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Thunder rolled out at cold, hard fury unleashed. Gene-stock giants driving ever onwards barking from steel arms and crushing all beneath iron boots. Tempered in the heart of a God-King, death forged in the gloom of the void these Savage Angels, always hunting, always swimming.
From the saga of Carcharodon Astra, as sung by Herald Makaio and transcribed by Aku
From the dawn of history a predatory hunter swims; its body a perfect bullet, its senses keen and its maw filled with razor sharp teeth. This ancient breed, carcharodus now only resides in private collections of aquaria or locked in the code of its gene-stock descendants carried out from Ancient Terra long ago by the fleets of man. Ancient myth says these hunters were always on the move for should they become still then death soon envelops them. But, their spirit lives on in the depths of the void.
Like the great predators of old the Carcharodons are a pack of lethal hunters, each company a great death-shadow swimming in the void. Each hunter bares countless teeth as each company bares countless battle brothers. When a tooth is lost, a brother falls to be replaced with another in an unceasing attack on its prey; remorseless; ever swimming; ever hunting.
Aku the Chronicler, from her work Swimming Amongst the Sharks
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