[ WP ] You are a general in an intergalactic army . You 've lived many lives due being cloned over again due to your skills but the memory of your first love still haunts you . One day you see her on the opposing side of the battlefield .

I was schooled at West Point Academy, the State of New York. I studied to be a brave officer who could lead men into battle and win them. That was ten-thousand years ago. I was one of the two highest graded students to ever pass the exam, the other was the woman I loved. We met on the first day of campus and we hit it off pretty quick, first as friends, then roommates, then lovers. Unusually we were both given the honor of Valedictorian, both speaking to all the other students at the graduation ceremony, which we used to announce our marriage as well as our plans for the future. We both went into the army shortly after, made our careers as during the Martian Revolution as tough but fair leaders. We were always fighting side by side, our divisions seeing us as parental figures that they would gladly fight with, our victories in putting down the uprising outshone most others. and when the Martian Liberation Army surrendered, they surrendered to us. 
 
 We became known as the Battle Couple, fighting together in unison to defend Earth and its many nations against whatever threat came. But when the Extermination War began, we took our forces to the stars, we did n't want to obey nations willing to exterminate entire cultures for the purpose of the establishment of the One Human State, something that many fought against. We wanted things to go on as they always had, but we were n't heard by the Unity Party of Terra that took over the planet. A quarter of the human race died at their hands, while about a fifth of the survivors fled Earth to reestablish their nations elsewhere. Sometimes I blame myself for not listening to her, we should have made a coup against the government, our troops were loyal enough to listen to us and we could have prevented the devastation. 
 
 Our forces instead went out to foreign alien worlds, trenched in war. Some on a higher scale of development than us, others lower, but it did n't matter, we sold our guns to the highest bidder, becoming the largest mercenary corps in the Milky Way Galaxy, as veterans from the Extermination War, the Martian Revolution and The Destruction of Earth joined our ranks as comrades in arms. We fought on a thousand worlds, me and my beloved, before she died. It was a mere chance, we had been hired to oversee the occupation and rebuilding of a proud warrior race's planet after their utter defeat by a large coalition of races. A she was out at our infirmary, to cheer up the men, even after 60 years of war she looked like a Valkyrie, fierce, beautiful and dangerous. And when she was sitting at some soldiers bed, who had been wounded during a clash with a minor terrorist group, she was gunned down by insurgents. 
 
 They rushed her to the emergency room, and yet they could not save her. I flew in as fast as I could, and I barely managed to say goodbye. 60 years worth of battling, 40 since we started being mercenaries. And I saw her, frail, fragile and weak as I took her hand in mine, as I cried she told me,''*Chin up dear, we knew it would end. I'm sorry but I'm going to go a bit before you'll do. We'll meet again in Valhalla. *'' She then fell back to sleep and never woke up. I left the planet with my army, after hunting down every last insurgent and executing them, personally. Not long after that, the Galactic Union of Peoples hired us to fight. A war had been brewing between them and the xenophobic madmen of the One Human State, they'd been losing most battles due to the sheer tenacity of the human forces, and they wanted to try to bring in the only thing that can reasonably match a human being in ingenuity and daring, another human. In exchange for my army's help they'd allow the human states not under the One Human State admittance to the Union with all the tech and protection it gave them. And we would be granted the most advanced weaponry to use in battles. 
 
 I agreed. I wanted to go out in a blaze of glory to remember my beloved and maybe join her in Valhalla. And I wanted to know how human forces had defeated a vastly technologically superior army with far more numbers. The answer was droids. The entire army of the Galactic Union was made of lumbering machines rather than cunning bastards and warriors. Their commanders were non-sentient A.I. who were running projections and programs rather than battles. They lacked that spark of madness that makes a commander. So I sent in my forces, using the dumb automated droids as a distraction while I took the enemy from behind. It worked. They had expected another easily outwitted machine army, not the full force of a trained standing human army. After the battle the aliens asked me to be outfitted with a cloning safety until the war was over. I knew I could n't leave the war so I agreed. They put a thing in my brain that transferred my conscious mind to a cloned body so I could keep on fighting. 
 
