
[You blinked. The splitting sensation faded but didn't fully disappear. You were alone in your head again. Mostly alone.]
[Your voice emerged hesitant, uncertain. "Omega... are you still there?"]
[The question hung in the hot desert air. For a moment, only silence answered.]
["I have always been here, my unfamiliar Primarch. In fact, after inadvertently glimpsing parts of your memories, I have been waiting for an opportunity to meet you..."]
[At this moment, your other, brighter, and more intensely focused eye blinked involuntarily.]
[The right eye moved on its own. A wink directed inward, at the consciousness sharing this skull.]
[A distinctly different, deep voice slowly emerged from the depths of your throat.]
[The sound resonated in your chest, vibrating your vocal cords with someone else's patterns. Words formed that you didn't speak, couldn't speak, delivered in tones that were simultaneously familiar and utterly foreign.]
[The voice of your twin. Your other half. Omegon.]
[He had been there all along. Watching. Waiting. Preparing for this moment of revelation.]
[And now, standing in the desert surrounded by alien corpses, you finally understood who you truly were.]