Arm Over Fist
‘Follow,’ was all the servo-skull blurted out of the small vox protruding from its mouth and started to hover away. Venk told as he was bid. A set of large,…
The Handbook
Sergeant Cooper dropped his lasrifle, turned his back and ran for the toilet. He went for the last made in the freshly-digged trenches, the one he had previously assigned Private…
The Value of Ignorance
‘All he said was, “Don’t look, I’ve seen them before. If you see it, you’re already damned. If you hear it, run. Ignorance is your only salvation.” Then he ate…
One Hundred and Fourteen Kilos
Ordinate Quaestor Sera Centis studied the man before her. The man was relaxed, smiling easily, holding an air of refinement, nobility, and superiority. Orimus Hera, Rogue Trader, borne from High Calixis.