 Over the years I helped them defeat the One Human State, and mankind got its vengeance for the total destruction of Earth that they had been responsible for. I was given the position of Absolute Commander of the Galactic Union for my aid, and having died several times during the war, I was young again. I used the title for all it was worth, trying to forget my love, to move on. Yet I could n't. All the fancy parties, the women and men, some not even humans. throwing themselves at me, the honor and the duty. I was somewhat hollow without her. The only times when I felt right was when I fought. I advocated military action whenever possible, sending in forces under my own command to pacify violent species, preventing extra-galactic incursion, ended interstellar piracy and I even once took over the government in a coup, ruling as the supreme leader of the galaxy for a century after the failures of the weak government to contain the peace between galactic abolitionists and slavers. I ended the Galactic Civil War and ended such vile practices permanently. 
 
 I stepped down from my position as head of the government, but de-facto and sometimes de-jure, I was the head of state for the entire galaxy. And after countless wars, countless possibilities, I still remember her. Her hair black as the raven, her eyes grey as the winter's mist back on Earth. Her quick wit and sharp tongue, her determined wishes. Her utter faith in the gods of our common ancestors, she was a phenomenal woman, unlike any other through history. Ten-thousand years old, I am now. And I am fighting another war, another battle. But this one is different. Usually my vast experience in battles means that I can determine the movement of my foe before they know it, for over a dozen of centuries I have n't even had a casualty number higher than 50000 soldiers. Now I had lost half a million during a single battle. 
 
 Only she could ever outmaneuver me, only she had ever beat me. When we finally defeated their forces and went to demand the immediate surrender of the insurrectionist army, we were met with heavily entrenched lines and a nigh impregnable fortress. And there I saw her, moving towards me. Atop a black horse she rode, how she got one I do not know, but it looks dramatic. She rides to met me in the No-Man's Land that separates our forces. She looked at me with such a strange look in her face, recognition, sadness and to my surprise, fear. 
 
''*I thought you dead. *'' She said, her voice like a violin, her gaze like thunder. 
 
''*I saw you die. I kept on fighting. *'' 
 
''*You never knew when to stop, did you? It was always me that held you back. And now you've become an undying warrior, eternally fighting. I waited in Valhalla until someone called me back. These people you are fighting, do you even know how they see you? *'' 
 
''*As the evil hand of the government or an oppressor I imagine. *'' 
 
 She laughed, like she always did whenever I said something inherently wrong. It was like the memories of my life came swirling back, every minute we spent together, our children, our homes. Our playful games and our many travels across the galaxy. It was intoxicating. 
 
''*No my love, you are a god to them. The eternal god of war, when I woke I spoke with people over the Galacnet, went to Reddit and saw the stories of you there, some see you as Odin incarnated into the mortal realm, others call you Amarok, the Wolf, some name you as the living god-incarnate of Huitzilopochtli and claim that this world was made by you. You are feared by all, understood by none. Why do you think they brought me back? To defeat you once and for all. *'' 
 
''*I have brought peace. Have I not? *'' 
 
''*At what cost? You live for the war, and see not the real world. Temples rise for you, aliens worship you openly, none of them dare to speak to you though. They brought me back because their faith sees you as an mad incarnation of their own deity, a version driven mad by the loss of his beloved. I fill that role. Please, you have lived for so long now, wont you come with me at long last to Valhalla? *'' 
 
''*I can not leave before the battle is over. End it, and I'll join you. *'' 
 
''*My pleasure. *'' 
 
 She came up to me, embraced me, and sent an electric shock through my body. I stumbled back, confused and disorientated from the shock. 
 
''*What did you do! *'' 
 
''*Easy. I destroyed the implant in you, my love. It ends now. Together we'll die, the truth is that we must end. All things must end or else they will have not been worth living for. *'' 
 
 With those words she charged with a blade, stabbing me through the chest, missing the heart by a few centimeters. My men then gunned her down, killing her. And as I lie here, bleeding, visions of things I see. A great castle where a smiling woman comes running at me with a loving smile. She is my beloved, she is the woman I have always fought by and loved. I see her face clearly, and all is now done. Faint voices and screams echo in my ears, yet they are but memories of the past. I let go and run forwards to embrace her. I am home, at long last.
