You Don’t Dogfight
You don’t dogfight with an Avenger. I can remember Flight Instructor Willingham drilling that phrase into us. It was his mantra. If there was one thing he wanted us to take away from his class, it was that.
You don’t dogfight with an Avenger. I can remember Flight Instructor Willingham drilling that phrase into us. It was his mantra. If there was one thing he wanted us to take away from his class, it was that.
Jaryon lay sweating, his fitful mind questing for the calm of the craftworld. He felt himself a discordant note without its song, an aberration marring some foreign melody. The world…
The fingernails he runs across my thigh are tipped with neurotoxin. Yet I do not tense. I run my hands through his hair wearing rings that could slice him in…
Paying the Sky Warriors’ Due was no simple task. From their village it was a five-day trek across shattered cliffs and brackish jungle rivers. Besides the terrain, there were stranglevines,…
Lieutenant Thaddeus dropped into the luxurious armchair, the dirt from his fatigues rubbing into the leather from an animal which died centuries before he was born.'How was that, eh?' grunted…
Nathaniel hesitated before loading the shotgun. The shell was one of Engineer Abimelech’s personal creations. It housed an inverted cone of vectordet behind a copper plate, which inverted into a molten slug upon detonation.
Major Hale sighed and knocked back his recaff. He grimaced as the stone-cold liquid hit his tongue and stepped over to the tiny ablutions alcove to pour the dregs away…
Shepseskaf loomed over the dusty red sands as they slowly swallowed the bodies of the fallen. Articulated legs scuffed the rock beneath him as he waited, impatiently, for a report.…
The clouds burned as God forced its way through the atmosphere. He watched with awe, she watched with fear. He was Quinnus, Magus of the Congregation of the Exalted Sun, and she was Arbites Helena, of Cambridge Hive, 3rd Precinct.
Once more, Rulf rotated the blade in his hand, weighing the merits of murder. The medic ran a finger down the engraving on the hilt, ‘Suffer No Xeno,’ and rapped…