Heart of a Helghast by ~Fenix007

黑炎凤凰

DA上找到的，有谁来翻译一下，目前有5集。

Sergeant Tehan Krael hardly shuddered as the sand-laced wind swirled though his black cloak. Through the orange lit eyes of his helmet he watched as lances of bluish-white energy crackled over the slums of Phyrrus. Despite all that had happened in the past few days, Terhan could not help but feel electrified by both the view and the action to come. He was fighting for his homeland, a world inhabited by not only his family but the entire Helghast race! There would be no greater honor than to fight in the defense of this savagely beautiful land.
'Something great can happen here,' Tehan thought, 'something epic. Something that will make my family proud of their son…'
He took a deep breath -wishing for once he could breathe the air of without the need of his mask- and nearly gagged. As always, the recycled air from his mask tasted foul in large quantities, a kind of ashy sulfuric taste that even would even make a few of the veterans wheeze in disgust.
He felt a hand clasp him on the shoulder. “Feeling alright, sir?” Asked a deep metallic voice. “Gagging on the idea of defeatism I hope?”
Tehan turned around, seeing the masked face of Corporal Holthis, his friend and fellow soldier.
“That and the idea of the ISA having the balls to come here.” Tehan said. “Personally I expected them to stay on Vekta and squabble amongst themselves like a pack of barren-beetles over a corpse.”
Holthis chuckled. “That was a disturbingly good analogy Tehan, the mighty ISA –a pack of barren-beetles- ha!”
The two trooper’s merriment was interrupted however, by the high grating voice that cut through the air like blue lightning. “Krael! What are you doing! This is an invasion, not some damnable picnic!”
Tehan fought the urge to groan. 'Fucking hell, not this asshole again.'
Shock-Trooper Grendal stood behind them both, his eyes glaring at them with the intensity of scalding orange suns under that idiotic gray beret of his. In the lapse of a second, Tehan didn’t know who he hated more, his enemy or him. Even though this was technically his squad made up of his soldiers, Grendal had been placed as their superior to ‘inspire them to victory’ as well as to ‘weed out’ any deserters or traitors in their midst. Tehan had trained his men well, and he was confident that none of his soldiers would run during the defense of their homeworld. So far, the only thing inspiring about Grendal was his infallible stupidity. He may be a fellow Helghast, but he was also a fool, and Tehan refused to respect a fool when his men’s lives where at stake.
He let the feeling pass, while Grendal may be an asshole, he was nothing compared to the tyrants within the ISA. The bastards who would kill off his entire race in the name of their ‘galactic peace’.
"Though they may sweep over our lands like the sands of winter, never again will we bow before them. Never again endure their oppression. Never again endure their tyranny…"
Tehan smiled under his mask, remembering the invigorating speech the great Scholar Visari had given them all before the invasion. He had been there in front of the palace that day; he had felt the unstoppable hope that swept through the crowd as he spoke his words to them all, he had looked –without his goggles- at the noble leader himself with tears forming in his eyes, and he along with the millions of soldiers and civilians alike had cheered and raised their fists into the air once he had finished, screaming “We are unstoppable! We are Helgan! WE ARE THE FUTURE!”
But that was all a memory now, and if Tehan wanted to live long enough to see another rally such at that, he would need to fight the legions of enemy soldiers running rampant towards this city.
“-And that’s final! The next time I catch you two –or anyone for that matter- slacking off again, I will report you both to the Colonel for disobedience! Understand?”
“Yes sir, whatever you say.” Muttered Tehan.
Apparently satisfied, Grendal walked off in a strut that was supposed to look noble, but in reality looked like someone had shoved an iron rod up his ass.
“Fucking asshole” Holthis muttered, watching his superior leave, “wouldn’t mind to see him get shot, eh Tehan? One less fool to share the glory with!”
“Meh,” Tehan said, trying to act as if glory was not one of his closest ambitions. Ever since he father’s heroic death on Vekta, he had been itching to make his own name for himself. His father had been a small hero in the crowded slums of his birth, enlisted into the army at the earliest age possible, becoming one of Colonel Radec’s favorite pupils, becoming a captain of his own unit, and spearheading the assault on the ISA world of Vekta. Few people cared about his only son who was quietly raised by his wife back home. But that was just one more thing Tehan planned to change by the end of this campaign…
“Squad to attention!”  Cried the wheedling voice of Grendal yet again. “We have received orders from the Colonel to defend the Kessal District from ISA incursion. Scouts report that the humans are trying to find a way into Visari Square, we defend this district and we come one step close to ousting them from our world! Hail to Visari!”
The squad of Helghasts cheered in the name of their beloved leader, Tehan was the only one who did no join in. “Check your weapons,” he barked. “Make sure your equipment is intact! It only takes one mistake to claim your life!”
Grendal gave him a dirty look, and Tehan had to suppress a smile. Empty propaganda didn’t make good soldiers, preparation did.
“Well when you’re finished, move out!” Grendal snarled, picking up his STA-11. “We have a dropship coming in for us in five!”
Tehan rolled his eyes while checking the clip on his STA-14, a more reliable version of the ever-useful Helghan rifle. Before he joined his men he took one last good look and the blue lightning that dances within the sky.
Few things had ever looked so beautiful to him. 'No matter what happens today, I will do my best to make things right. I will save this place. Save it, or die trying…'
Tehans sighed, and then reveille was broken by the shouts of Corporal Holthis. “Sir, are you coming? We have invaders to kill!”
“I’m on my way!’ he answered. “I am coming-”
“Now Krael!” shouted Grendal, “Neither the Great Emperor Visari nor Colonel Radec appreciate sloth!”
'Yes, but I am sure they’d appreciate it if you’d shut the *** up…' Tehan thought irritably.
“Do not worry my brothers, I am coming.” He turned, and was pleasantly surprised to see that his men where awaiting his word, not Grendal’s. He felt an almost overwhelming need to inspire them, that and to rub their confidence into Grendal’s face.
“Sons of Helgan,” he started, borrowing the line from Visari’s many speeches. “Today you become the embodiment of all we stand for; you are the brave hope for future generations. Every bullet you fire, every life you take, will pave the way for a brighter future for our magnificent nation! And while the great Scholar Visari may be miles away, today his hand rests upon his shoulder as you bring victory to our race!”
His men cheered, and Tehan could tell from their gaze alone that they now believed in him. They would follow him to the ends of this planet, or until death took them.
Right on cue, the dropship appeared on the horizon, forcing Tehan to end his impromptu speech. “Our enemy believes us to be a broken race, but today we will show them that there is nothing more solid than the will of the Heghast! We either win today, or die giving the best we can muster!”
Tehan raised his fist into the air, his soldiers echoing his words before he even spoke.
“WE ARE UNSTOPABLE! WE ARE HELGAN! WE ARE THE FUTURE!”.