The Grox Herder
‘Move! Move!’ The sergeant's voice rang between lasfire, greenskin roars and cries of men. ‘To me, Venn! Now!’ Something whizzed past his ear, close enough to chill the skin.
It’s The Thought
Guardsmen break in different places. In aggregate, however, educated prediction is possible. There is a significant corpus of data.
Yellow
The display flickered into life. Grainy helmet-cam footage filled the chamber. The screen split into multiple views. Asp disliked reviewing helmet footage. The screaming was rarely useful.
Don’t Count On It
A crash sounded somewhere in the distance. Dampened by numerous walls, fields, and exhibits, nonetheless, it was very loud and went on for a long time. A very long time.
Nothing Significant to Report
Lieutenant Cobral Janner was bored. Eight years on a deathworld, guarding a secret fortified warehouse containing a strategic stockpile of spare clothing, equipment, weapons and vehicles, and he had yet to fire his lasgun in anger.
What a Drag
Dust drifted through the shattered streets, turning the morning sun into pale streaks of light that bled through the haze. Private Tomas Grell sat with his back against a mound of shattered stone.
A Simple Fix
The explosion lifted Gerebrix Rho several feet into the air, but still not above the head of the angry Adeptus Astartes warrior immediately to his left.
Heresy
The bunker door slammed shut, dulling the wail of sirens and thunder of shell impacts to a low hum and faint thudding.
Pending Refit
The sand had teeth on this world. They’d been a jungle regiment once. Their fatigues were still a blotched green, unsuited to this sun-blasted hellhole.
The Real Lords of the Emperors Children
Despite running dangerously late, Athenus, Lord Exultant of the Emperor’s Children, applied his foundation with a medicae’s patience.