It’s Getting Pretty Grimdark In Here… The following story includes pregnancy-related violence which some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. × Dismiss alert Adeptus Ministorum Three hundred and thirty-eight seconds was the time that Inquisitor Marax counted in the freight elevator. After the lift began its descent into the abyss, he struggled to gauge its acceleration for the…
On the shrine world of Palma Alternum, deep beneath the planet’s surface, there are libraries that run for hundreds of miles. Dark catacomb-like tunnels that stretch beyond sight are filled with skeletal ironwork shelves that tower dozens of feet, reaching from dark stone floor to hewn ceiling. Candles tall as grown men and dim flickering lumens the only sources of…
‘Damn it girl, don’t be so stingy with the port thrusters,’ an annoyed voice uttered, ‘They are there for a reason.’ Chaia Wisona heard the irate tone and her nose crinkled in resentment at being told what to do, but she obeyed anyway and corrected her course. Around her the tiny bridge compartment whirred, the cramped consoles beeping and humming…
Duran stood in the green glow of the main deck’s displays and situation readouts with the majority of the ship’s officers–every man afraid to the pit of his stomach in the shadow of the captain’s servo-cable throne. The command cathedral was as much glasspex as plasteel, allowing them all to watch as the squadron crumbled vessel by vessel in the…
The siren howled its way into the air and echoed across the dying pastures. Joshua scrambled to his feet. The animal he had been holding coughed up its tablet and shambled away, bleating. Joshua was already halfway to the gate, whistling for his dogs as he broke into a run. When he reached the barn, two fields away, he unhooked…
INQUISITION CASE FILE TYPE: MOST WANTED, CASE STUDY TARGET: SLOBODAHN HUSQUE, MASTER CHEF PLANET: SCINTILLA HIVE: SIBELLUS LOCATION: (REDACTED BY INQUISITOR, ORDO HERETICUS CLEARANCE REQUIRED) There is no love sincerer than the love of food. – Ancient Terran Cultist Rickety crates held together with razor-wire scrap, twine and plasti-tape were carried in by the straining and hunched hive-porters. A…
‘Until the snake is dead, do not drop the stick.’ – Proverb of the Gyptus tribes, M1. All that mattered was their survival. The words of Chapter Master Askook had been fresh in his mind as he had boarded the drop pod with half of his squad. The other half would have been boarding theirs at the same time, on…
Sirens wailed. Red lumen globes span wildly, splashing their light in waves across the grey bulkheads. Sealed into an alcove beside the docking bay door a servitor, a mere head and torso with an augmented voice box, droned through its programmed warnings. ‘Stand away from the door. Docking in process. Interference with docking procedures is a capital offence. Praise the…
