Weira Axelle>Notes>Fifth of Secondus 004.M31>Aqualiculum Catella Arnaud is late for my interview. I really should spend more time in the Aqualiculum. It smells like stale ale and grease but the people-watching is incredible. It’s been over an hour. Drinking a pint helps with the smell and the food tastes better than it looks. Lady Arnaud’s sculptures adorn the palaces and…
++ From Crusade Commander Operations – Bulk Transport Ser Amandus Tyr to transport Volpone Bluebloods and Roane Deeper combat tunnellers to Hisk with best speed.++ +++ Danius Knight, the Commanding Officer of the Ser Amandus Tyr, received and understood the undertones of the order. Best speed. Best speed meant different things to different people. Best speed meant, ‘I…
Negative Positive Positive A horror in ink. I placed the reports on the table, quickly covering it with a cloth when I heard the door unbolt and a chuckle from around the corner. ‘Amelia? Home already?’ ‘Yes Daddy!’ She giggled as she dumped her bag just in the doorway and flung herself into my embrace. ‘How was school today?’…
Adeptus Ministorum Mirvan Hellex strode into the foyer of the Opal Orbital with the intention of losing everything. The credit slate she carried contained wealth unimaginable in her previous life: the sort of money that could corrupt souls and bend the ears of powerful and influential individuals. It was a level of currency that the Opal Orbital, premier gambling house…
I crawl out of the nest of my sleeping brothers and sisters, taking care not to wake any of them. I’m good at that, moving quietly, making myself unseen and unheard. It’s my special talent, I think. Mama says that when I was really little I would sometimes climb into the vents and hide, and it would take her more…
‘The Hexegon shall not suffer a flaw.’ The words reappeared in her mind in fiery letters, tapping behind her forehead as a headache constricted her skull. Nefrati’s sobs rose again as she fell once more to the ground, abandoning herself to sadness. The split tile shared the cold reality of her short life, exposed to the flashing light of a…
Trenches, mud, corpses and craters make for the only real landscape left. I am kneeling on the edge of a trench, my once white armour plastered with blood and grime, the black cloak tattered and torn. Even my Sabbat pattern helmet has taken a bullet. I kneel there, waiting for the right moment; and watch a lone guardsman run and…
The prayer beads, worn smooth by calloused fingers over the course of decades, slipped around his pearl white neck. His dark eyes widened in surprise as he was suddenly yanked back against something unyielding. He fought to slip his fingers underneath the beads digging violently into his flesh, but the force pulling overwhelmed him. Black splotches danced before his eyes…
Date: 2.005.02.M42 Location: Tiran, Ocean World in the Arros System, Segmentum Ultima The sky above looked like a grey ocean of clouds moving like tides, merging into one firmament and dominating the heavens as far as the eye could see. The waters below were, likewise, also the colour of dark grey, broken from time to time by the white…
Adeptus Ministorum Shivering with anticipation, Mercy crouched, ready to pounce from the darkness. The ceiling cavity was hellishly hot, lined with heated water pipes, and insulated from the cool corridor below. As she endured the oppressive heat, a solution of sweat, blood and dissolved bodypaint trickled uncomfortably down her spine. Ignoring the prickly numbness of her bare feet, she gazed…
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