You wake up this morning as you do every morning, at the sound of the bull grox grunting in the fields. You go through all the essential ablutions, washing your face, feeling the cold water on your skin. Then you don the dungarees and head to the kitchen. There is uncut grain in the jar, the result of last month’s…
Deep in the power core of asteroid mining station G-Secundus, a small framed servitor designated E777, or E-triple seven, squeezed through a narrow maintenance tube. It reached hand over hand, crawling on the thickly insulated cabling that carried power through the station like the veins of a giant. Some distant part of E777’s mind registered the hearty thrum of the…
Kaeria did not like to be saddled. She preferred bareback flying. The saddle meant there was a mission, and missions were a bore for her. Private Jaekzon may have been on his first recon assignment since graduating from basic training, but he knew Kaeria well. He could tell it was more than that. She was…uneasy. She blew smoke from her…
As I wake, I find myself embraced by darkness. Where before there was a void, now I am. A consciousness born out of oblivion. I don’t have a name, a past. And yet I am. I am. The thought fills me with strength. With me, a new destiny is born. Fate is ripped from the ether and bound into a…
Awakening protocols cascaded through Khazekh’s inorganic brain. Each command initiated activation of a different cogitational sector. Membanks were accessed randomly, emphatic engrams slow to link with the entries. The process should have been supervised. Conducted like a symphony. But there was no conductor, and the instruments played of their own volition, vying for control among the chaos. Logic engines eventually…
++ From the blasphemy of the fallen, ++ ++ Our Emperor, deliver us, ++ ++ From the begetting of daemons, ++ ++ Our Emperor, deliver us, ++ ++ From the curse of the mutant, ++ ++ Our Emperor, deliver us, ++ Sanctity V had burned in the fires of hell. And Sister Merina Thorn re-lived it each night in her…
Running Maurice’s sprint for his life turned into a skid as he tried to close a curve, his shoulder impacting the opposite wall with enough force to make his teeth rattle. He kept running, not caring about the icy floor. The risk of toppling over was inferior to the risk of death. He dashed to the external stairwell, rising high…
Much of Segmentum Pacificus was lost to insurrection during the Night of a Thousand Rebellions. The slow-moving cogs that drove the Adeptus Administratum had not been quick enough to allocate forces to the area before it went completely silent. Such a monumental loss of territory in such a short time could have only resulted from years of planning and coordination.…
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