‘It was a beautiful war.’ The warrior’s eyes never lost their focus as he spoke – owing to the transfiguration of his biology, I doubt it was possible for him to do so – but his quiet speech became less clipped. Perhaps this was as near as the Space Marine could come to wistfulness. As the silence stretched, I paused…
The halls of His Seen Works ran the length of a city block. One of Gaillaco’s many churches, His Seen Works was home to Sister Jolian’s office and where Sisters of Battle Dovella and Marianna were headed. The pair passed dozens of doors until they reached Jolian’s. Only her name on a brass placard and a single purity seal marked…
‘PREY. KILL. BLOOD.’ Gorger storms through the deep jungle alongside his pack, the blood in his veins boiling like acid. ‘DEVOUR!’ His mind is filled with a singular thought, the urge to find and kill his prey. The vegetation is dense; thick trees growing into a maze of lashing branches and treacherous footing. Mist casts the canopy in a perpetual…
[Onboard the Cargo Ship ‘Relentless Dawn’] [2 rotaa until The Ceremony] Little things. Warm blood pulsing its way out of a split lip. Licking it away and tasting salt and copper. The hard bone of my ankle pressing against metal. The nylon cable that wrapped around my throat and wrists and calves pulling so tight that it was impossible to move. The…
‘Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.’ – Albion proverb, dated M2. Thaben Catcher was a simple fisherman living a simple life in a simple village called Angler’s End. Founded on the coast of the duchy of Bardell, it made do with whatever the sea provided, trading anything in…
Calatar studied the ground. It seemed to move before him, a shroud of grey ferrocrete grime shifting flake by grain as the wind gathered at his back. His armoured boots thumped slowly over the broken terrain, kicking up dust from crushed things with every step; shattered glass, splintered plastek, cracked shards of bone. Calatar did not see or care what…
Living on an agri-world located on the far western edge of the galaxy had never been easy. Not only was the sector the scene of much conflict throughout The Great Crusade, the location brought its citizens into contact with xenos on an all too regular basis. These frequent incursions honed the local defenders into a force to be reckoned with,…
Imperator Ajax swung its right arm in a powerful haymaker, lightning cracking in coruscating blue arcs across its fist. The blow connected with the cheek of a Reaver memory-stream inloads identified as Honorum Lustrati. Princeps Kinine Falco doubted the machine still went by that name. The last pict-recordings of Honorum Lustrati existed within the historia-stacks of Legio Implacalis on Antilles.…
He had always been different. Not special: ‘special’ was a good word, a positive word. But until the ships came for him, he didn’t know just how different he was. He watched through a grimy window as the Thunderhawks came in to land, depositing grim-faced men and women in sweeping black storm coats onto the wastelands nearby. His mother frantically…
Day 465 ‘Going live in 10, 9…’ Blinking in the floodlights, Katya stole a look at the figure beside her. Eduard Domaris. She still couldn’t quite believe it. He caught her staring at him and winked. Katya blushed and looked down, pretending to examine the sheaf of papers in front of her. She re-read the note she had pinned to…
