[ WP ] Write the last paragraph of a science fiction epic .

The long range gauss rifle suddenly felt inexplicably heavy. His Lockheed Martin HEv Pro suit was suddenly more constrictive. His AN/PVS-237 combat helmet suddenly was like being inside a concrete pipe. Roseth dropped backwards, sitting on the dusty concrete slab behind him, and pulled off his helmet, the sudden sensory overload making him dizzy. It was so much dimmer, dustier, dingier. The air smelled of dirt and blood, of smoke and electric plasma. The pops of far-off automatic pulse rifle fire echoed all around his firing position. Roseth dropped his rifle to the burned and cracked floor. He looked up at the fractured and broken ceiling, at the smoke filled sky. His mission was over. 
 
 He felt empty.
